Rebirth of the Evil Stepmother and the Four Villainous Children

Nangong Xi said angrily: "You are the one with the problem. I don't like those girls. What's the problem with me not picking up the bride? Didn't you pick up the bride too?"

Li Zhenglin said frankly, "I will not get married in this lifetime. Rongrong said that my disease might be passed on to my children. Even if that happens, my goal in this lifetime is to build the best academy in the entire Great Zhou. Once our academy is up and running, I will continue to build it, separate the technical and academic studies, and invite the best teachers to teach. Just wait and see how famous I become."

There was a kind of childish pride in that look, as if he had already become famous all over the world.

Seeing him like this, Nangong Xi smiled and said, "You can definitely do it, but the best teacher has to be someone from your Li family."

Li Zhenglin: ".....Are you sick?"

But what he said was not wrong. Aren't the best teachers in the world from the Li family? Aren't the great scholars of the time from the Li family? The best academy in the capital was also opened by them. Forget it. There is still a long way to go.

Nangong Xi saw that he had pissed him off, so he quickly soothed him, "Hey, don't be angry. I heard that your father and those uncles only want to be officials in the court, not teachers. Your grandfather is so angry that he scolds people every day at home. Now you are much younger than your grandfather, maybe you can do it."

Doesn't this mean that once his grandfather dies, there will be no one to inherit the position of president of the Li family academy? And are his father and uncle suitable for being officials? With their greed for money and their pretentious attitude, sooner or later someone will find a handle to sue them.

After walking around for a while, Li Zhenglin drove the man away. He didn't like what the man said and wanted to hit him after a few words. But now they were in the academy and he had to behave himself as the dean.

In the next few days, Nangong Xi would run into Fu Qing from time to time, and he even put away his flashy fan.

If this person had no talent and no scheming, how could he have gotten in touch with Xie Wuyou and successfully avenged his mother?

This person always patiently tries to get what he wants, but this time he hit a wall. Fu Qing likes her life like this now. Her father no longer takes care of family affairs, and Fu Qing makes all the decisions about business on her own.

The more you see, the more you will know how cunning people are. For someone like Nangong Xi, you will know what he is thinking after meeting him a few times.

In her eyes, this man was just an idle young man who was already annoying enough, so there was no need to bother.

"Sir, please don't meet me anymore. I really don't have that kind of intention towards you. If you weren't also Rongrong's friend, I wouldn't even bother to talk to you. Besides, my family is looking for a son-in-law. Are you willing?"

Now the Nangong family has either been beheaded or exiled. His family has long been gone.

"I can marry into your family, as long as Miss Fu can accept it."

Fu Qing looked him up and down. She also knew the news about the Nangong family. Who wouldn't know about such a big turmoil?

"Sir, don't blame me for speaking harshly. With your family's situation, I really don't dare to have any thoughts. Besides, you are really not my type. You do nothing every day, but come to see me every day. I really think you are getting in the way of my work. If you continue to disturb me, I will tell Rongrong to deal with you, humph."

Fu Qing snorted arrogantly, not wanting to pay any attention to Nangong Xi at all, and walked into the Zhou family.

When Fu Qing and Zhou Rongrong complained about this matter, the disgusted expressions on their faces showed that they truly had no feelings towards Nangong Xi at all.

"Then what do you like?"

Fu Qing counted on his fingers, "She has to be good-looking, have a good temper, speak in a way I like, be capable, support me, have her own ideas, respect me, and..."

"Stop, stop, stop. Look carefully."

Fu Qing pouted her red lips, looking as cute as a kitten: "It would be best if it was someone like you."

Zhou Rongrong laughed out loud and didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all: "What a pity, there are too few people like me. Come on, Qingqing."

Fu Qing didn't know what was wrong. Ever since she broke off the engagement, her family had introduced her to many men, some of whom were good-looking. But after looking at them, she always felt that they were not good enough and could always find some small flaws in them.

Either the person’s fingers were ugly, or the person’s voice was unpleasant. In short, they would refuse for various reasons, but every time they would compare them with Zhou Rongrong.

This comparison makes me feel even worse towards the other person. I don't even want to say a word to them. I just don't like them no matter how I look at them.

Only when she is with Rongrong will she feel relaxed and comfortable. She always feels at ease when she sees her busying around and follows behind her. What's more, they sometimes sleep together and chat at night, and she always feels her heart beating faster when she smells her fragrance.

So she was willing to share everything with Zhou Rongrong, and she was that lovely girl in front of her.

After sending Fu Qing away, Zhou Rongrong was undecided about Nangong Xilai. This man had lived in that kind of environment for many years. He had been thinking about revenge for the first twenty years, all of which were scheming and trickery. But Fu Qing was different. She was loved, well-educated and straightforward.

The contrast between the two is so great that they are not on the same path. Moreover, according to Xie Wuyou's letter, now that the Nangong family is gone and his revenge has been taken, this man has started to think about all sorts of things when he has free time.

Not to mention that Fu Qing disagreed, even Master Fu would never agree. Thinking about this, Zhou Rongrong fell asleep hugging the pillow.

When the night is deep and quiet, it is time to fall asleep.

In the dream, there was a fire in Zhou's house. The fire started in the small courtyard where firewood was stored on the east side of the Zhou's house and quickly spread to every corner.

When she found out, Zhou Hao and his family's house was already surrounded by fire, and even she herself was trapped inside, unable to escape. She still endured the severe pain of the fire, pushed open the window and ran out.

The children were young and weak, and they were trapped in the fire and cried loudly with fear. None of them escaped.

This scared Zhou Rongrong so much that she woke up in a cold sweat.

It’s a dream again, it’s a dream again, it will definitely happen, it will definitely happen.

He was sweating profusely and trembling all over. He staggered out of the bed, put on a piece of clothing casually, and hurriedly called the children. Soon, the children stood in front of Zhou Rongrong one by one, wearing neatly dressed clothes.

She counted the children in the moonlight and found that there were seven, no more, no less. Fortunately, Zhou Rongrong, the girl who had lived in the mansion before, had been arranged to live outside, otherwise they would have to stand in two rows.

Sibao rubbed his eyes sleepily and staggered, "Mom, what are you doing?"

It was too late for her to tell the children about her dream at this moment, so she spoke in a stern tone and lowered her voice.

"Don't run around, there are bad guys coming today."