MTL - Back Off, Let Me Come - Chapter 797 : It’s Too Late【Ask for a Monthly Pass】

Everyone knew that after the young lady Miss Shen was abandoned by a wild man, she became self-indulgent and fell pregnant without marrying.

After she was driven out of her house, she fell into a state of despair.

The infamous Shen Ruojing, however, appeared at the birthday banquet of the Chu family’s old madam. Everyone taunted her. “

The ones who send millions in gift money sit at one table, while those who send tens of millions in gift money sit at the other.”

“Miss Shen, how much did you give?”

The crowd waited for her to make a fool of herself, but Shen Ruojing pulled out an adorable little boy from behind her and said, “Excuse me Madam, which table will your eldest grandson sit at?”

*** Both mother and son were brought into the Chu family, and Shen Ruojing wanted to spend her daze lazing about, but was met with rejection from the family in various ways.

“We have first-class hackers, music masters, tech experts… Everyone is well-known in this family. What do you bring?”

Shen Ruojing rubbed her chin.

“Well, all of those things you mentioned… I know a little bit of everything.”

Her three adorable babies stood beside her and nodded in unison,

“We can testify that Mommy does know a little bit of everything!”

She was the daughter of a plutocrat, an elite with multiple identities, known and respected by everyone; she was a young girl from a rich family, who was peacocky and shameless, loathed by all.

After being reborn as her, she defeated the bad man and the angelic bitch, took revenge on the bad guy who killed her, married the most noble man, got into the sweetest relationship, and stunned the world!

Reporter, Mr. Leach, what is your favorite thing in the world?

Benson, Jill.

Reporter, Mr. Leach, what do you like to do most every day?

Benson smiled, Sleeping with Jill in my arms at night.

Juliana: ...

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