Rebirth of the Guardian Cute Baby

Mingxin said he did not take the feather from his purse. He put the feather down and went to Lingyun Temple with his friends to pray for his brother and sister-in-law's family.

Zhen Jing thought about it carefully and realized that she did not see him take the feather, and the feather was not found in his possession.

He didn't take it. Could it be that the feather stuck to him and went up the mountain?

At this time Ming Muchen assigned her a special task and asked her to help Ming Xin.

After accepting the task given by the old woman, she was inexplicably bound into an employment relationship and had to obey the employer's orders.

The older you are, the wiser you are; you know how to control others.

"Who will take care of us when Ah Hua goes to my uncle's house?"

Mingjie was the first to object, and the other children nodded in agreement.

"Dad will take a month off to look after you at home."

Mingxuan shouted exaggeratedly: "Dad, you won't inherit the inheritance, you actually don't go to work and stay at home to take care of us!"

When their mother accidentally fell from a building, their father was too busy to go to the hospital, and now he has to take a month off from work to look after them.

Ming Muchen was slightly embarrassed. He said in a deep voice, "Yes, Dad is planning to change jobs."

Ming Muchen took out a work permit and an envelope.

“My mother is your grandmother, because she never raised me, I never liked her and never accepted her.

She left me a legacy.

Their dad really inherited the fortune! The children looked at each other and knew they would be late for school if they didn’t go to school. They didn’t feel anything about the title of grandma. The fortune was not an excuse for their dad not to work hard.

Despite the contemptuous looks from the children, Ming Muchen did not change his mind and let Zhen Jing leave with Ming Xin.

Zhen Jing followed Ming Xin into the car, and the soft voice of the host came from the car radio...

Yes, that's right, I am the housewife who is busy running around with children and cleaning all day. I am not a celebrity, I don't have any shining points, but I am the behind-the-scenes support of that family, although it seems inconspicuous.

When it comes to my daily life, it is like "taking care of the house for eight lifetimes". I have to cook breakfast in the morning, then send the children to school, and then I have to do housework, mop the floor, clean the windows, and change the air conditioning filter frequently. I have to prepare dinner at mealtime, and I have to pick up the children while watching the stewed soup. After that, there are story sessions, homework, and bathing before bed... It is really busy. By the way, I bargain with the children every day. After all, how to eat a bite of vegetables and take a bath quickly is a problem for them.

Sometimes, I feel like I've been labeled "useless". My seemingly fulfilling days are misunderstood as "staying at home doing nothing". And the social pressure is also quite high. People always ask, "Are you a housewife now?" and then look at me with a little pity. Oh, I just look haggard on purpose to make you feel pity. I'm really not an underestimated existence.

However, please do not underestimate me, I have unlimited organizational and practical skills. I can become a courier in 5 minutes and memorize all the courier numbers; I am a professional family doctor, and I can easily cure headaches and fevers; I also know how to optimize the family budget and never let the family lack sugar, salt, sauce, vinegar and ginger.

Recently, I began to reflect on my life. I don't want to be identified as a boring "housewife", I want to redefine myself. I have my own dreams, such as learning baking to become a baker, or opening a small shop to let everyone taste the taste of my meat pie.

I have undergone a lot of changes in the process of reinvention. I am pursuing my own dreams and have gradually learned to be more confident in myself. I am no longer limited to the labels of the past, but live out my true self. I am now a modern woman with both family and career. Even if I look back one day and see myself as a "useless housewife", at least I am a "useless" who is busy and overwhelmed.

Amid the soothing and gentle music, the host said: "Dear listeners, hello, I am the host Shao Bingbing. The article I am sharing with you today comes from Ms. Yundan, an enthusiastic listener of our Xingchen Housewives Club. Thank you for listening. Next is the advertising time..."

"This was written by my eldest sister-in-law herself. There were so many submissions that it was her turn today."

"If she didn't know the host, it wouldn't be her turn now, right?"

"No, it was because I knew the anchor's wife that the manuscript was suppressed..."

Ming Xin paused, "You are sure that this anchor is someone I know after just meeting him once, that's amazing."

"It's not that great, maybe it's just fate in the previous life!"

Ming Xin held the steering wheel and looked at the road in the distance. "I thought the story that the feathers of the phoenix can bring people back to life was just a legend, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Zhen Jing didn't respond until she heard Ming Xin say, "I hope you can help my old man."

"Which old man?" Zhen Jing became interested. The more challenges one takes, the faster one will return.

She sat up straight and asked, "Is it that old man Chen who is terminally ill and wants to marry a new wife for good luck?"

"Yes! I had planned to have a wedding to bring good luck, but the old man stopped it temporarily. You... look a bit like that portrait."

"Isn't Mr. Chen dead?"

"Old man Chen is so powerful, he won't die so easily. Those are all rumors against the Chen family."

"Do you want to know why I could find you?" Mingxin glanced at Zhen Jing in the rearview mirror.

"Because Cheng Jiang follows you in doing things."

"He is indeed a powerful person. He doesn't need any explanation."

The car became quiet and Zhen Jing closed her eyes to rest. She didn't know what kind of opponent she would face next, so she couldn't be too reckless.

The car entered a manor and stopped in front of a building. Chen Mingxin led Zhen Jing through the corridor and walked into a large house.

The outer room of the house was decorated like a camellia hall, with two women standing in front of the window, a man sitting at the table, and two other men occupying the two windows.

When Mingxin came in, several people looked up indifferently and looked over at the same time.

"Brother, second brother, third brother, sister, second sister..." Mingxin seemed not to be able to sense the indifference of several people, and greeted them politely with a smile.

The young master of a wealthy family is very respectful in front of his older brothers and sisters.

"Little brother, you're here." The handsome man sitting there said irritably, "Didn't you say you didn't want women? You brought another one..."

Everyone's eyes fell on Zhen Jing. The two women looked at her with scrutiny and contempt for the ordinary-looking woman in a windbreaker who came in.

"Yes, brother, we have invited a master. Is the person you invited... a nanny?" a woman asked with raised eyebrows.

Chen Mingxin politely took Zhen Jing inside.

"Sister, the person I invited is also a master. She is a bodhisattva, and bodhisattvas are men."

The people in the room were so shocked by the insane remarks that they burst into laughter and told lies with their eyes open.

"Master?" The second sister asked with a malicious smile, "Isn't this master very powerful?"

"Why does she look a bit like that portrait?" The eldest brother examined Zhen Jing's back, "The wedding ceremony doesn't count anymore."

"I know big brother, but she is really a great master."

Chen Mingxin hurriedly took Zhen Jing into the inner room and went upstairs, and no one stopped him.

The door upstairs was closed. Mingxin knocked on the door. The old housekeeper opened the door and his sharp eyes looked at Zhen Jing at first glance.

This woman felt familiar. She had followed Mr. Chen since she was young. The old man had a portrait of his first wife, who looked somewhat like the person in front of her.

"Uncle Qiang, I want to see the old man." Mingxin said directly.

Liu Qiang came to his senses.

"Fourth Young Master, the master asked us to wait downstairs."

As soon as Qiang Bo finished speaking, someone inside said, "Let them in. That lady is the one I'm waiting for."

Qiang Bo had no choice but to move aside, and Zhen Jing followed Chen Mingxin into the room.