Zhan Muqian did not only start hating school two to three days ago. She had no desire to get into university at all. But, when she suddenly heard Zhan Muqian telling her to stay home and have his children if she did not get into university?!

Her mind instantly began to picture a tragic image of herself, still young, but with a baby crying for milk in tow.

No! She did not want that even if she was beaten to death!

With her explosive temper, she really wanted to use violence to curb violence and get into a fight with him.

But she was living under his roof. If she really used her fists, she would not be able to get anything out of him.

She should just try to gain sympathy through her poor situation.

She pitifully bit her lip. “Uncle, I am not even 18 yet. Having a child… Let’s talk about it again in 10 years. I will be sure to study well! I will try my best, I will work hard, I won’t give up! I will definitely get into a decent university in the final three months and not embarrass you… Is that a deal?”

Zhan Muqian was expressionless. After a moment later, he spoke coldly, “Alright, go and memorize those syllables. Sleep early.”

…

Jiang Mianmian endured her rage as she ran back to her bedroom. Fuming, she lay on top of the desk and tore open a notebook. She held a pen and began to draw various cute versions of cuckolds on the white paper…

Cuckold! Son of a b*tch! Old gangster!

She only stopped when her hand began to ache.

She stared at the turtles of different sizes and thought for a moment before she picked up her pen and wrote on the side—

Zhan Muqian, old cuckold.

This shameless old cuckold dared to think about her having his children!

Dream on, d*mn it!

Seething, she wrote beside a little turtle— Baby Zhan, young cuckold.

After venting out her anger, Jiang Mianmian angrily copied the mathematical formulas three times over, which added up to three pages of paper!

But she still did not remember anything after she was done.

After washing up, she climbed back into her bed and fell into a deep slumber.

…

General Zhan’s unchangeable words about testing her the formulas the following night, had Mianmian feeling apprehensive for the entire day.

Yet when she was home that night, the butler told her, “For the next few days, Mr. Zhan has to inspect the new recruits. Therefore, he won’t be returning home as he will be staying at the military site instead.”

Mianmian was so excited that she almost began to dance.

When the teacher gave her tutoring assignments, she was drinking coffee and letting out yawns at the same time.

She thought about how this teacher was even more boring than Zhan Muqian…

With Zhan Muqian away from home… This huge villa could sure be boring.

…

In the blink of an eye, it was already Saturday. The presidential palace was planning a birthday feast.

General Zhan had not appeared for many days and after deliberating a few times over, Jiang Mianmian decided to attend it.

Most of her formal attire in the past were still at the presidential palace. Now, she could only choose the clothes from the cloakroom Zhan Muqian had prepared for her.

There were many different styles of formal attire available, but they were all especially virtuous.

Jiang Mianmian was not interested in them. She randomly chose a dress that had a shocking price tag.

…

Jiang Mianmian wore a lotus-colored dress that hit the floor.

When she appeared in the ballroom, Li Shengyuan put aside her glass of wine. Furrowing her eyebrows, she whispered into her daughter’s ear, “Why is she here?”

Jiang Li, “Dad asked me to invite her… I didn’t think she would actually come.”

That day, Jiang Mianmian had laid on the classroom desk and did not even glance at her. Jiang Li thought that she definitely would not appear.

It was unbelievable that she was here. Moreover—

When Jiang Li saw the dress Mianmian was wearing, her face abruptly changed.

They were wearing the same outfit!

Li Shengyuan quickly realized this as well, and her face turned for the worse.

Jiang Mianmian’s dress was the same style as Jiang Li’s. However, Jiang Li was wearing a deep lotus color, and as it was tailored, it fitted Jiang Li’s figure better.

On the other hand, Jiang Mianmian was dressed in the original style, in a light lotus color. It was not altered, but…

Jiang Mianmian matured better. With her big bosom and thin waist, her figure was on the verge of popping…