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“She’s been pulled up! She’s been pulled up! The Su family’s delicate girl is still breathing!”
Freezing, bone-chilling river water filled her mouth and nose, the agony of suffocation tightly gripping Su Nianqiu.
She struggled violently, coughing and choking, her lungs burning with pain.
The clamor of voices, the earthy smell of mud, and the sharp, sarcastic remarks of women flooded her mind all at once.
“What a sin! So young and not living properly, instead getting involved in these shameful affairs, and now she even has the nerve to jump into the river?”
“Exactly! Just the other day, I saw that Zhao family loafer bragging at the village entrance, saying Su Nianqiu’s waist was soft and slender…”
“Ugh! Shameless! Her father is even the brigade leader, and now she’s disgraced the entire Red Flag Brigade!”
Su Nianqiu’s head throbbed with pain.
Wasn’t she just in her high-end design studio, staying up late sketching for a hundred-million-yuan order? How did she end up lying on muddy ground the moment she opened her eyes, being pointed at and called a “shameless woman”?
Countless fragments of unfamiliar memories surged like a tide, forcibly cramming into her mind.
1976, Red Flag Brigade, the only daughter of brigade leader Su Jianguo, also named Su Nianqiu. Praised as the “flower of the brigade” for her beauty, but just recently, while picking mushrooms in the mountains, she encountered a man burning with fever, his eyes fierce enough to devour someone…
A night of recklessness.
The original host was terrified out of her wits. She didn’t even dare to take a closer look at the token the man left behind—a dragon-patterned jade pendant—and secretly ran back home, burying the matter deep inside.
But then, over a month later, her period was late, and she kept feeling nauseous.
This happened to be witnessed by Zhao Dazhuang, the village’s biggest gossip and loafer. He had long coveted the original host’s beauty, and after his advances were rejected, he held a grudge. He immediately spread exaggerated rumors throughout the village, saying Su Nianqiu had loose morals and had gotten involved with some unknown man!
Gossip hurts more than knives.
How could the original host, an innocent young woman, endure such scrutiny? Amid the scornful whispers of the entire village, overwhelmed with shame and despair, she threw herself into the icy river at the village entrance.
And then, it was her—Su Nianqiu, the top designer of the 21st century—who transmigrated here.
“Damn… I actually transmigrated into a book!” Su Nianqiu cursed inwardly.
Starting off in hell mode! Transmigrating into an unwed, pregnant “fallen woman” from the 1970s? How is this even playable!
“Make way! Make way! Chen Laonian is here!”
The crowd stirred as a thin, wiry old man with a goatee that seemed to point skyward, carrying a medicine chest, was ushered forward by several villagers.
“Doctor Chen, hurry and take a look. Can this girl still be saved?” an elderly woman asked urgently.
The old Chinese medicine practitioner known as Chen Laonian didn’t waste words. He crouched down, his bony fingers resting on Su Nianqiu’s wrist.
Just as Su Nianqiu was about to pull her hand back, a wave of nausea suddenly churned in her stomach, that familiar sickening feeling rising once again.
“Ugh—”
She turned her head and, in front of the entire village, young and old, vomited a mouthful of sour water onto the muddy ground.
In that instant, the entire riverbank fell dead silent.
All eyes grew meaningful, sweeping back and forth between Su Nianqiu’s pale yet still stunningly beautiful face and her flat abdomen.
Those gazes were naked, filled with contempt and the schadenfreude of spectators awaiting a drama.
“This… this couldn’t be…”
“Most likely! Look at how she’s vomiting—exactly like my wife when she was pregnant with our second child!”
Chen Laonian frowned deeply, his three fingers carefully feeling the pulse on Su Nianqiu’s wrist. The expression on his face shifted from seriousness to shock, finally settling into something peculiar.
“How is she, Doctor Chen? Is she alright?” asked an auntie who was on good terms with the Su family, her voice anxious.
Chen Laonian withdrew his hand, stroked his goatee, and looked at Su Nianqiu with a complicated expression. After a long pause, he finally uttered a sentence:
“She… is not in any serious danger. It’s just that this pulse… it’s like beads rolling on a plate, slippery and rapid. It’s… it’s a slippery pulse!”
A slippery pulse!
These two words exploded like a thunderclap over the silent riverbank!
In the countryside, who didn’t know what a slippery pulse meant?
It meant there was something in the belly! She was carrying a child!
The rumors Zhao Dazhuang had spread—damn it—were actually true!
“Oh my heavens! She really is pregnant!”
“Shameless vixen! Let’s see how she tries to deny it now!”
“Su Jianguo’s face as the brigade leader—today, his daughter has completely stripped it off and trampled it into the mud!”
The village gossips seemed pumped with adrenaline, their saliva flying as they spat out words more venomous than the last, as if they wanted to devour Su Nianqiu alive.
Just then, two figures blazing with fury pushed their way through the crowd like madmen.
“Who the hell is spouting nonsense! Get out of my way!”
A loud and fierce female voice rang out, followed by a middle-aged woman in coarse clothing but with a ramrod-straight back charging forward. In her hand, she held a polished nanmu carrying pole!
Behind her was a tall, middle-aged man with a livid expression—none other than Brigade Leader Su Jianguo.
“Qiu’er! My Qiu’er!”
The moment the woman saw Su Nianqiu lying on the ground, soaked through and deathly pale, tears instantly streamed down her face. She rushed over, pulling her daughter into her arms, her voice trembling: “My precious, you’re going to be the death of me!”
This was the original host’s birth mother, Li Xiulan—a woman known throughout the village for her fierceness and protectiveness toward her child.
Su Nianqiu was held tightly in her embrace, breathing in the faint scent of soapberries and warmth from her body. Strangely, the panic and chill that had come with transmigrating into this book were soothed somewhat.
Was this… the feeling of having a mother?
In her previous life, she had been an orphan and had never experienced it.
“Her father! What are you standing there for? Who was the bastard that forced my daughter to jump into the river?!” Li Xiulan, holding her daughter, turned and shouted at Su Jianguo.
Su Jianguo’s gaze swept over the crowd like a knife. Everyone he looked at instinctively shrank back.
“Doctor Chen,” Su Jianguo’s voice was hoarse, suppressing towering rage, “just now… what you said about the slippery pulse—is it true?”
Chen Laonian felt his scalp tingle under that gaze but still forced himself to nod. “No mistake, absolutely certain.”
“Boom—”
Su Jianguo and Li Xiulan felt as if struck by lightning.
The crowd erupted once more.
“Did you hear that! The doctor said it! Let’s see how the Su family tries to deny it this time!”
“Oh my, whose child is it in Su Nianqiu’s belly? Could it really be Zhao Dazhuang’s?”
In the crowd, the scoundrel Zhao Dazhuang, with his shaved head and bell-bottom pants, puffed out his chest proudly, wearing a lecherous grin: “Heh heh, that’s hard to say…”
Before he could finish his words, a dark shadow, accompanied by a whistling sound, came crashing down on his head!
It was Li Xiulan!
She had grabbed that carrying pole!