Wang Nuannuan was inspecting her family’s large estate when she accidentally slipped and fell. Her head struck the edge of a well.
Before losing consciousness, she thought bitterly to herself—she was probably the most ridiculous rich person ever… to die by hitting her head on a well.
Just as Wang Nuannuan believed that was the end, she suddenly felt waves of pressure squeezing her. When she was about to suffocate, the pressure abruptly vanished, and she could finally breathe freely again.
But… something felt wrong.
She tried hard to stretch her arms, only to find that they were tiny and short. When she opened her mouth to speak, all that came out was, “Ah… ah… ah…”—a soft, childish voice.
An absurd thought appeared in her mind.
Had she… transmigrated?
Before she could think further, she was lifted into a warm embrace. She heard the person in front of her tell her to call her “Grandma.” Then the old man nearby must be “Grandpa.”
Before she could observe more, she drifted off into a hazy sleep.
When Wang Nuannuan woke again, she found herself in an unfamiliar room. She looked around curiously. Though simple, the room was clean and tidy.
Turning her head, she saw a man leaning over her. His hair was neatly combed, his features refined, with a straight nose bridge—her “cheap” father (as she jokingly thought) was quite good-looking.
The woman holding her tightened her arms slightly. Wang Nuannuan stretched her little neck, trying to see her face, but could only glimpse her hands—fair, slender, though marked with calluses from labor.
Just as she was about to keep observing, a sudden urge to urinate struck. Warm dampness spread beneath her.
Being a baby was truly inconvenient!
She flailed her arms and legs, finally kicking her father awake. Looking at Wang Tiezhu, she pouted.
However, Wang Tiezhu didn’t understand the baby’s meaning. He simply patted her gently.
Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Wang Nuannuan opened her mouth and burst into loud cries.
Qian Jinping, hearing her daughter cry, woke groggily. She reached down and checked, immediately realizing the baby had wet herself.
“Husband, our daughter has peed. The diaper is wet. The spare ones are drying outside—go get one,” she said.
Wang Tiezhu nodded and went to fetch it.
After the diaper was changed, Wang Nuannuan finally felt comfortable. Qian Jinping held her in her arms and gently soothed her.
At last, Wang Nuannuan clearly saw her mother. She was truly beautiful—a fair oval face, delicate brows, eyes like autumn water, a slender nose, and small, exquisite lips.
Relieved, Wang Nuannuan thought: with parents this good-looking, there was no way she’d turn out ugly.
With that thought, she broke into a wide smile at Qian Jinping.
“Husband, look—our daughter is smiling at me,” Qian Jinping said softly.
Wang Tiezhu leaned closer and saw his daughter staring at him with big eyes, smiling sweetly. Warmth filled his heart.
“Jinping, I’ve thought of a name for our daughter—Nuannuan. Wang Nuannuan. Look at her smile—it warms the heart.”
Hearing this, Wang Nuannuan became even happier. It was the same name as her previous life—how wonderful! She smiled even more brightly.
Qian Jinping looked at her joyful, waving daughter and smiled too.“Alright. Look, she really likes the name.”
Looking at her parents, Wang Nuannuan suddenly felt… this life might not be so bad.
Though the family was poor, her parents clearly loved each other. Thinking back to when she was just born, the elderly woman and man she had seen must be her grandparents. They had looked at her with such warmth—it felt genuinely comforting.
“Mother, we want to see our little sister too! Let us see her!”
Wang Nuannuan turned toward the door. It was pushed open, and three little boys ran in.
The one in front looked very similar to her father—this must be her biological older brother.
The other two were unfamiliar: one had thick brows and bright eyes with a sturdy build, while the other was delicate and refined. All of them were good-looking. Wang Nuannuan realized she still didn’t fully know her family.
Wang Tiezhu took the baby from his wife and crouched down so the boys could see her clearly.
The boy who resembled him spoke first, eagerly:“Little sister, I’m Shengman, your younger brother! Look at me!”
The sturdy boy said honestly,“Little sister, I’m Shengli, your eldest brother.”
The refined boy followed,“Little sister, I’m Shengyi, your second brother.”
The three boys hurried to introduce themselves. Wang Nuannuan matched each name to a face and smiled widely at the three heads gathered before her.
“Father, look! Sister is smiling at us! She’s so smart!” Wang Shengman said happily.
At that moment, footsteps and a voice were heard—it was Old Madam Wang.
“Third son, I’ve brought Jinping’s meal. Don’t worry about it—take the children to eat,” she said.
Wang Tiezhu handed Wang Nuannuan back to Qian Jinping and led the boys out.“Alright, Mother.”
“Jinping, come eat. Have more. Your father and the others went up the mountain to set traps today. Tomorrow we’ll see if they caught any pheasants. Later I’ll have them check the river for fish. For now, just make do with this.”
Old Madam Wang placed the food down kindly, then turned to hold the baby.
“Oh, my precious granddaughter, how pretty you are!”
“Mother, my husband has named the child—Wang Nuannuan. Her nickname is Nuannuan,” Qian Jinping said gently.
“Oh! Our little girl has a name now—Nuannuan, little Nuannuan.”
Wang Nuannuan looked at her grandmother’s loving face and reached out, wanting to touch it—but she overestimated her control.
Smack!
Instead of a gentle touch, she slapped her grandmother’s face.
“Ah… ah… oh…” Wang Nuannuan let out an embarrassed sound.
“Oh! Our little Nuannuan is quite strong!” Old Madam Wang laughed. “Come, Grandma will feed you some rice paste. Your mother doesn’t have milk yet. Once she does, you can drink milk.”
Old Madam Wang sat down and fed her spoonful by spoonful. Wang Nuannuan cooperated and ate well. Once full, she turned her head away, refusing more.
Old Madam Wang burst into laughter, insisting her granddaughter was very clever.
Listening to her grandmother and mother, Wang Nuannuan realized she currently had no milk supply. Rice paste might work occasionally, but not every meal.
Thinking of this, she suddenly missed her grand estate.
Since childhood, she had dreamed of building a “Peach Blossom Paradise” like the one described in books. She had worked tirelessly toward that goal—skipping grades, studying agriculture, animal husbandry, manufacturing, and more.
After her parents died in an accident, she inherited their wealth and built a massive estate capable of self-sufficiency and export.
But just as everything was completed… she transmigrated.