Transmigrating into a trouble-maker and a “brother-obsessed” fanatic who was returning to her maiden home with her child and a large sum of child support she’d squeezed out of her in-laws, Zhang Yun’an found herself under the burning gazes of a group of old men and women at the entrance of the original owner’s family alley. She promptly turned right back around.
In her previous life, Zhang Yun’an was a young lady raised in the lap of luxury. She had tasted everything except the bitterness of a loss—unless she was willing to take one.
Old Man Zhang, the boiler operator at the cotton mill: “Why is Accounting Zhang’s eldest daughter turning around and leaving with her child on her back?”
Auntie Wang from the cotton mill cafeteria: “She must be reluctant to leave the good life at her in-laws’ place. Besides, her husband not only comes from a prominent family but is also capable and handsome. How could she really bear to divorce him once he returns from his mission?”
Auntie Zhao, who was heading out to buy groceries with her basket, curled her lip: “Well, looks like Accounting Zhang’s calculations have gone down the drain.”
Auntie Wang added: “It’s not just Accounting Zhang. There’s also that nouveau riche guy waiting to pick up the pieces; he’s probably going to be disappointed.”
The “bonus” child clinging to Zhang Yun’an’s back asked: “Mom, aren’t we going to Grandpa’s house anymore?”
Zhang Yun’an: “No.”
The previously listless child straightened up with excitement, but then tragedy struck—his mother accidentally let him go, and he hit the ground with a thud.
As Zhang Yun’an watched the child stubbornly scramble up from the ground, she reached a conclusion: Children aren’t fragile; they seem quite durable.
