Having Babies in Space: How Many Do You Want?

As usual, Jian Rou greeted the children arriving at school, then carefully walked out to the school gate and pulled over to wait by the roadside. One of the girls in her class had injured her leg a while ago. She had almost recovered and was coming to class today. Jian Rou had spoken with her parents and promised to help bring her into the classroom for the day. But accidents always happen in the blink of an eye. Jian Rou had never imagined that, just before turning twenty-eight and getting married, a car accident would send her to some interstellar world. When she first woke up, she really wanted to say, “Stop messing around.” But the unfamiliar yet somehow familiar face in the mirror, its youthful features, the warm, jade-like, pearl-like stud in her right ear, and the occasional notification chime all told her otherwise. Outside the window was the kind of high-tech scene she'd only ever seen in movies, along with several tall men who had been assigned to her. Jian Rou couldn't even fool herself, so she slowly resigned herself to life in this new era. As for females having to bear children, she was more than happy to. She'd always wanted a child. It was only the conflict between work and money that had kept her from getting married, time and again. Now someone was giving her a large sum of money to raise a child, and she could still work freely. Why wouldn't she accept? As for the child's father, whether she kept the child but sent the father packing or kept them both would depend on how that father behaved.