[Period setting + transmigration + adorable kids + baby talk + military compound + raising kids + feel-good story + easygoing daily life]
Yan Qing, a nurse and the Baby Whisperer, accidentally transmigrated while protecting a baby. She awakened the Baby Whisperer's passive skill: understanding baby talk.
She opened her eyes in 1985, in a military compound somewhere in northern China.
The original owner was an orphan who had come to seek refuge with a distant uncle. Living under someone else's roof, she had to watch their moods even at mealtimes.
When other people heard a baby crying, all they heard was “Wah wah wah.” She heard, “This swaddle is squeezing my hand!”
“I'm not hungry, so stop force-feeding me! What is wrong with you adults?” “It's too quiet, I'm scared. Put on some noise!”
The regiment commander's little son had been crying for half a month, but in her arms he laughed within three minutes. The chief of staff's terrifying twins went quiet as chickens the moment they saw her. The hardest children in the entire compound behaved like sweet little picture-book dolls around her.
The sisters-in-law nearly came to blows competing for her shifts, and even the division commander's wife had to show her respect.
A certain regiment commander asked with a stern face, “Are you sure you're only a seventeen-year-old girl?”
Yan Qing timidly raised her hand. “...I'm sure. I'm just good with kids.”
Years later, the college entrance exams were reinstated and the country opened up to reform.
The children she'd once held in her arms and soothed to sleep had grown up: one became a general, another a professor, and another the richest man in the country.
“Auntie Yan, I could never repay you in this lifetime for raising me.”
Song Hebai looked at the vast crowd of influential figures from every walk of life standing before her, and finally understood:
She hadn't been raising children. She'd been building connections.
