The 1970s: I Was Handed to a Cold-Faced Dad, Then Spoiled Rotten

When Jiang Chenzhou was three, his birth mother sent him from the city back to the countryside, leaving him with Han Zheng, the father he’d never met.

Who was Han Zheng? The only high school graduate in the entire commune, the youngest deputy director at the supply and marketing cooperative, the sole heir in three generations of the Han family, and a man with a face that made every young woman and young bride in the village blush. Yet he was cold and antisocial, so distant that he seemed utterly heartless.

Everyone thought Han Zheng would never accept a little girl with an unknown background.

But after one look at the child, Han Zheng scooped her into his arms and went straight to the commune office to register her that same day.

From then on, the Han family’s whole way of life changed.

The old Han Zheng: Don’t talk to me. You’re annoying.

The new Han Zheng: My daughter ate three bites today. Is she feeling unwell? Is she unhappy? Is someone bullying her?

Han’s parents are frantic. “Zheng, you need to have another son!”

Han Zheng rolls his eyes. “My daughter is worth ten grandsons.”

But this child is so hard to raise. She’s picky, cries easily, has a temper, and throws herself on the ground to roll around whenever things don’t go her way. Han Zheng is exhausted, but he loves every minute of it.

No one knows that the reason he’s so certain about this child is that he can see it: a golden aura, invisible to everyone else, surrounds her.