The Sixties: Pregnant with a Big Shot's Baby

In the period novel Shen He was reading, the powerful villain was a highly intelligent criminal. His childhood experiences also left a deep impression on her: his mother used him as a punching bag, beating and berating him at the slightest provocation, and he had no stable home, wandering from place to place.

The villain's father was a steady, handsome military-industrial tycoon. He didn't learn he had a son until more than twenty years later, by which time the villain had already become nothing but a handful of dust.

"Dad, you are the person I admire and look up to most in this world. I'm not worthy of meeting you. If there's another life, I want to stand before you with my head held high."

Reading these last words, Shen He couldn't help sighing over the tragic story of father and son.

It took a scheme to bring the original owner of her body into contact with this tycoon.

The tycoon deeply regretted not being able to raise the villain himself.

When Shen He arrived in this world, the little villain in her belly was already five months along.

What was she supposed to do?

After making inquiries through various channels, Shen He sent a letter to a confidential mailbox. It read: "I'm pregnant with your child. If it's convenient, let's meet and discuss this."

A little over ten days later, the man appeared before Shen He. His dark eyes held not a glimmer of light as he said in a low voice, "I'll marry you and take responsibility for you and the child."

Shen He nodded. "Sure."

The remote, desolate factory in the backwater town became their home. The couple built a brick house and fenced off land to grow grain and vegetables. Wildflowers bloomed and cooking smoke curled into the sky, while life for the family of three was a delightful mess.

Sometimes Shen He felt that the father and son were so close that she was just a baby-making tool. In reality, the little one called for his dad all day long.

"Dad, where's Mom?"

"Dad, Mom's face cream is almost gone. Bring back a couple of jars when you go on your business trip."

"Dad, the road's all muddy. Carry Mom."

Theme: Let flowers bloom in adversity