I Became the Handsome Mother of the Male Lead in a Period Novel

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Tian Yuan woke up one morning and discovered she'd transmigrated into a book as a young wife on a seventies island.

The original Tian Yuan had been married off at seventeen or eighteen to a sickly man in exchange for a bride price. He died just two or three years later, leaving her a widow with a child for three years. By a twist of fate, she then married Chen Haiming, an island-based military officer. Though each of them brought a child into the marriage and her husband was away for half the year, the original Tian Yuan played both mother and father to the children. Everyone said she had landed a fantastic deal.

The original Tian Yuan thought so too. Because of that, she gave her stepson everything he asked for, never daring to hit or scold him. But to her own child, she always said, "You're the older brother. You have to let your little brother have his way," even though the boys were only three months apart.

She devoted herself to being a good stepmother, but things didn't end well.

As she lay gravely ill, her stepson asked carelessly, "You're still not dead?" When her own son came to visit, he looked at her like a stranger.

She couldn't understand. She really, really had raised the children well.

At this point, Tian Yuan was furious.

Pah! So she sacrificed her own child just to earn a good reputation? What a joke. What use was that, apart from making herself feel good?

Tian Yuan was thinking that now she'd transmigrated into the book, she absolutely wouldn't let her own child suffer that kind of mistreatment. Before she'd quite gathered her thoughts, her stepson shoved her awake. "Get up! Stop pretending to be sick and make me some food. I'm hungry!"

Hearing the little brat grumble and curse, Tian Yuan smiled. Very well. On her first day in the book, she'd start by keeping the child company, and beating him.

Reading Guide:

1. A cheerful, heartwarming slice-of-life story on an island.

2. Another novel set in the same era, Second-Chance Couple in the Eighties, is available on my profile.

★Upcoming novel, The Little Nanny of the Eighties: Reborn. Blurb below:

[Cool military officer vs. beautiful nanny]

Before Meng Guyu lost consciousness, she heard her husband Zhao Jinlai's impatient voice. "What's with all this talk of headaches and fever? You've been married to me for seven or eight years, and you don't earn a single cent, yet you eat and drink well. You can't even have a child. What's wrong with me having someone else bear me a child? When she gets here, you'd better take good care of her during her confinement, or get out!"

When she opened her eyes again, her mother was discussing a major life decision with her. "Guyu, your mom's no use. Your sister-in-law is always making cutting remarks, and you can't live in peace either. You have two paths to choose from. I think you should marry Jinlai. Our families know each other, and he's always treated you well. It's a hundred times better than working as someone's nanny. Sure, the nanny gets paid every month, but she has to grovel. If you marry Jinlai, you won't have to. He has a steady job, and all his earnings will be yours."

Meng Guyu looked at her slender, pale hands at twenty years old and thought of the years she'd spent married to him, serving his whole family and having to watch their faces just to get a single cent, only to be forced to nurse his mistress through childbirth in the end.

Sure, she might not be capable, but she wasn't about to jump into the firepit right in front of her. She could do laundry and cook, get paid every month, and live with dignity. Why would she choose to be treated like livestock?

"Mom, I'll work as a nanny."

Shen Fengmian wore gold-rimmed glasses and a buttoned-up shirt. If not for the military uniform hanging nearby, he might have looked like a refined gentleman.

He looked cold, his gaze aloof. "Can you do laundry, cook, and take care of a child?"

Beside him, the brat Ji Liu, his face bruised purple from a fall, piped up noisily. "And don't think you're going to be my mom!"

Meng Guyu nodded. "All right."

She could do it, and she really could. Laundry and cooking were easy, and the brat was actually easy to handle. She got paid every month and could buy whatever she wanted, free and unfettered.

Only, the way one particular person looked at her seemed more and more strange.