[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte":3,"chapter-reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-455":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Reborn as a 1960s Mother: I’ll Shield My Forgotten Children!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2328150,4552,"Chapter 455: He","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-455",455,"\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyao was beautiful, cheerful, and open-hearted; when she smiled, she looked like a camellia, and upon arriving at the TV station, she instantly drew the attention of several unmarried young men, several of whom planned to court her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the car parked at the entrance of the broadcasting building, their expressions turned bleak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget it, she’s out of our league.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaobao noticed the people lingering around her had suddenly dwindled, and was quite puzzled; she told her family about it when she got home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao’s gaze was subtle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such incredible obliviousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Candles for Yaobao’s future partner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang: “...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>See? I told you a grand entrance works.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drove out a few toads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least they know when to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Really? Aren’t you happy no one’s bothering you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaobao pinched the soft flesh on her cheeks. “Not really.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then that’s settled—keep away from those with ill intentions.” Gu Zhihang’s expression turned serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai chimed in, “Listen to your second brother. You’re still young, no need to rush into relationships. If someone asks you out for a movie or dinner, turn him down. Female colleagues are fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaobao’s face flushed instantly. “Ah, I’m not dating anyone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having finished speaking, she ran off to the courtyard to admire the flowers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao watched her husband with a faint, knowing smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai’s straight shoulders stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His stern face softened into a weary smile as he gently pinched her fingertip. “Today’s youth are restless. Unlike our time—once you chose someone, it was for life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he never gossiped, he knew romance was now a trend. For the young, dating was dating, marriage was marriage—you could date countless people before settling down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want his pampered daughter deceived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao clenched her fist and punched his arm. “Why aren’t you worried about Ercai?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ercai?” Gu Chenghuai feigned astonishment. “He’s as sharp as a fox—who could trick him? I’m more afraid he’ll trick some good family’s daughter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao punched him again. “Being smart isn’t bad! Better to trick others than be tricked yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai clasped her soft fist, a low laugh escaping his lips. “Yes, you’re right about everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang couldn’t stand his cloying father. He stood up, stretched, and headed back to his room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'm planning to catch some sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sleep was uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt like he was dreaming—or watching a movie—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange scenes multiplied like stars, all tied to the Gu and Lin families, weighing his heart down like lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang was still Gu Zhihang, but at age five, he lost his mother, his father vanished, and his grandparents in the old house didn’t survive the winter...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sancai was kidnapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His maternal grandfather lost his only daughter, heartbroken, and died in regret; his grandmother, unable to bear the loss of her husband, grew weaker and passed away. After she died, the Lin family seemed cursed—labeled with a bad class status, bullied relentlessly, dying or injured one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gu family fared no better, barely scraping by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A child without parents really did live like a weed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunger was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the dream, the hollow, burning sensation in his stomach was painfully clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What came after, Gu Zhihang refused to recall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he ever become that kind of lickspittle!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That couldn’t be him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What right did Lu Baozhen have? Even if his eyes were blind, it was impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be tormented endlessly by Lu Baozhen—and still hand over a million in assets to her? How could that be!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless he’d been diagnosed with ten years of brain damage, he would never do something so laughable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Yaobao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d become obsessively infatuated with Jiang Rong—and was cruelly betrayed by him after he conspired with Lu Baozhen, abandoned, and died a wretched death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Absolutely impossible!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell kind of dream is this?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang cursed aloud in the dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a figure appeared before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked nearly identical to Gu Zhihang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his aura was gloomy, sinister, radiating a mad desire to destroy the entire world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Gu Zhihang, his crimson lips curling slightly. “Impossible?” The word clung to his lips, spoken in a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang heard it clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Who are you?” His expression turned grave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man slowly advanced, closing in until his face nearly touched Gu Zhihang’s. “Look at my face. Don’t you recognize it, Gu, Zhi, Hang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang’s pupils shrank sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You... are another version of me?” He dared to guess, based on the fantasy novels he’d read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clever. No surprise you’re another me.” The man grinned excitedly, emphasizing, “Yes, I am you, you are me—we’re the same person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But...” His tone shifted, his eyes filled with envy as he stared at Gu Zhihang. “You’re luckier than I am.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In this world, you’re doted on by your whole family, grown into someone carefree and untroubled... while I...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heaven is unjust, don’t you agree?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang: “?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang’s mental CPU was about to melt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father, mother—my son must be going insane!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he dream something so absurd?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pinched himself hard—pain!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain was real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was happening?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You...” Gu Zhihang stepped back. The more panicked he felt, the calmer his mind became. He took two steps back, eyes fixed on the man before him, his gaze heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something’s wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pinched his hand—pain. This didn’t feel like a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you in my dream?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man regarded him calmly, sitting casually on a chair that had appeared out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rather than ask how I got here, ask why I came.” He smiled without warmth, his malice unhidden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang frowned. “What do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not knowing his intent, he was on high guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do I want?” The ‘Gu Zhihang’ sat there, eyes blazing with hatred as he burst into mad laughter. “I saw you happy, whole, and I grew jealous. I came here to take your place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang’s face turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this is a thief come to steal the fruit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth to speak—but the seated man lunged forward, pressing a finger to his forehead. Gu Zhihang passed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man lying on the bed suddenly woke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat bolt upright, alert, scanning his surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a hand, touching his forehead—the sensation of a bullet piercing through was crystal clear. He had died... so what was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood, moving by muscle memory, opened his wardrobe, and stared into the mirror—reflecting a young man, confident, sharp-eyed, defiant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memories surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this was another, luckier version of himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d known before arriving that this version was hundreds, even thousands of times luckier—but now he understood: it wasn’t hundreds or thousands. All the fortune in this world seemed poured into him, so much so that even envy felt impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dong dong dong!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A knock came from outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who is it?” ‘Gu Zhihang’ instinctively snapped, wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, Lin Zhao paused, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “It’s me, Zhihang. Did you have a nightmare?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Gu Zhihang’’s eyes churned with countless emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Mother?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rushed to the door, forcing back his trembling, took a deep breath, and opened it, facing Lin Zhao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s Mama.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had dreamed of her countless times; he would never forget her warm embrace, her gentle voice—how she would stir-fry eggs for them, bake delicious flatbreads, and always wonder if they were hungry or cold…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Mama was gone, no one cared whether her children lived or died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mama.” Gu Zhihang’s voice was hoarse, thick with countless complex emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched Lin Zhao with careful eyes, like a child lost and unsure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao murmured to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew her own son better than anyone—this wasn’t her second son, no matter how hard he tried to play the part; a mother could tell at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, Zhihang hadn’t called her Mama in years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.” Lin Zhao smiled, her expression natural. “What’s wrong? Had a nightmare? Don’t be afraid—we’re all here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang murmured “Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made it even more obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhihang talked a lot—he played the aloof CEO outside, but at home he was a chatterbox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao’s certainty grew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This person wore her son’s body, but his origin was unknown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at the red cord on Zhihang’s wrist and guessed this soul meant no harm—Zhihang was still intact, and he would return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hungry? Go wash up—dinner’s ready.” Lin Zhao patted Gu Zhihang’s arm casually, urging him to clean up, muttering, “Your Aunt Qiao’s been away these days, so I cooked myself—I haven’t made food in a while, I don’t know if you’ll still like it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t let her son’s body go hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao had strong acceptance skills—after all, she herself had died and come back to life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang looked at Mama, his eyes automatically burning hot. “I like it. I love your cooking most—anything you make, I love.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afraid she’d notice something odd, he hurried along his memory to the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao stood frozen. For some reason, hearing those words made her chest tight, suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feeling vanished instantly—before she could probe deeper, it was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao went to the kitchen, boiled porridge, then thought for a moment and began steaming buns with what she had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon, Yaobao came home for lunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the buns, she bounced happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You actually made buns! So fragrant—I’m having three!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao smiled at her. “Go wash your hands. After lunch, I’ll drive you to work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Yaobao exclaimed happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course not fake,” Lin Zhao teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaobao skipped off to the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She greeted her second brother. “Second brother, you’re still home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the damp strands of hair on Gu Zhihang’s forehead, she widened her eyes. “You didn’t get up until now? Tsk tsk—no wonder the big boss is so relaxed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as she finished speaking, she slipped past him into the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She realized she hadn’t gotten a scalp flick. She paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is second brother in a bad mood?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang watched her back until the door shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of Yaobao’s bright smile, he tugged at his lips in a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sister deserved a life this radiant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the dining table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family of three began eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang bit into the buns his mother had made, and his eyes warmed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having Mama around—how good it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaobao chewed her bun, staring at her second brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second brother, are you having business trouble? Or are you just in a bad mood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang blinked. “…Neither.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t believe you. You seem weird,” Yaobao frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never considered her brother’s soul had been replaced—she only thought he was in a bad mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s it weird? I’m still me,” Gu Zhihang said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This body was Zhihang’s. Even if family sensed something off, they couldn’t prove anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced at the sleeping Zhihang in his consciousness sea, paused mid-bite, clamped the meat in his mouth, and felt a bitter envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the expression on Gu Zhihang’s face, Lin Zhao felt a strange pang of pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling his reactions upon seeing her and Yaobao, her heart trembled—she had a bold guess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this still her son—but the one doomed to a tragic life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could that be possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang lowered his head, cradling the bun in both hands, chewing earnestly, cheeks puffed, long eyelashes casting a dark shadow beneath his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was exactly how Hengbao ate buns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice trembled faintly, the shake hidden well: “…Second son, eat slowly—there’s plenty more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of her son’s fate in the original novel, tears nearly spilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t know what price he’d paid to earn even this one glimpse of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang looked up, hearing that “second son”—he froze, his eyes swirling with complex emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mama’s buns are delicious—I could eat them forever and never get tired.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he had no such luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you like them, Mama will make you buns for life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both mother and son knew it was just comforting nonsense—but Lin Zhao felt that even this small comfort might bring her second son a moment of joy, and that was worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaobao laughed. “Why are you suddenly calling Mama? So strange—we’ve always called her Mommy. Second brother, you’re acting weird today. Are you reminiscing about hard times?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could only think of this one reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang’s acting was mediocre—he never intended to play the real Zhihang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sister handed him the ladder—he stepped down easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, reminiscing. Is that not allowed…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaobao smiled, lips pressed. “Of course it’s allowed. Boss Gu says so, it’s law—I wouldn’t dare object.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai, busy as he was, also noticed Zhihang’s oddness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing no extra reaction from Lin Zhao, he didn’t press—only asked: “Did the second son get into trouble?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, second son’s been well-behaved,” Lin Zhao immediately defended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t acknowledged him because she feared breaking the illusion might hurt him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mother and son had an unspoken understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao also knew he wouldn’t stay long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d seen the note he left—just one sentence:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Every day apart is a countdown; the day we meet needs no alarm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He does seem strange,” Gu Chenghuai said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen him—though he tried to suppress his emotions, he still looked like a startled, bristling beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t provoke him, did I?” he pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How would I know if you provoked him?” Lin Zhao rolled her eyes. He acted like that—maybe that man did something deserving of a beating in his world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai: “… ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I really didn’t provoke him,” he insisted seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After explaining, he looked at Gu Zhihang. “Gu Zhihang, tell your mother yourself—did I provoke you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang’s gaze was dark, his voice unshakably firm: “Yes, you did.”\u003C\u002Fp>",2293,"2026-06-20T18:59:18.822Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b9e36dcefc45624d2a21899f9342125e400fa18d8cd62923e546781c18f972c0","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-456","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-454",480,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-cover.jpg"]