[{"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-460":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},2328155,4552,"Chapter 460: The Aura of the Upper Echelon Is Dazzling","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-460",460,"\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang returned and, seeing his elder brother after so long, rushed over and hugged him, his laughter loud and bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, you’re finally back! If you didn’t come back soon, I was going to go find you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyu hugged his brother back, clapped a large hand on Zhihang’s shoulder, felt his stance was solid—clearly he hadn’t neglected his training—and smiled with satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhihang and he were twins; one casual gesture from his brother told him exactly what he meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed, “My job is busy, but I never stopped exercising. Dad’s used to jogging early—he’s nearly fifty and still terrifyingly strong—and Mom signed up for dance class, and you attend every session. I was afraid of falling behind, so I train every day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaobao punched him, “I’ve been dancing too—why did you skip me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Forgot.” Zhihang shrugged, grinning mischievously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Considering his brother had bought him duck legs, Yaobao let it slide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyu watched his lively younger siblings, a smile tugging at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said to Zhihang, “I know Dad assigned you bodyguards, but someone else’s protection isn’t as good as your own—what you learn becomes yours. You need some self-defense skills.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhihang nodded. “I know. Grandpa told me the same thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grandpa said that even though he was the favorite, he’d learned martial arts; without even basic training, he’d never have met Grandma, and then there’d be no Mom, and no us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. You understand.” Gu Zhiyu said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A simple compliment from his elder brother made the younger one beam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat close to his brother, affectionate and warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhihang looked at his brother and said, “Brother, why did you come back suddenly? Why didn’t you tell us earlier? If you’d warned us, I could’ve picked you up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyu shook his head with a smile. “No need. All the buses go right to the door—it’s convenient. You’re not idle, why waste your time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’s that wasting time? When you come home, everything else must make way for you.” Zhihang disagreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know you care, but real matters come first.” Gu Zhiyu patted his younger brother’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Picking you up is a rare and real matter.” Zhihang insisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyu dropped the topic. “Mom said you’re building a Hope Primary School? When poor, cultivate yourself; when prosperous, help the world. Zhihang, your idea is excellent—I support you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhihang’s lips curled slightly; being praised by his brother doubled his sense of accomplishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s nothing. I’m just following the Lin family’s ancestral teachings.” He feigned calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A gentleman judges by deeds, not intentions. Regardless, it’s your plan—and it’s excellent.” Gu Zhiyu’s expression was serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhihang, embarrassed by the praise, changed the subject: “Brother, how many days will you be home this time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not certain. I’ll stay home until after the military parade.” Gu Zhiyu said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhihang’s eyes brightened slightly, his voice barely containing excitement: “Brother, are you…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish, Gu Zhiyu lifted a finger to his lips, eyes smiling. “Secret.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, you really are…” Zhihang caught the implication, excitedly pounded his brother’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Congratulations, Brother. You’ve achieved your dream.” His voice was strong, thick with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you happier than I am?” Gu Zhiyu rubbed his chest, murmuring with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Yaobao enjoying her duck leg, he picked one up too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One bite—spicy, numbing, a rush of pleasure straight to the crown of his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Yaobao loved it—the flavor was truly excellent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao used to love spicy food, but as she aged, she quit it herself. Now, watching the kids devour their food, she couldn’t resist grabbing one—only to find herself hooked, eating three in a row until her lips swelled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai returned and saw this scene—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mother and children sat on the sofa, the TV playing the drama his wife and daughter both followed; all four wore gloves, eating duck legs, hissing and sucking air after each bite to ease the heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Closer still, he saw the mother and daughter—so alike—both with painfully red, slightly swollen lips, sweat beading on their foreheads, fanning themselves, utterly relaxed, no pretense left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough… cough…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the cough, the four chatting loudly turned around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing their father, Gu Zhiyu’s eyes lit up. He stood, wiped his hands quickly, and walked over to hug Gu Chenghuai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the children were young, Gu Chenghuai had no airs—he let them ride on his back, took them out to movies, to state-run restaurants, to the supply cooperative—he was a doting father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never acted like the typical patriarch, domineering and self-important; he respected his children’s thoughts and supported them wholeheartedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, all four children were close to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai patted his eldest son’s shoulder. “Back already.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I planned to visit you at the military district this afternoon.” Gu Zhiyu pulled his father down to sit, then poured tea and handed it to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai took it, sipped, and smiled. “I heard you were back—I couldn’t sit still. Had someone bring me home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You went to too much trouble, Dad.” Gu Zhiyu felt embarrassed, but his father’s regard warmed him deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No trouble.” Gu Chenghuai waved his hand, gestured him into the study. “We have confidential matters to discuss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyu rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai placed his broad right hand on Lin Zhao’s shoulder, gave it a gentle squeeze, and said softly, “I have some important things to tell Zhiyu. I’ll let him out soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No rush. He’ll be staying home anyway—plenty of time to chat later.” Lin Zhao said carelessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If her son had to leave the same day, and her husband acted this clueless, she’d have scolded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai nodded, staring at Lin Zhao’s lips. “Stop eating spicy food—your mouth’s swollen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re back five minutes and already bossing me around.” Lin Zhao grumbled. “Fine, I won’t eat it. Can I at least drink tea?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm. Cold tea relieves the heat. Drink plenty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Gu Chenghuai and Gu Zhiyu walked into the study, one after the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhihang slumped back against the sofa in a starfish pose. “I should’ve applied to aviation school. Dad always pulls his eldest aside for secret talks—there’s never anything for me. If this keeps up, what will I and my brother even talk about? I tell him how much I earn, he doesn’t care—he probably thinks I’m full of money-grubbing stink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t noticed before, but since Zhiyu joined the special unit, the feeling had grown sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything had to be secret. Couldn’t be spoken of.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What nonsense. When has your brother ever looked down on you? You’re just imagining things—you should write screenplays, you’re so good at it…” Lin Zhao sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaobao nodded. “Second brother’s overthinking. Big brother would never look down on you—he protects you the most.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Absolutely. You and Big Brother came into this world one right after the other—you’re the closest. Like me and Third Brother—we’re the closest in the whole world.” Yaobao said earnestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhihang couldn’t help but tease, “You’ve got three brothers, yet you’re closest to Third Brother—where does that leave me and Big Brother? You’re crushing a handsome man’s heart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaobao was stunned by her brother’s audacity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, Second Brother was handsome—he could rival Hong Kong movie stars—but wasn’t this self-praise a bit much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m close to Big Brother and Second Brother too!” she hurried to explain, as if she had eight mouths to convince him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That's a painfully forced excuse. I can't accept it.\" Zhihang, bored, enjoyed teasing his sister and was pleased when her expression changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what do you want me to do?” Yaobao scrunched her face. “I’ll run errands for you tomorrow, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too lazy.” Seeing her fists clench, Zhihang immediately backed off. “No need for errands. Tomorrow, come shopping with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to buy his mother a set of jewelry—he’d already picked it out—and wanted Yaobao to help him judge it from a woman’s perspective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second brother’s going shopping?” Yaobao looked utterly incredulous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What, can’t I go shopping?” Zhihang lifted his eyelids, staring straight at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I didn’t say that.” Yaobao hurried to say. “But you hate shopping, don’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“People change. You used to say duck legs were tasteless—now you’re the one devouring them fastest.” Zhihang countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made sense. She couldn’t argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaobao stopped paying attention to her fussy brother and turned to Lin Zhao. “Mom, will you come with us tomorrow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhihang’s expression remained calm, his posture unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two reasons: First, their father was back—Mom would sleep in and not wake early. Second, she said she’d get her hair done these days, and until it was finished, nothing else mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao said, “I won’t go. I’m getting my hair done tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why? Your curls look beautiful, and the color’s nice too.” Yaobao admired her mother’s hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m straightening it and dyeing it black. We’re going to the military parade—curly hair’s too trendy.” Lin Zhao brushed her hair aside, a little reluctant, but everything had to yield to the important matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaobao agreed silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her little coat of warmth comforted her: “Mom, next time you want to curl it again, I’ll come with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao’s heart warmed. She cupped her daughter’s beautiful face and rubbed it gently. “So thoughtful. Yaobao is my warm little sweater.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaobao beamed and hugged her mother’s waist—her mother smelled lovely, and she loved hugging her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you get hot?” Zhihang couldn’t help but complain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second brother, you’re just sour—you want to hug Mom too, but you’re scared Dad’ll beat you, so you’re jealous of me.” Yaobao hugged tighter, her expression smug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gu Zhiyao, you’re childish—so childish. You’re an adult, not a five-year-old. Still clinging to Mom like this? Don’t you care what your coworkers and friends think?” Zhihang refused to admit he was a little jealous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’m childish.” Yaobao didn’t care. “A child with a mother is a treasure. I’m happy to be childish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Hmph.” Zhihang snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yaobao had won. She happily wiggled her feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Study room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai instructed Gu Zhiyu on key points for the parade, reminding him to be bold yet meticulous, to fly without fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About half an hour later, father and son emerged one after the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Done talking?” Lin Zhao said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.” Gu Chenghuai responded, sitting beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will you accompany me to get my hair done tomorrow?” Lin Zhao nudged Gu Chenghuai’s knee with her toe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your hair looks fine already—why do it again?” Gu Chenghuai asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It just doesn’t feel right. I want to dye it black and straighten it—I want to make my entrance at this big event in pure, authentic Chinese style,” Lin Zhao explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I plan to wear a qipao. Help me pick one later,” she added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai couldn’t assist with his wife’s attire and never meddled—only nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’ll help pick. ” The words had barely left his lips when he added, like a preemptive shot: “You look good in anything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Naturally,” Lin Zhao said confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had perfect proportions—short upper body, long lower body—any outfit became her like a mannequin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention, those qipaos were gifts from Lin Yu, all hand-tailored, elegant, graceful, and incomparably beautiful, exuding Eastern poise—she looked stunning in any of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next afternoon, Lin Zhao and Gu Chenghuai went to the hair salon near their home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took over three hours to style her hair exactly as she wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao was very satisfied with the result.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black, long, straight—her usual hairstyle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How does it look?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai didn’t hesitate: “Beautiful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think so too—it feels different from curls. Perfect. Let’s go home!” Lin Zhao had already planned: wear the qipao, pin her hair up with a hairpin—elegant, dignified, never out of place no matter the occasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the military parade drew nearer, the capital grew noticeably livelier; outside, one could spot many tourists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Locals felt surrounded even when stepping out to buy groceries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao no longer went out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The TV station where Xiang Yaobao worked was covering the event live for a national audience, and she’d become busy too—often working late. Gu Zhihang had even booked her a hotel near her workplace to spare her the commute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With too many people on the streets, travel time had increased dramatically—better to stay nearby and get more rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Due to work, Gu Zhiyaou met a TV host by chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their professional relationship grew closer; day after day of interaction led them both to develop feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gu family didn’t know any of this yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day of the military parade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao rose early, did a simple hairstyle, applied light makeup, painted her lips with a rosy shade, slipped into the deep blue, shoulder-sleeved qipao she’d picked and pressed in advance, and stepped out of her room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhiyu had left early to join his unit; Gu Zhihang was still at home. He looked at her attire, eyes brightening: “You’re radiant! Mom, if you entered a beauty pageant in Hong Kong, you’d win first prize.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost,” Gu Chenghuai snapped—he knew beauty pageant contestants wore next to nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t overly patriarchal, but he didn’t want his beloved judged by strangers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang clamped his hand over his mouth. “I’ll shut up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Big jealous pot! Can’t even joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the door, Gu Chenghuai’s bodyguard had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his commander, he snapped to attention, saluted, then bowed slightly to open the car door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao and her family of three got in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car reached the venue; they entered using their invitation tickets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai had duties—he couldn’t stay with Lin Zhao. He told Gu Zhihang to take care of his mother, then hurried off with his bodyguard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d barely walked over when people surrounded him, talking to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai led the way, calm and stern, nodding occasionally in response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your dad’s so handsome!” Lin Zhao gazed at her husband’s broad back, her face filled with admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aura of a superior—truly dazzling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Zhihang couldn’t deny it. “He’s incredibly handsome. Thanks, Mom, for picking such an awesome dad for our four siblings!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That handsome face of his had opened so many doors for him.\u003C\u002Fp>",2356,"2026-06-20T18:59:18.822Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b7e18985c17b6dbf65d7c7d58994b078856ab7c076ab74960b4fcac7a2ca1367","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-461","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-459",480,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-cover.jpg"]