[{"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-61":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},2327756,4552,"Chapter 61: Good News (Extra Chapter for Monthly Ticket Event #3??)","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-61",61,"\u003Cp>Hearing the constant chattering behind her, Lin Zhao’s heart was as calm as a lake under nightfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when they rode past the village entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally couldn’t hold back: “Erzai, talking so much—doesn’t your mouth get dry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not dry at all.” Erzai hugged his mother’s waist, face beaming, legs swinging happily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Erzai, stop fidgeting.” Dazai slapped his brother’s thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erzai fell still, pressing his face against Lin Zhao’s back, his pink lips moving slightly: “I’m happy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He mumbled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he’d been scolded by his brother, it didn’t ruin his good mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’re thirsty, hold on! I filled the military canteen with soda—we’ll drink it when we get to your aunt’s place.” Lin Zhao carefully avoided stones on the road, afraid of jolting her sons’ bottoms into eight pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erzai hadn’t had soda in a while and was craving it; he rubbed his cheek against his mother’s back, his clear voice muffled as if trapped in a jar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dazai also cheerfully replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going to speed up—tell me right away if anything happens.” Lin Zhao turned to glance at her two sons, warning them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aye! I’m watching my brother!” Erzai laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dazai protested: “No, it’s me holding you with my arms.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bad little brother, always stealing their mother’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erzai knew his brother was telling the truth; he grinned: “Brother’s the best.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brother’s smile was sweet and soft, radiating affection and dependence—Dazai couldn’t stay mad, so he chose to let it go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon enough, the two brothers were chatting warmly again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao’s long legs pedaled swiftly; wind blew against her face, but the air was still stifling, and a fine sheen of sweat coated her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Less than half an hour later, the three of them arrived at the brigade where Gu Chan lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao had never been here; neither had Dazai or Erzai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brand-new bicycle appeared at the village entrance; several snotty-nosed children gathered, standing a meter away, eyes darting over the bike, brimming with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are you?” The boy speaking was about Dazai and Erzai’s age, thinner than the boys their mother ignored, his frail body topped by a large head, a thin neck straining under its weight. He sucked in a drip of snot nearly reaching his lips, eyes wide with obvious confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao’s mind raced—she decided to give each boy a small handkerchief tonight, for wiping noses and mouths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know where Shi Tou’s house is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I do!” the boy said confidently, then added: “Who are you? Why are you looking for two Shi Tous?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kid was quite guarded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao smiled: “I’m your two Shi Tous’ aunt-in-law—I’m here to see their mother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, the boy’s expression shifted subtly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sized Lin Zhao up, his gaze strangely odd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…You’re the lazy wife of Little Shi Tou’s uncle?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao’s lip twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had her bad reputation reached this far?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this what they meant by “evil rumors travel far”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dazai, hearing someone insult his mother, instantly turned black-faced, his dark, bright eyes blazing with fury as he lunged to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erzai, like a young bull, raised fists the size of sandbags, ready to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing grew heavy, his eyes flashing the ferocity of a wolf pup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How dare you insult my mother—I’ll kill you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as the boys’ fists were two centimeters from the other child’s nose, Lin Zhao grabbed their collars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dazai.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Erzai.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erzai turned his head to look at Lin Zhao, his whites flushed red with rage, his eyes brimming with such ferocity it sent a chill through her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao’s heart lurched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, she remembered the Erzai from the novel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the original book, the early hardships of the four sons were glossed over in less than three chapters, but their adult lives were described in detail—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erzai built a massive business empire spanning the entire country; his business acumen was beyond reproach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only criticism: his methods were extreme, ruthless—he was an extremely dangerous man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao saw, in this five-year-old Erzai, the pale young man from the novel: smoking, long fingers flicking a lighter open and shut, eyes cold and mocking, silently telling people to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart clenched as if gripped by a fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erzai, held by the collar at the back of his neck, couldn’t move forward, yet still flailed his arms, shouting:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who dares insult my mother, Gu Erzai? Come here—I’ll kill you!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao bent down, lifted Erzai, pressed his head against her long, pale neck, and gently patted his skull to soothe him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good boy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft, gentle “good boy” in his ear calmed the boy who moments ago had wanted to kill; even this child, who had never known shame, blushed crimson at his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wrapped his arms around his mother’s neck, his little heart bursting with indescribable joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mother was comforting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Erzai, everyone has the right to express their thoughts—we can’t silence everyone.” Lin Zhao patted his back gently, voice tender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erzai was a smart child—he understood his mother’s words—but…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His bright, clear eyes flashed stubbornness, his voice sharp: “No one gets to say anything bad about my mother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can’t control anyone but ourselves. I’m not money—I can’t make everyone like me.” Lin Zhao rubbed his head, her smile growing softer: “As long as all four of you love me, I’m more than satisfied.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erzai’s lips curled up slightly, then he forced them down, pouting unhappily: “I’m still mad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then how can Erzai stop being mad?” Lin Zhao asked patiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, she kissed his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erzai’s face turned as red as a monkey’s bottom; his inner self began stumbling over its own feet, fireworks of every color exploding around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…O-okay.” The boy stammered, struggling to keep a serious face: “Whatever Mom says goes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao felt deeply relieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If her sons listened to her, she’d never let them become the cold, ruthless villain from the novel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m so happy to have two good sons like you and your brother. What do a few gossiping strangers matter? It doesn’t ruin my mood at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erzai stole a glance at his mother—she was smiling at him, her eyes full of joy, and it was so beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted her to smile like this forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll listen to Mom—I won’t fight if you don’t want me to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though soothed, Erzai still hadn’t forgiven the man who insulted his mother; he let out a loud, contemptuous snort at the child who’d shrunk under his wolf-pup glare, then marched into the village with a proud, unyielding step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dazai thought this village was unfriendly to his mother; his earlier joy vanished like water poured over ice, and he grew sullen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dazai, I don’t care what others say.” Lin Zhao soothed her eldest son gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I went to school in the county, I lived with your uncle-gong. Many people talked behind my back—so what? It didn’t stop me from finishing junior high and high school, or getting my diploma.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dazai knew how to focus—he immediately said: “Mom, Uncle-gong is really good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched his fist, memorizing Uncle-gong’s kindness to his mother, vowing that when he grew up, he’d repay him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. What I mean is—we only need to focus on our family, not on what others do.” In this village, aside from work, the only entertainment or way to pass time was gossiping about neighbors—if you cared, you’d never stop being angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.” Dazai said, but he still cared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mom is so good—why do people always say bad things? They’re all bad people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If only he could grow up tomorrow!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And also—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he make people stop gossiping about Mom?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy furrowed his brow, as if pondering some great life riddle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once inside the village, finding Gu Chan’s family became simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erzai disliked this village, but his face showed nothing; he beamed his innocent, adorable smile, spotted an old woman, and called out “Big Auntie,” asking for directions in childlike chatter—so charming that she even told him where Wei Xiangdong lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, it’s up ahead—the house with chili peppers by the gate.” He turned to call to Lin Zhao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Baby, you’re so capable.” Lin Zhao knew exactly what her son wanted to hear, and praised him immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erzai beamed, tugging his brother’s hand back and forth, skipping happily toward the Wei home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao pushed the bicycle behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two boys stopped at the Wei family gate; Erzai peered inside, remembering his mother’s words, not rushing in—he shouted loudly: “Auntie!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Auntie, are you there? It’s Erzai—I’m here with Mom and Brother! We’ve got amazing news!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao rubbed her forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Son, can’t you be a little more low-key? You didn’t need to say that last line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he’d been upset since the village entrance—wasn’t it natural for him to want to show off now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mother decided to let them be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chan was busy in the kitchen when a familiar voice reached her ears—was it Erzai?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t sure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped out to look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She met a pair of clear, bright eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All four children bore faint traces of their father’s handsomeness and mother’s beauty, and were exceptionally good-looking, unforgettable at first glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since she was their own aunt—she didn’t need eyes to recognize him; even her toes could tell it was him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Erzai?!” Gu Chan wiped her wet hands on her hem, her face breaking into a surprised, delighted smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hurried toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened it, bent down, and removed the long wooden threshold from the doorframe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao pushed the cart into the courtyard, glanced around—it was a plain rural mud house, the yard spacious and neatly kept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhaozhao, why did you bring Dacai and Erzai? Is everything alright at home?” Gu Chan swiftly poured water for the three women, serving the highest-tier treat: brown sugar water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing’s wrong,” Lin Zhao soothed her sister-in-law’s nerves, then asked, “Where are Dashitou and Xiaoshitou?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dacai and Erzai barely remembered the faces of Big Stone and Little Stone, but because their aunt treated them well, the brothers held great affection for the Shi brothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They went to gather firewood—been gone a while, should be back soon,” Gu Chan explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she fetched water in a porcelain basin, one corner chipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She waved to her sister-in-law and the two nephews. “You must be sweltering—why not wash up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao washed her hands and face, along with the two boys, and indeed felt much cooler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erzai was about to say they couldn’t use Baby Cream since they weren’t home—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he saw his mother pull out cold cream from her pocket, dab a bit on herself, then apply it to both boys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chan stared, dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhaozhao carries cold cream with her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao remained calm, her expression serene as she handed the jar to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you don’t mind it’s been used, it’s yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chan saw—the jar was brand-new; aside from the tiny amount Lin Zhao and the two boys had just used, it had clearly never been opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hurried to refuse. “No, I can’t take this—I heard a jar of cold cream is expensive, you keep it for yourself—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao cut her off gently. “Do you find it offensive that we’ve used it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course not!!” Gu Chan said quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a thin film left would be worth its weight in gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then take it. I don’t lack for cold cream. I planned to give it to you anyway—if you refuse, you’re saying you mind us using it. If that’s true, I’ll bring you a brand-new one next time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With her sister-in-law speaking this way, Gu Chan could no longer refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Zhaozhao,” she said, her dark, thin face glowing with sincere joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every village girl and daughter-in-law wanted cold cream—before having children, Shitou’s father had bought her some; after having children, she couldn’t bear to spend the money again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You deserve it,” Lin Zhao added, sensing her sister-in-law’s hesitation. “You know I work at the Supply and Marketing Cooperative—this isn’t expensive. I gave some to your sisters-in-law too, as thanks for helping me raise the four boys.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chan nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t mind being slighted, but her sisters-in-law might not feel the same—Zhaozhao had done the right thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard there’s a distinguished guest visiting your home…” A cheerful voice rang out from outside, and a figure approached quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Dasa’s sharp eyes swept over Lin Zhao and the two boys, her smile growing warmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister-in-law, you’re too stingy—a distinguished guest comes, and you won’t even offer sweet potato strips?” She spoke with apparent generosity, yet didn’t move a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erzai, fiercely protective of his aunt, pulled two large shrimp-cracker candies from his pocket, slipped one into his aunt’s hand, and popped the other into his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not my aunt’s fault—it’s me…” He paused, feigning regret. “I’ve been spoiled by my mother—I only like candy, not sweet potato strips.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, after the first two days, Lin Zhao had begun limiting how many candies the boys could eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The candies in Erzai’s pocket were his own stash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Auntie, eat it quick—these are shrimp-cracker candies, sweet and crisp, so delicious—I love them, and so does my brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking into her nephew’s sparkling eyes, Gu Chan couldn’t bear to disappoint him. She abandoned her thought of saving it for Dashitou and Xiaoshitou and ate the candy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sweetness truly sank into the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sweet—crunchy when you bite, with peanut bits inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wei Dasa watched this scene, her heart sinking like a pickle in a jar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t Gu Chan’s third sister-in-law supposed to be difficult? She didn’t seem so—her son freely gives out candy and doesn’t even offer her one? So stingy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one paid attention to her thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao knew Wei Dasa was a greedy gossip. She gave her not a single glance, turning to her sister-in-law. “Big sister, I have something important to tell you—let’s find a quiet place to talk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This clearly implied Wei Dasa was noisy and unnecessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman standing by clenched her teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chan bit back a laugh, stood up, and led Lin Zhao and the three of them to her room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room had small windows, dim even in daylight, full of lived-in warmth—clearly the work of a woman who struggled to make a good life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhaozhao, what do you want to tell me?” Gu Chan didn’t know what her sister-in-law wanted to say—somehow, her mind leapt to the thought that Zhaozhao wanted to divorce Chenghuai, and her face turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No way!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao said: “Big sister, I’ve got a job from the matchbox factory—folding matchboxes. Two fen per box. I’ve got materials for five hundred—I’m wondering if you’d like to take it?”\u003C\u002Fp>",2471,"2026-06-20T18:59:15.907Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7aa3ae5ed56ab48661a8aa215e63ac3a1d548809589e7645345c91535f9dd23e","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-62","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-60",480,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-cover.jpg"]