[{"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-72":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},2327767,4552,"Chapter 72: Don","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-72",72,"\u003Cp>Gu Fu had gone to the county to see Gu Xing’er.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was indeed frightened, but still refused to apologize, scolding and resenting him as her father, showing no respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no hope that Gu Xing’er would improve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Mu, however, believed that after such a scare and some education, perhaps Gu Xing’er would be so terrified she’d never act so recklessly again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hope Xing’er learns her lesson and becomes more sensible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even timid behavior is better than how she is now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao and her two sisters-in-law exchanged glances, each silently shaking their heads, thinking it was nearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dog can’t change its habit of eating shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You must listen to your ancestors’ teachings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Xing’er is sixteen, not six—her nature is already set; for her to change would be absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, we’ve split the household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao was immensely relieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before her awakening, she had still done proper things—like causing a household division.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile appeared in her eyes; she gave herself a mental nod and cast a haughty glance at her husband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Got rid of a stubborn adhesive patch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai raised an eyebrow and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s late. Save your words for tomorrow—go wash up and sleep.” Gu Fu, pitying his third son’s journey, suppressed his urge to speak more and told the family to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, listen to your father. Third son, get a good night’s sleep first—we’ll talk tomorrow,” Gu Mu added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remembering she didn’t know how long her son would stay, she asked: “Third son, how many days will you be home this time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai glanced at his wife and said: “I can stay over a month.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ll leave after Zhaozhao’s birthday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao’s birthday is in August.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Over a month?” Gu Mu beamed. “Good, good—tell me what you want to eat, and I’ll cook it for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talking about cooking reminded Gu Chenghuai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mother, where did you get hurt?” As a seasoned soldier, his senses were sharp—he smelled the medicinal ointment on her, could even name several ingredients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Mu was deeply touched by her son’s concern and smiled: “I got a few injuries, but they’re mostly healed—don’t worry, nothing serious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, they had improved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The medicine from Third Son’s wife was better than what the barefoot doctor gave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I hadn’t run too fast upon hearing my son was back, the worst wounds—already scabbed over—wouldn’t have split open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What can you do? A mother hasn’t seen her son in nearly two years—she was just too happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai saw Gu Mu’s complexion was decent and relaxed; he gently said: “Rest well until the wounds heal—we’ll handle the household duties.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.” Gu Mu responded, urging everyone back to their rooms to save lamp oil, then returned to her room with her husband.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boys from the First and Second households were being urged by their parents to wash their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang Bang washed with his younger siblings; Gu Lan took care of Yu Yu and Fourth Kid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, Gu Chenghuai carried his luggage inside; Lin Zhao followed behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sharp eyes scanned the room’s furnishings—everything was exactly as it had been when they first married. He set down his things, then reached out with his long arm and pulled Lin Zhao into his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wife,” he murmured, lowering his head to kiss her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t dare be reckless—only restrained, suppressed kisses on her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The handsome young officer, hardened by years of training, possessed immense strength—he could lift his slender wife with one hand, and with slight effort, lifted her off the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She got angry and hit him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t you warn me first? You’re so annoying,” Lin Zhao complained softly, wrapping her arms around his neck and lightly brushing her soft red lips against his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai secretly delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cold, clear eyes softened with faint smiles, as if ice were melting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dinner, the man had taken off his coat; now he wore a military-green shirt, tucked into his trousers, with broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most cunning detail: his collar was half-unbuttoned, revealing glimpses of taut, defined muscle with every movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao was especially drawn to this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her red lips curved upward, her eyes and brows brimming with delight; her slender, pale fingers reached for Gu Chenghuai’s neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers carried electricity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai easily caught her wrist and let out a low laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not allowed to touch?” Lin Zhao smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingertips were kissed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low, husky chuckle brushed her ear: “Allowed—later tonight...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao pulled free, lightly tapping his chest with her finger, her eyes calm and perceptive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled. “Cunning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai only smiled, saying nothing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao tightened her grip; his neck was forced forward. Gu Camp Commander sighed slightly: “Zhaozhao, if you use any more strength, I’ll have to go back to the old Chinese doctor for acupuncture.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remembering how dangerous traditional Chinese doctors had become these days—whether he could even find one was uncertain—he sighed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao felt a twinge of guilt and quietly released some pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The old Chinese doctors now...” Her voice trailed off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai’s expression turned gentle: “Don’t worry—we’re of proper class background. No matter how chaotic things get outside, it won’t touch us. Whatever happens, I’m here—I’ll protect you all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soldier who had fought on the battlefield, decisive and ruthless—no one dared provoke him, no one could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao believed him completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She unconsciously gripped his collar, pulling it askew, revealing a hint of...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao had no energy for teasing now; her gaze fixed on Gu Chenghuai: “My father...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai thought she was about to say something alarming—turns out it was about her father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kissed Zhaozhao lightly, barely satisfying himself, then said before she could hit him: “Don’t worry—I’ve handled it. Your father’s class designation won’t be a problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao’s expression relaxed; she cupped his face in her hands, eyes shining brightly, voice light and excited: “How did you do it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the original novel, during the rural class designation, her father was labeled a rightist element.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man deliberately teased, pointing to his handsome face for a reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao wanted to hit him; she pouted and kissed his lips hard, sucking with a loud “pop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me!” she urged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai sat Lin Zhao down, then paused, his gaze deepening, lips tightening into a sharp line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know, when I returned from Haicheng, the situation there wasn’t good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a soldier—I have a sharp sense for danger. I’m certain the coming turmoil won’t end soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After returning, I went to Yang Junzhi—not just to drop off my luggage, but to find out if there was any movement in the county.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From him, I learned the class designation documents had been distributed recently and would be collected back within a week at most.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I asked him to keep an eye on your father’s designation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Gu family had five generations of poor peasants—ancestors were dirt-poor, and they still are—no need to worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lin family is different. Lin Heling’s bearing and speech set him apart. More importantly, many people know his background—better to be cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao gripped Gu Chenghuai’s arm: “But I heard class designation isn’t handled by the county government.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yang’s grandfather holds a high position.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She exhaled deeply, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him twice—loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband, you’re so capable, so reliable!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai beamed, delighted by her praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Solving all your worries is what I’m for—otherwise, what good am I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He added, casually yet with quiet seriousness: “If anything happens, tell me—I’m still useful.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still resented her for not writing him letters—his resentment outweighed the entire galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao covered her mouth and laughed: “You’re blaming me, complaining I don’t write often enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're my commanding officer—I wouldn't dare,\" Gu Chenghuai lowered his eyes, a towering man who could knock out an adult with two punches, yet now wore a wounded expression like a lost golden retriever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao took his hand, leaned close, and whispered softly: “I didn’t mean not to write—I...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t understand herself either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before marriage and right after, everything was fine—then after giving birth to the twins, she felt like a different person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even she felt alienated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder Gu Chenghuai felt so hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imagine: your once-intimate new wife suddenly grows cold toward you—who could bear it?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just pretend my brain’s broken—when you return to your unit, I’ll write you every day, okay?” The guilty little wife soothed patiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai frowned, correcting her: “It’s not your fault.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hm?” Lin Zhao frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blame the four brats.” His wife had just cooled down, and Gu Chenghuai didn’t understand—he’d asked many people for the reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He heard a doctor from the military hospital, who had studied abroad, had just returned; he went specifically to ask, and the man knew a little—he said childbirth had a huge impact on women, not just physically, but mentally too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...It’s also my fault.” Gu Chenghuai admitted honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao didn’t follow his train of thought. “Why blame you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai didn’t hide anything—he told his wife everything he’d learned, his dark eyes filled with tenderness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhaozhao gave birth to twins each time—harder than other mothers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He really wasn’t human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao knew her own condition—it was nothing like what the brat’s father said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t explain, smiling: “If you feel guilty, you’d better treat me even better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai squeezed her hand slightly, his expression resolute. “I will. I’ll treat you well for the rest of my life—only you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao pressed her forehead against his shoulder, her eyes smiling deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhaozhao, shall I take you back to your parents’ home tomorrow?” Gu Chenghuai volunteered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure.” Lin Zhao agreed. Speaking of going home, she remembered the class labeling incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lifted her head, looking at Gu Chenghuai seriously. “Gu Chenghuai, what if—just suppose—what if I’d been killed by your sister back then...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Gu Chenghuai’s heart felt like a thousand ants gnawing; a low pressure radiated from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao didn’t give him a chance to speak. “And my father got labeled a rightist—would you still protect my family?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I would.” Gu Chenghuai frowned, answering without hesitation, puzzled why she’d ask such a question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But...” he lowered his eyes, adding, “if you... I’d lose most of my life too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhaozhao, don’t make such assumptions. You must be well—you have to be well.” Gu Chenghuai cupped Lin Zhao’s face, his dark eyes fixed on her, as if holding a delicate flower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who harms Zhaozhao must go to hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anger churned in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine. We’ll all be fine.” Lin Zhao shook his arm, her smile bright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man valued her more than anything—it was her fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bamboo curtain was pushed aside—it was the third brat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Third brat’s here! Come, Mama’s got you.” Lin Zhao waved to her youngest son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third brat’s dark, clear eyes fixed on her, as if sighing, then he toddled toward his mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the same age as his sister. Fourth brat wobbled when she walked, like a cute little penguin—he didn’t. He walked steadily, spoke little, but his words flowed smoother than Fourth’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mama~~” the child cooed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao picked him up, kissing his tiny cheek. “Whose brat is this? So adorable!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third brat’s eyes curled into a smile—quiet, restrained, silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai noticed his feet were wet. He snapped back to himself, fetched a towel, knelt down, and wiped his son’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little dumpling’s feet were tiny—smaller than his palm—pale and soft, making one’s heart melt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third brat buried his face in Lin Zhao’s chest, sneaking glances at his father wiping his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did you come in? Where are your brother and sister?” Lin Zhao stroked his hair—his strands were soft, just like hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take...” Third brat pointed at the towel in Gu Chenghuai’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You came for the towel?” Lin Zhao said gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brats took turns doing chores; it wasn’t strange for Third to come in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.” Third brat nodded, reaching for the towel, adding politely, “Thank you, Father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried the soft, sweet tone of a toddler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai looked at his son, whose features mirrored his own so closely—he loved Third no less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bent down, extending his arms. “Come, Father will carry you out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Third brat opened his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Father and son looked alike; up close, they seemed carved from the same mold—clearly related at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Husband, I just noticed—you look even more handsome holding the children.” Lin Zhao reached up to adjust his collar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai’s eyes softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he pressed his son’s head to his shoulder, leaned down, and kissed his wife—smiling, cocky and handsome—then carried Third out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao blinked, a smile tugging at her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai carried his son into the courtyard. Fourth brat saw her brother being held and stretched out her arms. “Daddy, want hug~~!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daddy, want hug~~!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao laughed. “Fourth brat’s speaking more clearly now—so good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fourth brat sat on a small wooden stool, her feet soaking in a wooden basin. Flattered by her mother’s praise, she grinned, reaching up to pat her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Baby good.” Her tiny voice was sweet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai didn’t put Third down—he let the child cling to him, then wiped the feet of all three brats one by one, finally stretching his arm to lift his daughter at the same time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins were lifted high, slowly grinning, revealing identical smiles, each saying: “Daddy’s so good~~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time ever, First and Second brats had their father wipe their feet—they were dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad wiped my feet?” Second brat’s tone was full of disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their uncles had never wiped their feet—worst case, they’d toss the towel at them impatiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad wiped mine too!” First brat emphasized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think...” Second brat chose his words carefully, grinning, “Dad’s kinda nice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao beamed. “I told you your dad was good—was I wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Dad’s great.” Second brat’s hostility toward his father had lessened greatly—but he still added: “If Dad would stop hovering over Mom, he’d be even better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Who is your mother to me?” Gu Chenghuai asked coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mom? She’s your wife.” Second brat looked at him like he didn’t even know that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You understand then—your mother is my wife first, then your mother. Got it?” Gu Chenghuai’s expression was stern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His demeanor was cold and hard; when his face was serious, the chill felt like icy rain striking the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The twins stayed silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Fourth brat leaned over and pressed a wet, saliva-slick kiss onto Gu Chenghuai’s cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>",2447,"2026-06-20T18:59:15.907Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f77dc43b9e6cd45437b0be901a404f79e6af8f299be3e671bd61407f26fcd733","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-73","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-71",480,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-cover.jpg"]