[{"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-77":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},2327772,4552,"Chapter 77: Vinegar","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-77",77,"\u003Cp>The young doctor stared at him in astonishment, as if he were some kind of freak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re still so young…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What on earth made you think of this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai cut him off. “I’m already a father of four children.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” That was a stupid question!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young doctor even wanted to slap himself, but he lowered his hand upon noticing the soldier’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cleared his throat and answered Gu Chenghuai’s question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For men, sterilization is a simple procedure—cutting the vas deferens—so that no more sperm can be produced. The surgery is straightforward, recovery is quick, and it doesn’t affect… uh, other functions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our hospital doesn’t have this technology—we can’t perform it. I recommend going to a big city.” The doctor offered his advice sincerely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai listened carefully and thought this method was more reliable than that intrauterine device; his expression remained calm, but a flicker of thought passed through his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thanking him, he left the room and went straight to the pharmacy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At noon, Song Yunjin came to the supply station with lunch again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gait was awkward as he walked, no longer the casual, carefree stride of yesterday—instead, it was stiff and tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got beaten?” Lin Zhao’s eyes swept over her little cousin’s backside, curiosity in her expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yunjin set the lunchbox on the counter, feeling her gaze as if it had physical weight—he almost reached back to shield his buttocks, but he held himself back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy gave a plaintive cry: “Sis!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao turned her gaze away and sat down to eat. “You okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not okay.” Song Yunjin winced, complaining to his sister. “Sis, Dad really hit hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My butt is swollen, ugh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you go and provoke him again?” Lin Zhao’s gaze held the clarity of someone who saw everything. “What did you do to upset Uncle?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yunjin rubbed his nose, his eyes darting. “Nothing much—I just took over the job of bringing you lunch yesterday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? So it was supposed to be Uncle bringing me lunch?! Isn’t he super busy?” If she hadn’t known Uncle was swamped, she’d have shown up at his door after work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He is busy.” Song Yunjin grew even more guilty and didn’t dare lie to his sister. “...Yesterday noon, he finally squeezed out some time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I snatched it away!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao gave him a look that said, “You had it coming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sis, you’re heartless!” Song Yunjin whined in a hushed voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sis, I did all this just to bring you lunch—how can you say that? I’ve got four kids now, am I no longer your favorite little cousin? Don’t you even miss me? Am I still your brother?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was normal for a moody teenager to turn into a chatterbox sometimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao silently turned her back to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who didn’t look clean-cut looked downright painful to stare at in this state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yunjin fell silent, and his sister felt a pang of sympathy. Lin Zhao reached into her shoulder bag, pulled out two candies, and extended her arm backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chocolate?” Song Yunjin’s eyes lit up instantly, like two tiny torches glowing brightly. “Sis, where did you get chocolate? Dad said only the Friendship Store has it, and it’s hard to buy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d only tasted it once, sharing it with his brother—he really liked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too much talk,” Lin Zhao feigned impatience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yunjin wisely shut up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your brother-in-law came back yesterday. I’ll bring him to your house on Sunday—go tell Uncle and Auntie.” Lin Zhao swallowed her bite and turned to urge her little cousin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t visited the Song household much these past few years; Uncle had only met Gu Chenghuai a few times and didn’t have a strong impression of him. On Sunday, she’d better improve his image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?!” Song Yunjin shot to his feet, eyes wide as if he couldn’t believe it. “He’s back?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao narrowed her eyes, her expression threatening. “He?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother-in-law, brother-in-law, is that good enough?” Song Yunjin instantly became as meek as a quail, muttering plaintively: “Sis, you’re favoring your husband over your brother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao shrugged, not denying it. “Yeah, I favor my husband. Gu Chenghuai gives me money to spend, buys me dresses, hats, little leather shoes—why wouldn’t I favor him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood up, opened her arms slightly, and spun once in place, showing off. “Look at this dress—your brother-in-law brought it all the way from Haicheng for me. Isn’t it pretty?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yunjin couldn’t say it wasn’t pretty—his sister looked stunning in it, flawless, even more beautiful than movie actresses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Pretty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still felt a bit resentful. “Sis, you’re beautiful anyway—you’d look good in a sack.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little Song Jin, the sister’s devotee, couldn’t stand Gu Chenghuai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When his sister married, he was only ten—he cried for two days, his eyes swollen like lightbulbs, hating the man who stole his sister to death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, thinking about it made him furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the boy’s mind, his sister’s growing distance from his family over the years was because of marriage—he was deeply resentful toward the Gu family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not wearing a sack—I’ve got a brand-new dress, why would I wear a sack? I’m not stupid.” Lin Zhao sat back down and ate slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She refused to suffer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life is too short—she wanted to live brilliantly, like a flower in full bloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yunjin slumped his shoulders. “I didn’t mean you had to wear a sack—I meant…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, he didn’t even know what he meant—he just had a habit of opposing his brother-in-law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ke , of course, only behind his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A teenage boy still in school, before a real man, felt like a single star trying to rival an entire galaxy—too timid to dare challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know what you mean—you just miss me. But I’m a girl; I’ll marry out eventually. Marrying into the Gu family is better than most—I’m not mistreated, I’m the eldest in the household, and I’m comfortable.” Lin Zhao comforted her brother, telling him to stop dwelling on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yunjin’s face turned serious, speaking with righteous conviction: “Sis, you’re the eldest in our family, and you must remain the eldest even after marriage—you must never be mistreated. Otherwise, why marry at all? To have a husband who’s away all year? To marry someone who looks scary?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fully recognized his sister’s supreme status in both the Lin and Song families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Marriage couldn’t make her worse off than before—otherwise, why marry at all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were they crazy?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your brother-in-law is great! You’ve barely met him and you’re talking about him—especially a serving soldier—is that polite?” Lin Zhao shook her head and flicked his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand slipped—failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She calmly withdrew her hand and concluded: “That’s just too forward!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yunjin hissed dramatically, neck stiff, still defiant, muttering: “Do you think I don’t want to see him more? I just don’t get the chance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” You’re picking bones out of an egg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Lin Zhao finished eating, Song Yunjin swiftly packed up the lunchbox, wrapped it around his wrist, and prepared to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Song Xiao Jin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Lin Zhao could speak, Song Yunjin waved his hand. “Got it, got it—I’ll tell Dad when I get home. I’ll make sure everything’s ready so your brother-in-law won’t feel uncomfortable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He emphasized the words “brother-in-law.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks so much, Song Xiao Jin—you’re the most reliable!” Lin Zhao praised him offhandedly and handed him a can of meat. “For a little treat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clever boy instantly turned into a dazed roe deer, grinning widely as he hugged the can and headed home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Fen sighed. “You and your cousin have such a close relationship.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d never seen an niece so close to her uncle’s family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My uncle only has two sons—he treated me like his own daughter, always been extra kind to me since I was little. I used to come to the city and stay every ten days or so.” Lin Zhao’s expression softened, her voice calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Such an uncle is rare,” Li Fen said, her expression complex.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life was hard—everyone was short on food and clothes; which uncle didn’t guard against his nieces and nephews? Some went even further, practically wanting to peel off a layer of skin—like your uncle’s family…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, I’ve never seen one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does your uncle have any other nieces?” Li Fen, with nothing better to do, started chatting with Lin Zhao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ju also shifted her stool closer, ears perked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, several.” Lin Zhao said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother had sisters—she had aunts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Fen asked curiously: “How does your uncle treat them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also well.” He didn’t invite them to stay in the city, but when they met, he’d give them food… the usual kind of kindness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among all his nieces, he liked her best.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d once asked why—he said, “I just like her. There’s no reason.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Favoritism—no reason needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lin Zhao thought it was probably because she’d been a sweet, adorable little girl, universally loved, and since Uncle only had two rowdy boys, he’d taken her as his own daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao didn’t say much more—she didn’t want others, unaware of the full picture, to start speculating wildly about her uncle’s character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhao Zhao, I’ve never met a girl luckier than you!” Li Fen bluntly expressed her envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had no hidden agenda—she said exactly what she thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao smiled brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt she had good fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fen Jie isn’t doing badly either—your kids are healthy, your husband’s capable, you earn your own money, and you hold your head high. And Wang Ju too—such a good family background, a vocational school graduate, and a solid job…” Lin Zhao thought no one needed to undervalue themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded casual, yet carried sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few words left both women beaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, none of us are lacking.” Li Fen laughed, leaning sideways and lightly bumping Lin Zhao’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The supply and marketing cooperative was only busy in the morning; after lunch, things slowed down drastically, and they just waited for quitting time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten minutes before quitting, Lin Zhao slipped quietly to the restroom, as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Squatting on the toilet, she stirred her thoughts and summoned the lottery wheel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at her points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, a 10-point draw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wheel slowed to a stop, revealing a few characters—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entertainment Gift Pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Two Tin Frogs】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【One Tin Car】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【One Set of Chinese Chess】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【One Black Jump Rope】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Ten Marbles】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Two Chicken Feather Shuttlecocks】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Two Wooden Spinning Tops】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Ten Bamboo Dragonflies】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao was very satisfied with today’s draw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai had been neglecting San Zai when it came to giving gifts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to make up for her youngest son; originally planning to buy something, but seeing the limited choices at the cooperative, she decided to try the lottery instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turns out her luck was good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao washed her hands and returned to the counter; the pleasant quitting bell rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fen Jie, Aju, see you tomorrow.” She greeted Li Fen and Wang Ju, then walked off with light steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Chunhong nearly tore her rag into strips, her brow furrowing, lips downturned, her face brimming with displeasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Been working for nearly half a month and still doesn’t know how to greet senior staff—no manners at all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Fen heard this and laughed. “Dead funny. If you’ve got complaints, say it to her face—why whisper behind her back? Besides, your nostrils are practically pointing at the sky—do you even have manners?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lin Zhiyi earns a state salary; she doesn’t eat your food or drink your water. What’s your attitude? What’s hers? No problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After firing off these sharp words, she locked the counter, grabbed Wang Ju’s hand, and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Chunhong’s chest heaved with rage, her head buzzing, her face dark with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m furious! What did I even say?! I’m a senior staff member! Just speaking up gets me shut down—who brought this toxic culture? I told you not to hire randomly, look how chaotic the cooperative has become…” She kept venting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman who’d been friendly with her spoke up: “Lin Zhiyi is quite capable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that, Liu Chunhong shot her a glare—like she was a traitor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m saying it even if you glare at me—she’s good, and Wang Zhiyi is decent too. Shy, but she listens and keeps improving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’ve both adapted well, do their jobs fine. Lighten up. If you keep obsessing like this, you’re the one who’ll suffer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, she left without waiting for Liu Chunhong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Chunhong’s lips curled into a cold sneer, fire burning in her eyes, her face etched with resentment—as if she might explode at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mama, I don’t want to go to the countryside. It’s filthy and stinks, nothing’s there, and I heard there are perverted men—I don’t want to go, help me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve never tilled soil—I’ll die if you make me farm!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mama, if I go to the countryside, we’ll never see each other again—can you bear it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her daughter’s desperate, sobbing voice echoed in her ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Chunhong’s expression hardened. She pulled from her bag the letter she’d written last night with her left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t want to do it—but Lin Zhao stood in her daughter’s way. It wasn’t her fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mountain chicken belongs in the mountains forever!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Lin Zhao stepped out of the cooperative, she suddenly sneezed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you sneezing again? Are you feeling unwell?” Gu Chenghuai pressed the back of his hand to his wife’s forehead; finding her temperature normal, his expression softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine. Someone’s definitely talking behind my back.” Lin Zhao said carelessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s sharp, dark eyes swept toward the cooperative, a glint of menace flashing beneath his calm tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone giving you trouble?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem. I can handle it.” Lin Zhao’s gaze was as calm as still water, a faint smile on her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Chunhong thought she was clever—but those shadowy little tricks couldn’t escape Lin Zhao’s notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she didn’t provoke her, fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if she dared come to her face, it would be Liu Chunhong who ended up crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai reached up, smoothing down a few rebellious strands of hair on his wife’s head, his gaze tender and fixed on her, his voice firm and unwavering: “I’ve never let you suffer injustice. No one else has the right to either. If you ever face something you can’t solve, tell me—I’ll handle it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words were fiercely protective. Lin Zhao blinked, hesitated two seconds, then muttered softly: “You’re a soldier—you walk in ‘one-two-one’ rhythm, you have to follow rules!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she spoke—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai’s expression turned peculiar, his lips twitching slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So… what did Zhaozhao think he’d do?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed helplessly, a tolerant smile tugging at his lips. “I know the rules. But protecting you? That’s my rule too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao’s heart felt soaked in honey—sweet, thick, impossible to dissolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as she was about to hop onto the bike, she noticed the straw mat on the backseat had been replaced with a cotton pad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This pad is…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I asked Ma to make it.” Gu Chenghuai’s tone was indifferent, as if this were no act worth claiming credit for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That morning, when Lin Zhao jumped off the bike, she’d seemed uncomfortable. He’d seen it—he couldn’t pretend not to notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get on. See if it’s better than the straw.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao gripped the man’s waist and climbed on; beneath her, the seat was noticeably softer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Softer than the straw.” She said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.” Gu Chenghuai stretched his long legs and pedaled forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao realized this wasn’t the way home. She poked his lower back. “Aren’t we going home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re dressed so nicely today. Not taking a photo to remember it? What a waste.” Gu Chenghuai smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His striking features caught the bright sunlight, his bearing noble and commanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Zhao paused, then smiled brightly, lips curving. “We have a camera at home. I bought it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Chenghuai’s motion stilled for a moment, then resumed normally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t think buying a camera was a big deal—but…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who did you buy it from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cameras were only sold in a few major cities—he was certain none were available here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So where did it come from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who helped you buy it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name of a male sent-down youth from the commune flashed in his mind. Gu Chenghuai’s eyes darkened with unreadable emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip on the handlebars tightened, forcing down the rising tide of bitter sourness, grinding his teeth slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are you dead, huh!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two seconds of calm, he spoke again, his voice steady, betraying no anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why didn’t you ask me?”\u003C\u002Fp>",2779,"2026-06-20T18:59:15.907Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","510be9c7de7122b24b3a8cee54b90b4c1d28f39cf0740e01097bb307b1ff7ad9","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-78","reborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-chapter-76",480,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Freborn-as-a-1960s-mother-i-ll-shield-my-forgotte-cover.jpg"]