Chapter 96: and translation of title, then ===GLOSSARY=== with list of named entities appearing in these lines

Transmigrated into a cat 18 (birth mother is the female lead of a mama's way novel)

Luo Lao Tai Tai felt that the child in her belly had come to repay kindness; from labor to delivery, she didn't even hurt for long before the child was born.

After the child was born, her body was healthier than before she was pregnant, and even the doctor clicked his tongue in amazement.

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It's a son! A healthy, big fat son! Heaven truly favors the Luo family, not letting the Luo line die out.

Xu Shi was also very happy for her parents; regarding this little uncle who is about thirty years younger than her husband, as a saintly mother, she welcomes any form of life arriving, of course it's impossible for her to feel the same wholehearted love for this child as she did in her previous life.

The premise of being a saintly mother is being a love-brain, not the husband's bloodline; she doesn't have that much maternal love.

The two older daughters didn't have much thought; they were happy for the grandparents, yet they felt a subtle pity for their own father.

For someone who once had but lost, this is as painful as it gets.

San Ya buried her face in the Three-Colored Cat's belly, blocking the smile on her face.

How great it is; in the previous life, Luo Tianci was born, the scoundrel father rejoiced wildly, Concubine Mu Dan raised her eyebrows proudly, Xu Shi was overjoyed as if it were her own child, repeatedly telling her sisters to yield to the younger brother, the younger brother is everything to the Luo family, even if they sacrificed it would be deserved.

The scoundrel father kept nodding, saying Xu Shi like this is the model of a woman, the bearing of a great wife.

San Ya snorted, now the sacrifice is the scoundrel father's; I don't know if he still thinks that for the Luo family's incense to continue forever, everything should be, and sacrifice is also a glory.

She really wants to go see his complexion, to see if he is now honored or not.

Luo Jia Ming inside the house listened to the firecrackers outside; without thinking, he knew how happy his parents were.

Now everyone in the Luo Family residence has run to the main courtyard; no one remembers him lying lonely on the bed.

Before, this never happened; whenever he returned, he was the focus of the Luo Family; as soon as he appeared, even if he came back in the middle of the night, everyone in the manor would get out of bed and gather around him.

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Luo Jia Ming touched his legs that still couldn't walk on the ground, his expression dim.

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The heavy air inside the room was broken; Luo Jia Ming woke from self-pity, recognizing it as his second daughter's voice.

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Luo Jia Ming felt a surge of emotion; it turned out not everyone had forgotten him, his daughter still remembered him.

San Ya walked ahead carrying food, Er Ya carried warm water in the middle, and at the back was Si Ya holding the cat and rubbing it into a cat pancake.

Er Ya attended to Luo Jia Ming after he woke up without washing up.

Today their grandmother gave birth to the little uncle; everyone in the Luo Family was busy running around, mother and eldest sister were called over to help, fearing there would be no one to attend to their father here, mother had them come over.

Er Ya is gentle and meticulous, and so is her care for people.

When the warm towel was placed on his face, his skin felt so comfortable as if being massaged by a pair of soft hands; Luo Jia Ming dazedly thought, if he had a son, would his son attend to him like this?

He himself had never attended to his parents like that; he feared that even if he had a son, he would certainly not attend to him that way.

"Dad, eat rice, there's tasty meat." Si Ya slurped.

She is still young, can't remember things, completely forgot that her father kicked her when he was drunk earlier; plus afterwards there wasn't much pain, so after a while she forgot.

Similarly, the grudge-free Er Ya thoughtfully placed a pillow behind her father's back, letting him sit comfortably.

To her, her father hitting people is all in the past; now not hitting makes him a good father.

Only the deeply grudge-bearing San Ya silently opened Si Ya's little hand that was tugging at the cat's fur; seeing the Three-Colored Cat's relieved expression, she gave a faint smile and seemingly offhandedly said: "Grandparents decided to hold a full-month feast for the little uncle; I heard they want to do a flowing banquet, inviting everyone in town to come eat; there will surely be lots of delicious food."

Luo Jia Ming successfully lost his appetite from those words.

Of course, after experiencing being tied to the bed to quit drinking, he now dares not strike his daughters to vent; his parents are estranged from him, the servants listen to his parents, and now only his wife and daughters stand by his side.

Although he is self-interested, he is not stupid; he fully understands his situation.

Si Ya foolishly counted on her fingers: "I want to eat roast duck, oily roast duck, and also roasted chicken legs..."

Luo Jia Ming's gaze instantly became ferocious, his fingers gripping the chopsticks tightly, almost breaking them.

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A flowing banquet?! A newborn little brat, so ostentatious, not afraid of shortening his lifespan!

His complexion was too frightening; Er Ya and Si Ya instantly scared into silence, only San Ya's expression unchanged, continuing to jab a knife into her father's heart.

"Dad, we don't want to go to the little uncle's flowing banquet either, but if we don't show up, grandparents will think we have objections to the little uncle…… The townspeople treat our family's affairs as gossip; if we don't appear, they'll definitely say we're not united and want to split the household."

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Split the household? He would never agree even in death; parents want to leave all property to the newborn brat, what a beautiful thought!

Luo Jia Ming forced out a smile to avoid frightening his daughters; he clearly knows that in this family he has nothing left; if his wife and daughters also turn away, he will truly be a lone solitary person.

This is what he realized after being tied to the bed and forced to quit drinking.

No, perhaps he understood before, but thought that no matter how he hurt them, they would never leave, indulging his malice without restraint.

But how could a person continuously forgive the harms inflicted upon himself?

Perhaps Xu Shi can, because she loves him to the point of being unable to live without him, but the four daughters will not.

Er Ya and Si Ya both showed smiles; great, Dad is back to normal.

San Ya snorted in her heart; where has this gotten to? In the future, when there is retribution for him, don't think that after he reforms he won't be retaliated against; the harm has been done, forever impossible to be forgiven.

Although Luo Jia Ming feels he has no status in the Luo Family, he actually still has servants whose hearts are toward him.

Soon, a servant came over furtively holding a letter.

"Young master, A Ming sent news from Pingjin City, saying he has found Mu Dan's whereabouts."

Luo Jia Ming's hard‑recovered expression turned ferocious again, his eyes shooting out a distorted light.

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It seemed he had found some life goal; the perpetually decadent Luo Jia Ming, sprawled on the bed, finally rallied, leaning on a cane, he trudged to learn walking inside the room.

The doctor said he could recover, needing to persist in walking every day; previously when he walked, because of faint pain, he found it unbearable to keep going.

Now he decides that no matter how painful, he will restore his health.

Mu Dan that bitch, really thought escaping to Pingjin City would be fine? If it weren't for her, he wouldn't have become a eunuch.

He won't have it easy, and Mu Dan won't either—nobody will have it easy!

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Luo Lao Tai Tai smiled as she looked at the chubby boy beside her; even now she couldn't believe that, at fifty-something, she could safely give birth to a big, fat son—the town's old doctor looked at her as if seeing a miracle.

"The old lady had a smooth delivery with no aftereffects, and her recovery is excellent," the doctor clucked in amazement.

Logically, giving birth at that age would likely be difficult, but not only was the delivery smooth and fast, she also had no aftereffects—even young women don't have such easy births; a fifty-something-year-old lady having such an easy time is practically the Luo Family's ancestors secretly protecting them, fearing the family line would die out.

Luo Lao Tai Tai proudly lifted the chubby boy: "This child came to repay kindness; I feel my body is even better now than before I gave birth to him."

Hearing this, the system muttered to itself: Exactly! The host deliberately bought the all-in-one pregnancy and delivery package—whether you're over fifty or even a hundred years old giving birth, it'll go smoothly!

Jiang He felt a pang of regret over his points, but there was nothing he could do.

The system store has a new rule: under the butterfly effect, even sinners can turn out good—judge by deeds, not intentions. He can't butterfly Luo Tianci's birth, give him new parents, and then ensure his growth; if he wants to guarantee that, the Luo Family elders can't die early—he really lost out big.

The system gloated over his misfortune—after all these worlds, the host is still stingy to death, never spending a single point; sometimes it really wonders if the host is born under the sign of the Pixiu, and it's rare that in this world his expenses exceed his income, the system is almost dying of joy. Sniffle, sniffle, sniffle—how hard it is to try to deduct a kickback from the host's hands!

Even as a system, it has to personally do tasks to earn points and virtue; the other systems on the forum pity it endlessly.

Luo Lao Ye held the little son, beaming: "This child is a gift from Heaven to us old folks; let's call him Tianci."

"What a great name." Luo Lao Tai Tai agreed.

The surrounding maids and old women also chimed in, and the main courtyard was filled with celebration.

Only Luo Jia Ming sneered, thinking the name was no good at all—Tianci? He doesn't even look at whether he can suppress it!

Seeing her eldest son's expression, Luo Lao Tai Tai instinctively turned away, holding the little son.

Luo Jia Ming couldn't help but snort, turned and left.

He hadn't even thought about what to do with that little thing, yet his mother was already guarding against him like that.

A destructive surge boiled in his chest; Luo Jia Ming's eyes turned scarlet, barely able to control himself, wanting to destroy everything before him, to make all that offended his eyes vanish.

He won't have it easy, and others had better not even think about having it easy!

San Ya turned her head, secretly gleeful.

Mu Dan now just wants to keep her money; most importantly, she wants to preserve her own life.

Mu Dan convinced herself that in the countryside, such places have few people, everyone knows each other, and if a bunch of people go out, they can gossip back to the eighteenth generation of ancestors; idle chatter can annoy people to death.

After another big argument with Fang Dequan, Mu Dan finally decided to leave him.

Among the fear of officials and nobles, Fang Dequan began to swell with pride, thinking he too was a big shot, that everyone must make way for him and flatter him.

Walk enough night roads and you'll inevitably run into ghosts—let alone the things Fang Dequan does, which aren't even human.

She was overjoyed, deciding this time she couldn't act coy as before; no matter what, she'd just go in first and talk later.

"Second Master…"

In your previous life, you doted on your only son to death, practically wishing to grind up several daughters' flesh and blood into paste to feed Luo Tianci.

"Oh, this coffee works great—I'm totally energized now." Wang Er Ye stroked his newly acquired little sweetheart's hand, "I've also bought a coffee grinder at home; from now on you'll be in charge of grinding coffee for me, old man…"

Fang Dequan began going on blind dates; he didn't dare dream of the daughters of noble families, but an upstanding merchant's daughter or a female college graduate—he was still a match.

Mu Dan cooed, inappropriately thinking of Luo Jia Ming—he's also a second master; does that mean she's destined to be tied to anyone called second master for life?

Even a formidable matriarch is no good—she wouldn't dare enter a household that treats concubines as disposable goods; the emperor may have been deposed, and surface rhetoric preaches equality, but in the inner chambers, a death can be bought off with a bribe to the powerful, and nothing will come of it.

He's a big shot now; of course the primary wife must be refined, but as for concubines, no one cares if they come from brothels—they're just playthings.

Mu Dan steeled herself, resolved to find a good patron; of course, if she could bear a son or daughter, that would be even better. This time she must open her eyes wide—she can be indifferent to looks, but she must find a man with power and influence who can protect her life and property.

She certainly doesn't want to end up like Fang Dequan, getting shot in the head one day, her skull feeling like a watermelon with a nail stuck in it, blood flooding her whole head.

The more Mu Dan thought about it, the less resigned she felt; Fang Dequan is doing so well now, and her contribution is the greatest—if she hadn't urged him to leave Pomegranate Flower Town, how could he have risen to his current position?

After several months, Mu Dan listed many candidates, but sadly none satisfied her in the end.

The Luo Family were the richest in Pomegranate Flower Town; Luo Jia Ming was soft-eared and shallow-minded, easy to control, plus he was young and handsome……

For Mu Dan, the biggest benefit of Fang Dequan's death was that she inherited a large sum of his secretly embezzled and bribe money—even his sister Fang DeLi didn't know about it.

After all, the department Fang Dequan is in now is like the ancient Eastern Depot—no one looks up to it, but no one dares to offend it; anyone who does will find a charge laid on them that they can't bear.

Sometimes she even suspected that, if it weren't for preserving her and her sisters' reputations, San Ya might have bitten chunks of flesh from their father's body to vent her anger.

In this world, only filial piety of children toward parents matters; parents' competence is never considered, so children cannot hate their parents.

But she can't endure hardship.

Mu Dan saw the grim, ruthless man appear at the door, her face drained of color as she cried out: "Jia… Jia Ming!"

Just then, the gate was smashed open with a bang.

Furthermore, if his coworkers knew his wife had once consorted with the dusty world, both his reputation and dignity would be ruined; Mu Dan now has no choice but to rely on him for her livelihood—giving her the status of a concubine is enough.

While Fang Dequan was unaware, Mu Dan began calculating to find a new patron.

Although Mu Dan had luckily escaped death, she started having nightmares nonstop, dreaming she was killed; she didn't dare step outside, trembling in her rented house for half a month before finally pulling herself together.

Da Ya isn't unaware that their father is unqualified, nor that their mother isn't either—but having been dealt such parents, what can they do?

In a big city, with crowds coming and going, nobody likes to interact—let alone many people, it's no surprise to see ten or eight corpses floating in the great river.

Vigorous exercise made Wang Er Ye sweat profusely; Wang Er Ye gleefully thought, all that sweat must mean he'll lose weight.

Wang Er Ye may be ugly and look old, but he's actually not that old—just in his early thirties; what matters most is that his brothers are capable: the elder brother in the Ministry of Finance, the younger in the army, with troops at his disposal, giving him a rock-solid sense of security.

These days of war and chaos, with lax household registration, she could easily flee across provinces to hide in a mountain valley corner.

She knows these times are chaotic, people dying everywhere, but she's never actually witnessed it; Pomegranate Flower Town is still relatively peaceful, yet Fang Dequan's death made her realize that even holding office isn't safe.

Da Ya felt her head swelling, she quietly moved over and shielded San Ya behind her.

Fang Dequan now has power and influence; his visitors are no shortage of officials and nobles.

She always feared that San Ya's resentment toward her parents would be discovered; once word got out of her unfilial conduct, San Ya would find it impossible to get anywhere.

Formerly, Mu Dan looked down on Fang Dequan for his ugliness, but even the ugly Fang Dequan didn't want to take her as his principal wife; she finally gave up on men and love altogether.

Actually she wanted to run farther, but Pingjin City is still too close to Pomegranate Flower Town; however, Fang Dequan's brother-in-law, Director Song, has connections in Pingjin City and can get him into the military department.

Mu Dan sighed deeply, weighing her options, and found that Luo Jia Ming was still the best.

Fang Dequan's achievement in capturing revolutionary party members in Pomegranate Flower Town got him into the relevant department; though his position wasn't high, capturing a revolutionary party member earned him a large bounty.

After finishing the coffee, the caffeine's stimulation kept Wang Er Ye staying to spend the spring night with the beauty.

Just like many fat people, Wang Er Ye had no resistance to weight‑loss products, and immediately said, "Let's go, let's go, let's go get coffee."

Wang Er Ye, whose beer belly was as big as an eight‑month pregnant woman's, rubbed his half‑bald head and said, "This… isn't good, is it? Coffee isn't loaded with sugar? The doctor said eating too many sweet things makes me gain weight."

Mu Dan, upon learning this, was heartbroken for several days.

What? In this lifetime, Luo Tianci becoming your brother makes you hate him to the core?

"Wang Er Ye." Mu Dan's voice was seductive to the bone, she said to the man who saw her home, "Won't you come in and sit? I have beautifully imported coffee here—why not give it a try?"

After arriving in Pingjin City, they quickly settled down here. Mu Dan then developed a new expectation: she wanted to be the principal wife, but Fang Dequan only wanted to take her as a concubine.

In a few more years she'll be thirty; if she doesn't marry then, she'll never marry.

The Luo Family had plenty of money; Luo Jia Ming was generous in his spending, and he himself was handsome and suave. She was just over twenty, in the prime of youth, so she naturally fell for him without being able to help it.

When Fang Dequan first hooked up with her, he never despised her background; sure enough, once a man makes it big, they're all the same.

The loud noise not only drew the neighbours on either side to peek, it also frightened the man and woman entwined inside the house into jumping up.

Although Wang Er Ye's household already had five concubines, she was confident she could still secure a place for herself in the inner court.

If she really wanted a man, she could easily keep a pretty boy.

Perhaps it was more for the Luo Family's wealth, or perhaps for Luo Jia Ming himself—she couldn't tell the difference.

At the time Fang Dequan comforted her: "Once I get promoted to a higher post, I won't fear the Luo Family."

Just like when he wears a suit, even with a belly as big as a basket, he's still fashionable.

Although Fang Dequan's department had a special status, his official rank wasn't high—in fact, he had little money and no prestige, so why would she subject herself to humiliation?

So she cleverly rolled up the money she'd earned over the years from her flesh‑and‑blood labor and ran off with Fang Dequan.

The sugar daddy was too old to father children; she feared that if she married him, he'd die within a few years and she'd have to find another.

Thus she persuaded Fang Dequan to join the army, and followed him to Pingjin City.

Big cities are still the best!

Tsk, if blood ties were really that important, you wouldn't even dote on your daughters—if you showed even a little regard, those sisters' lives wouldn't have been so miserable.

Only after she bravely shoved Luo Jia Ming aside at Mrs. San Niang's house did she realize Luo Jia Ming would surely hate her; compared with staying by his side, letting him vent to earn his forgiveness, she of course fled immediately.

She doesn't like steak, nor does she like coffee, but she likes men who can afford steak and coffee.

After experiencing the excitement of the outside world and then gaining supreme power, Fang Dequan began to feel Mu Dan wasn't worthy of him.

She really gathered plenty of gossip at the café and also engineered many chance encounters.

Mu Dan always thought of herself as smart, knowing who to provoke and who to curry favor with; her intuition could tell the difference. Just as when she first met Luo Jia Ming, her intuition told her that clinging to him would surely bring her a good life.

I don't know where San Ya got such hostility; their father no longer beats people, he's obviously changed a lot, yet San Ya still hates him intensely.

Seeing Fang Dequan die before her eyes, Mu Dan was almost frightened to death.

It turned out she truly loved the Luo Family's money more—she was just that shallow, vain, and greedy for wealth.

A windfall finally let Mu Dan cheer up a bit; if it weren't for these turbulent times, when life isn't secure, even more money wouldn't be something she could keep, and she truly wouldn't want to look for another man.

Fang Dequan certainly wouldn't have it; he still had feelings for Mu Dan, and they played out a deep, torturous love affair until he was shot in the head and died on the spot before her eyes.

Mu Dan was overjoyed—did this mean Wang Er Ye agreed to let her move in?

Mu Dan shook off her useless regret, dressed herself up beautifully, and headed out, aiming for the finest café in Pingjin City.

Mu Dan, speaking against her conscience, boasted: "Wang Er Ye is only slightly thin; besides, coffee is bitter, sweet things make you fat, bitter things only make you slim." She deliberately pinched her slender waist and said, "Since I started drinking coffee I've lost ten catties—I daren't drink it anymore, and if Wang Lao Ye won't help me finish it, I'll just have to toss it out."

The coffee Mu Dan deliberately bought had already gone a bit stale, but it didn't matter—whether it was trendy or not, Wang Er Ye couldn't tell the difference; he was just a country bumpkin, drinking coffee only to follow fashion.

Even those with special fetishes won't do; she only wants to enjoy the good life, without seeking out painful kinks…

Not only toward her father, but even toward her mother, San Ya was cold as well.

Moreover, Fang Dequan is so ugly that being his principal wife is bad enough; if she were to be his concubine, she might as well look for someone with higher status and better looks—why would she hang herself on his crooked tree? Does he think he's Luo Jia Ming? At least Luo Jia Ming has face and money.

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