Category: Transmigration: The Simple Girl Chunfu

Jicheng was not a heartless man. A woman who had longed for a son for twenty years without giving up—he respected his mother’s persistence and hardships, whi

The snow on the mountain hadn’t melted yet, and Jicheng, for once, stayed home to keep Chunfu company. From time to time, he would lean close to her belly an

After that day, Meiniang came to see Jicheng again, tearfully pouring out her grievances, insisting that the incident in the village had nothing to do with h

Zhou Jing lay on the small wooden bed, his anger still simmering. The faint sound of footsteps grew increasingly distant until they faded away completely. On

On the day Jicheng and Zhou Jing set off, everyone was still immersed in the joy of the New Year. The sound of firecrackers continued to rumble even after th

Jicheng felt that naming their child was a joyful and bonding experience between him and his wife, and he didn’t want the child’s name to fall into rigid con

Not long after, people from the capital arrived. At that time, the child was fast asleep, and Chunfu was helping Jicheng pack the salted fish. The restaurant

The biting cold wind was relentless, undeterred by the scorching sunlight, still making people hunch their necks and stomp their feet. Mu Hong watched the ca

Xiuhua’s face was flushed red on the cold, pale mountain, her forehead drenched in sweat. She kept her eyes downcast and refused to budge. Li Xiu’e had no ch

With the New Year just around the corner, a message arrived from the county town: the old madam was gravely ill and wished to see her second son. If Jicheng