Bathroom, steamy and humid.

A slender hand glided across the mirror surface, and a face haggard from sleepless nights appeared: dark circles beneath the eyes, a pale complexion, and hair askew. Song Yiyng had once again spent the night awake.

Staring at myself in the mirror, biting my toothbrush, I really want to slap myself.

Anyone who sees this now will surely be scared.

That prodigious son of commerce, Song Yiyng, was renowned for his ruthless nature. Having just completed a 3 billion merger that left his competitors with nothing but bones, he was driven sleepless by a novel.

Spending money to find someone is a sickness, it needs to be cured!

Hate the author of midnight updates, every day I have to hold my phone and wait, every second is agony.

Now it's done, no need to wait any longer, the main character is dead.

As soon as Song Yinger thought of this titular master, a surge of hatred washed over him again.

Today, I'm going to send the author blades and buy the most expensive and sharpest ones. I'm not even his/her mother!

Originally, this master was still fortunate. He was born as the darling of his family. His grandparents all doted on him, and his parents held him in the palm of their hands. He also had five older brothers who were fiercely protective of their younger sister.

Song Yinger probably chased this book because the love in it is too sweet and cloying. As an orphan who grew up in an orphanage, she never experienced the warmth of a family, so she couldn't refuse it.

Like a child who has received the most prized candy, taking only tiny bites for fear of finishing it all at once.

Ke Bian just ran into that damn Yan family, the father and son with the mother weren't a good thing. They ruined the Song family over and over again, ultimately ending up with the main one dying tragically...

Song Yuying used force to brush her teeth, exerting the same strength as when she flushed a toilet, with air trapped inside.

I don't want to anymore, I must go to sleep soon.

One merger kept me so busy that my axle turned for seven days, barely closing my eyes. This was another all-nighter, even iron men couldn't hold out.

But, what's going on?

Dizziness, nausea...

Bang!

fell to the ground.

When Song Yuying opened her eyes, she found herself standing.

It was just a hallucination, everything before me was strange and tall. Could there be mirages even in the bathroom?

The sky was a bit overcast, and there was a cool breeze. This was an alleyway, with neat rows of identical flat-roofed houses on either side. The earth road surface had been washed by the rain and repeatedly run over by bicycles, forming several ditches. A few lonely yellow leaves fluttered in the air.

A person carrying a net hurried past. His ragged, sky-blue shirt barely reached his waist, and the wide sleeves whipped up dust as he went. His cloth shoes were covered in dirt—an outfit you'd only see in movies.

Song Yuying felt that she had become very short. She looked down, wondering what was going on with her clothes.

Crouching before the largest puddle, Zhang looked into it.

The sky in the water is gray, but that touch of red is very bright. It's on Song Yinger's.

She was wearing a scarlet velvet babydoll shirt and had a perfectly round babydoll hairstyle. Her big eyes sparkled, and when she smiled, two deep dimples appeared on her cheeks.

Whose kid is this? So cute! They'll probably grow up to be something great.

I still don't understand. One second I was brushing my teeth in the bathroom, and the next I'm in a different era, five years old, in the 1980s.

It must be a dream.

Song Yuying raised her hand just about to pinch her own cheek when suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her butt, her whole body flipped up, and she plunged into the puddle, taking a faceful of mud.

"Hahaha!" came a burst of unrestrained laughter, once again from Yan Lirui.

"Jade Infant! Jade Infant ah! Oh, my precious one!" Meng Qiao Lian shook her two plump legs as she ran over and pulled Jade Infant out of the puddle.

Song Yuying was startled and stunned.

In Song Yiting's memory, other people's names all carried a sense of being connected to the world. Even pity or hatred held threads that linked them to everything around them.

And the name, it's always just a product name, a code, just to prove that they are still alive.

Before I turned thirty, no one had ever treated me like this.

Jade Baby, Jade Baby, ah, my heart aches to hear it.

"Mama," he opened his arms and hugged Meng Qiao Lian's neck, his voice sounding both unfamiliar and childish.

I don't know how the tears just started flowing.

To dream of having someone hold me in their arms and say, "My baby."

The gate to memory opened at this moment. This is Master Song Yinyin's mother.

Isn't this the dormitory for the machine tool factory?

There are also people who recommend that she be paired with Yan LILI, a vicious woman.

How did I get into the book?

Meng Qiaolian saw that she wasn't hurt, just dazed. She hurriedly took out her handkerchief to wipe the mud off her face and wanted to take her home.

"Short-legged lily, step over the threshold, one big sprawl! The jade baby fell and lost its teeth!" Yan Lili clapped her hands singing a modified nursery rhyme.

Song Yuying hadn't even entered the room yet, and she was already impressed by the wisdom of the crowd. The song they had compiled was both timely and logically sound.

Meng Qiaolian wasn't calm at all. When she heard Yu Ying looking for Ya Ya, she immediately blew up.

This little one in my arms is my darling treasure, who dares to curse them?

Meng Qiao Lian, short and stout like a rolling pin, was surprisingly nimble. She charged towards Yan Li Li with the grace of a jade infant in the wind.

Yan LILI wouldn't suffer losses in front of others, and she slipped into her own yard.

A wall appeared at Yan's doorstep, it was the tall and burly Lu Wuxiang, still carrying a dark iron shovel in his hand.

"Lily bullied Yuying again, can you do something about it?" Meng Qiaolian's voice softened, her courage had been used up.

"In a dorm, kids playing together inevitably bump into each other. As an adult, you shouldn't interfere!" Lu Wangxiang rolled her eyes.

Although Meng Qiaolian didn't care about the child Yan Lili, dogs also look to their masters when they fight. Now that this incident involved trespassing on Yan family territory.

"What are you talking about! It's your Lily who bullies people, always picking on our Yuying, isn't she?" Meng Qiaolian was aggrieved, her eloquence wasn't good, and she lost a point directly.

"Just do it! What about it? You're bored, aren't you? Who untied your shoelaces and let you out here? Get lost!" Lu Wangxiang was preoccupied with the braised string beans in the pot, wanting to end the fight.

Lift the wok spatula high and bring it down hard.

Meng Qiao Lian suffered from being short. She was also holding a jade baby in her arms. Afraid of hurting the jade baby, she gritted her teeth and twisted her body sideways, using her left side to block the rice shovel.

Lu Wanxiang's strength was great, Meng Qiaolian staggered back two steps and fell backward. She put all her mind on protecting Yu Ying and refused to let go even if she died, so she fell with a thud and cried out in pain.

"Jade Infant, be good! It's alright, don't be afraid!" He didn't rush to get up, but first coaxed the little darling.

Jadeying stood up from the soft cushion and discovered she was unharmed.

I'm just so overwhelmed, I could explode.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in her ear, "Why do you fight so hard in this life?"

In my previous life, I dedicated everything to money. People are worthless, no one would give their all for another person, so why should I protect them?

From now on, everything will be different. Since I'm using the favor of Jade Infant, I have to repay it tenfold.

Make a fist and squint your eyes.

At only five years old, his hands lack any real killing power. He can only rely on technique.

Fortunately, the orphanage life gave him the harshest lessons in reality. Although he only lived for thirty years, he had a heart of steel.

Lu Wangxiang pressed his advantage, reaching out with his hand, when suddenly he was hit hard. Then a sharp pain shot through his stomach.

Lowering his head, he saw the jade infant like a tiny leech clinging to him, biting and refusing to let go.

(Editor in charge:half his age: a novel jennette mccurdy)