Pregnant

"Zhao Di, Lu Chen is dirt poor, doesn't even have a proper job, and has been in and out of prison twice. Do you really want to spend your whole life with a thug like that?"

"I'm telling you the truth, Diao Dekai is much better. His family owns a coal mine, and he's an only child; all that wealth will be his. Aside from having a slightly better face, what does Lu Chen have that can compare to Diao Dekai? Zhao Di, if you had agreed to marry Diao Dekai, you'd be living in luxury by now, with gold rings on every finger. How wonderful that would be!"

"Diao Dekai still has feelings for you. I saw him last time, and he said as long as you change your mind, he'll still marry you with a grand ceremony!"

Several aunts and neighbors were gossiping loudly while cracking melon seeds, their saliva flying everywhere. The woman they surrounded, who had an oval face and willow-leaf eyebrows, looked frail and beautiful. She frowned slightly, appearing somewhat annoyed but remaining silent.

"Zhao Di is called Jiang Hanyan now. Stop calling her Zhao Di all the time. Besides, Zhao Di and Lu Chen already have a child. Would Diao Dekai be willing to be a stepfather?" a woman with a shrill, mocking voice said.

"Having a child is fine; it's only been three months. Just go to the hospital and get rid of it. Zhao Di, I'm doing this for your own good. Better a short-term pain than a long-term struggle. Following a thug like Lu Chen, you'll never see a good day. Listen to me, Diao Dekai is still devoted to you. If you marry into his family, you'll become the lady of the house immediately!"

The incessant chattering rang in her ears, so noisy that the dazed Jiang Hanyan finally snapped awake, realizing she had actually transmigrated into a book.

The book was titled "The Wealthy Tycoon's Pampered Wife of the 90s." The female lead, Jiang Siyuan, was a Cinderella who, after obtaining a spiritual space, became increasingly beautiful and turned into a white swan loved by everyone. The male lead, a man from a powerful family, fell for her. After marriage, his career flourished, and they had a perfect family. The male lead became the wealthiest man, and the female lead became his pampered wife.

Sweet, doting, and satisfying—but all of that belonged to the female lead, not Jiang Hanyan.

The Jiang Hanyan in this book was a foolish supporting female character and a "family parasite" who had nothing going for her except her beauty. In the end, she took the fall for her younger brother, who killed someone in a hit-and-run, and died in prison.

What was even more infuriating was that the spiritual space that helped the female lead become a winner in life was actually stolen from this unlucky soul.

Damn it!

Jiang Hanyan was so angry she was completely alert. She really wanted to strangle that foolish original owner, but she couldn't; this fool's body was now hers.

She quickly organized her thoughts and understood her current situation: eighteen years old, three months pregnant. The baby's father was named Lu Chen, a loafer who didn't do honest work. The two married because of the pregnancy, a process that wasn't very honorable—the original owner had used drugs to conceive.

It seemed Lu Chen was quite responsible and hadn't shirked his duty. But this marriage definitely wouldn't last; she would get a divorce later. After all, Lu Chen didn't even like the original owner.

Jiang Hanyan tapped her forehead. Her mind was foggy, and many things were hard to remember. Her soul wasn't perfectly synced with this body yet, leaving her lacking spirit and strength. She was too lazy to listen to the busybodies next to her, so she stood up, preparing to go home and sleep.

"Zhao Di, think it over carefully. When you're done, let me know!" A middle-aged woman with a fleshy face and a short stature pulled Jiang Hanyan back, smiling half-heartedly.

This woman was Xu Donghua, the original owner's biological aunt and Jiang Siyuan's mother, the one who had been praising Diao Dekai earlier. When the original owner died miserably, this woman had played no small part in it.

"Call me Jiang Hanyan. Is your brain so fuzzy you can't remember?"

Jiang Hanyan glanced at her coldly. Her originally frail and pitiful face now looked frigid and heartless. Xu Donghua was startled for a moment, then her face darkened as she shrieked, "Zhao Di, how dare you speak to me like that? I am your elder!"

However, her voice was drowned out by the commotion of children outside.

"Black Tiger, bite him! Bite this little bastard to death!" a cocky, cracking voice shouted.

"Jiang Tianbao, stop causing trouble!"

Someone tried to intervene, but it was useless. The noise grew louder, though no crying could be heard.

"This little bastard doesn't even make a sound when he cries. How boring!" someone said, their tone full of regret.

Jiang Hanyan felt a chill in her heart as she remembered something. This time she had returned to her parents' home for the New Year, she had brought Lu Chen's foster son, Dou Dou. He was a very beautiful six-year-old boy, but he was mute and his intelligence didn't seem very high.

Pushing aside Xu Donghua, who was blocking her way, Jiang Hanyan strode outside, with Xu Donghua's curses trailing behind her.

Outside was even more chaotic. A group of teenagers stood there, laughing callously. A black dog bared its sharp white teeth, fiercely chasing a beautiful little boy.

The boy's face was covered in tears, but his mouth was clamped shut, not making a single sound. He swung his small arms, running non-stop. Several times the fierce dog almost bit him, but the boy miraculously managed to speed up and dodge the attacks.

But Jiang Hanyan could see that the boy was exhausted and about to collapse, while the older kids just stood by watching the fun. Anger instantly flared up. Jiang Hanyan clenched her fists; she hated bullies most of all.

Among these rotten kids, the ringleader was the original owner's younger brother, Jiang Tianbao—the one who would kill someone in a hit-and-run four years later, leading to the original owner's death in prison.

Bastard!

Jiang Hanyan looked around, grabbed a hoe from the corner of the wall, and strode over with a cold face, pulling Dou Dou behind her for protection with one hand. The fierce dog stopped when it saw her, turning its head to look at Jiang Tianbao as if asking its master whether to bite.

"Get lost! Who gave you permission to interfere in my business? If you don't beat it, I'll have Black Tiger bite you to death!" Jiang Tianbao shouted irritably, showing no respect for his sister.

Black Tiger panted, baring its teeth ferociously. As long as Jiang Tianbao gave the order, it would pounce and bite Jiang Hanyan.

Dou Dou hid behind Jiang Hanyan, biting his lip. His large, beautiful eyes were filled with tears, but he gripped a sharp stone tightly in his hand, glaring at the fierce dog.

"Jiang Tianbao, today I'm going to teach you how to be a human being!"

Jiang Hanyan let out a cold laugh. As soon as she finished speaking, she raised the hoe and brought it down on the fierce dog.

A pathetic yelp rang out. The fierce dog that had once terrorized the village collapsed to the ground, its limbs twitching as blood pooled around it. It let out a few faint whimpers.

Everyone was stunned, standing frozen in place.

Jiang Tianbao was the first to react. He rushed forward in a rage, "Jiang Hanyan, I'll kill you!"

Fifteen-year-old Jiang Tianbao was tall and burly. He charged like an iron tower, his face distorted as if he wanted to eat her alive. Jiang Hanyan wasn't in the best condition; having used too much strength just now, she felt a bit dizzy.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Hanyan swung the hoe again, striking the dying dog on the ground. Hot blood splattered onto Jiang Tianbao's face, some even getting into his mouth—it was both fishy and warm.

"Come here if you're not afraid to die!"

A few drops of bright red blood stained Jiang Hanyan's fair, beautiful face. She beckoned with her finger, smiling exquisitely, but the sight made everyone's skin crawl. They all shivered in unison and took a step back.

Jiang Tianbao stopped, staring blankly at Black Tiger's carcass. Its belly had been ripped open by the hoe, its intestines spilling out amidst a bloody mess. It looked like a murder scene, making him feel nauseous as his lunch churned in his stomach.