Transmigrando para o Livro nos Anos 70, Grávida do Filhote do Grande Chefe

Three minutes before the plane crashed, Su Liuyue, furious at the uselessness of the male protagonist in the period novel she was reading, abandoned the story in exasperation.

Suddenly, a panicked flight attendant’s voice echoed through the cabin. In less than half a minute, the nose of the plane pitched downward, spinning rapidly as it plummeted toward the earth.

Screams filled the air.

Su Liuyue jolted awake on the heated brick bed, her hair disheveled, startling Chen Xiulan.

"Su Liuyue, stop pretending to be possessed!" Chen Xiulan yanked off Su Liuyue’s quilt and sneered. "Huidi and Hongxing are about to get engaged. Stop dreaming."

Su Liuyue stared intently at the woman she called "Mother." The woman wore a gray coarse cloth shirt and navy trousers, the knees patched with two faded blue squares. Though she looked every inch the typical rural woman, calculation and disdain were clearly etched in her eyes.

"Huidi? Hongxing?" These names matched exactly those from the period novel she’d just abandoned.

Still dazed, Su Liuyue glanced at the calendar on the wall: "October 2, 1975."

Ignoring the woman's scolding, Su Liuyue slipped on her shoes and walked to the iron washstand, peering into the small inset mirror.

The reflection was her own—delicate, beautiful, a small face shaped like a palm. Yet her eyelids were puffy, as if she’d cried all night.

She swayed weakly, her slender waist as fragile as a windblown willow. Forcing her eyes open, she received the o