Transmigrated as the Ex-Wife of the Villain Who Dotes on His Daughter

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　"Boom boom boom"

　Jiang Rou was awakened by a knock on the door. She rubbed her eyes and sat up from the hard bed in a daze.

　She found it a little difficult to move halfway through, and when she realized what was going on, she held her round belly with one hand with a bitter face.

　The knocking on the door stopped and turned into a woman's loud voice calling out, "Xiao Rou, are you home?"

　Without time to think, Jiang Rou replied vaguely, "I'm coming."

　Then he slowly stretched out his feet, found the cotton shoes under the bed, stuffed his slightly swollen feet into them, and then he supported himself on the bed and slowly stood up and walked out.

　Her stomach was too heavy, like a huge weight, and she felt relieved only when she hugged it with both hands.

　Arriving in the yard, Jiang Rou removed the bolt on the gate, opened the door, and faced the thin, dark woman carrying a basket of vegetables outside.

　The woman was half a head shorter than her, with dull hair, haggard face, and obvious fine lines around her eyes and mouth, but her facial features were regular and it could be seen that she was good-looking when she was young.

　When she saw Jiang Rou coming out, the corners of her mouth immediately twitched downwards, and she scanned her body with a shrewd look, and finally her gaze fell on her right cheek, which was wrinkled from sleep. She asked in a harsh tone, "Why do you close the door in broad daylight? It's so late and you're still sleeping. Have you forgotten that you have a man?"

　Jiang Rou blinked innocently and lowered her head.

　Sorry, she really forgot.

　Lin Meiru was so angry at her wooden appearance that she choked. She didn't know why her son was so unlucky to be entangled with such a person.

　With a dark face, he rummaged through his trouser pockets and took out a few crumpled bills. He grabbed Jiang Rou's hand and stuffed it into hers. He also stuffed the not-so-fresh vegetables in the basket into her hands and said in a rough voice, "I'll go to the police station to redeem you later. If you don't feel ashamed, I do."

　He seemed too lazy to even look at her any longer, and after saying that, he turned around and left.

　Even after I walked away, I could still hear her cursing, saying things like "debt collector" and "lazy guy".

　After watching the person walk away, Jiang Rou closed the door again and went back into the house with the vegetables.

　In 1998, the remote small county town in the south had not yet enjoyed many benefits from reform and opening up, and local residents still lived in bungalows with blue bricks and black tiles.

　The living room is right after the door. The lighting in the living room is not very good. On the wall opposite the door is a huge painting of a welcoming pine tree. Above the right side of the painting hangs a black and white portrait of an old man, and below it is an old-fashioned wall clock that makes a "tick" sound every second.

　There are tall coffee tables and square tables under the wall. The square table is against the wall, with a chair on each side.

　Very vintage.

　Jiang Rou walked over and put the food and money on the table, then took the teapot and poured herself a glass of cold boiled water.

　After drinking, she sighed comfortably, sat on the chair next to her, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and fanned herself with her hands. She didn't know if it was because of her pregnancy, but now she was particularly afraid of heat.