Transmigrated as the Mother of the Abused Male Lead in a Tragic Novel

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Chapter 1
"You're pregnant, I'll prescribe some folic acid, calcium tablets and multivitamins for you. Make sure to get plenty of rest on your own," the doctor calmly handed Ding Sha the prescription and sent her on her way.

As she walked out of the room, Ding Sha gently touched her still flat belly, sighing softly as she glanced at the pitifully low balance on her phone. After asking around, Ding Sha found the hospital pharmacy to have the best prices.

At the entrance of the maternity hospital, happy couples walked by in pairs while Ding Sha couldn't help but feel a bit lonely and pitiful by herself.

Ignoring the strange glances from those around her, Ding Sha got on her electric bike and headed home.

On the way, she passed the farmer's market and after some hesitation, thinking of the not yet fully formed baby in her belly, spent over twenty yuan on half a jin of shrimp that weren't very big.

After winding through small paths for a long time, she finally arrived at the small village on the outskirts of the city, passing by gossiping elderly ladies who pointed and stared.

Ding Sha returned to her shabby small courtyard that she called her own.

Back home, she immediately went to the kitchen, taking out a wok and some rice and starting a small fire to cook congee before bringing over a little stool to sit by the faucet and remove the shrimp shells.

She heated oil in the wok and stir-fried the cleaned shrimp heads, releasing a tempting red shrimp oil and delicious aroma. Ding Sha carefully blew away the rising smoke, stirring the congee with a ladle.

The rice had bloomed beautifully.

She poured in the shrimp oil, then added the marinated fresh shrimp as well.

It felt like something was still missing.

After thinking for a bit, Ding Sha wiped her hands on her apron, squatted down and took out an inconspicuous small jar from a pile of pots and containers in the corner, throwing in some salted winter vegetables into the congee.

After simmering for a while longer, she scooped out a bit to taste after blowing on it to cool it down, satisfied with the flavor. She carefully lifted the hot wok with a cloth wrapped around her hands and brought it down from the stove.

This was dinner for today.

Ding Sha sat alone in the somewhat dim and spacious main hall, quietly drinking her congee.

Today was the third day since she transmigrated into this world.

She had already realized that she was unable to make any choices that went against the plotline.

Like getting an abortion.

She didn't even know who the father of the child was.

Because she had transmigrated as the ill-fated mother of the male lead who died during childbirth in a tragic novel.

The original book only briefly mentioned her a few times.

The story mainly revolved around the male lead's difficult life, elaborating on his misfortunes and trials.

And right now, the male lead of that tragic story was still in her belly.

She had no useful information whatsoever.

It seemed for now, the only thing she could do was safely carry the male lead to term and give birth to him.

Then, wait for death.

Thinking this, Ding Sha couldn't help but sigh again.

She was poor, had no family, no education, and no job.