Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

In March, the willows sway gently in the breeze.

spring is coming.

Fu Wenxin was entertaining her neighbors, Shi Minghui and her seven-year-old son, Zhou Ming, at home.

She wore a loose-fitting crescent-colored short-sleeved shirt, pink sweatpants, and slippers, and her face showed embarrassment at not dressing formally enough to entertain guests.

When Shi Minghui came to visit, she was dressed much more formally.

She wore a long, light blue silk skirt with bamboo patterns, a yellow trench coat over it, and black high heels.

Her face was adorned with appropriate makeup, making her appear gentle and approachable.

She offered words of comfort: "Please don't do that, or I'll be utterly ashamed."

Shi Minghui pointed to Zhou Ming, who was playing with the Shen family's little girl: "He was making a fuss at home, insisting on playing with his sister, so I came to bother him."

"I'm really sorry."

Fu Wenxin felt relieved after hearing this: "I'm embarrassed, and you're embarrassed too. We can't just keep our heads down and not say anything, can we?"

"To be honest, I was getting bored staying at home and was just looking for someone to talk to when you showed up. It seems we're destined to meet."

Shi Minghui was pleased to see that she was easy to get along with: "It's really fate, otherwise we wouldn't be neighbors."

"Wenxin, is the child bothering you?"

The two had just met and didn't have many topics to talk about, so talking about the child was a good option.

Fu Wenxin shook her head: "No, she's very well-behaved. It's just that I've been sleeping more since I got pregnant, otherwise I wouldn't have only gone to your house once."

It was another visit to the neighbors.

Shi Minghui nodded in realization: "I knew it, I never saw you come out." She hesitated for a moment before saying, "But you can't just lie there all the time."

"It won't be easy to give birth then."

Fu Wenxin suddenly felt a greater fondness for Shi Minghui, her gentle neighbor.

Not everyone will remind you.

She smiled and said, "Thank you, Minghui, for saying this to me. Don't worry, I walk for more than an hour every day."

"The housekeeper at home also pays attention to my meals."

"I'm glad you don't mind me talking too much."

The two looked at each other again, feeling even closer and realizing that the other was a friend they could befriend.

On the other side, Shen Ya was playing with Zhou Ming, dressing up their dolls.

Shen Ya had two pigtails in her hair, and wore a red short-sleeved shirt and white trousers.

"Brother Zhou, come and comb Honghong's hair."

I want to dress her.

"No, Honghong is a girl, and you are a boy. Mom says you can't."

"...Okay, how about we play with cars?"

"No, I don't like it."

The two of them murmured to themselves, with the innocent and romantic air unique to children.

But another child has already begun to learn from the headmaster how to deal with the strange things in his head.

Strange things were growing on her body, and she said that her parents were still alive, and that she also had three older brothers and a handsome and talented fiancé.

As long as she is kind and sensible, she will defeat the scheming woman and win all the rich and beautiful life that belongs to her.

The child pouted, disbelieving.

My parents have passed away and will not be coming back.

"Not coming back? Are you going to live at school?"

Fu Wenxin asked Shen Cheng, who was sitting next to her.

Shen Cheng behaved differently from other children from a young age. He made his own decisions like an adult, and Fu Wenxin always respected his opinions.

"Yes, Mom, I'm taking the high school entrance exam soon, and I feel like I can study better at school." Shen Cheng deliberately emphasized the words "high school entrance exam".

He glanced at his mother out of the corner of his eye.

Fu Wenxin certainly wouldn't forget his high school entrance exam.

He also knew that Shencheng valued the high school entrance exam, because he wanted to go to a high school—Mingde High School.

Not only are good grades required, but family background is also taken into account.

She nodded, realizing she couldn't help much with her big belly, and told him, "Okay, you can stay if you want, but if you need anything, just tell Dad."

"If you don't feel comfortable at school and want to go home, then you can move back."

Move it back?

Shen Cheng felt that he was being too sensitive. This was originally his home, so how could it be called moving back? It shouldn't be called coming home.

But when he looked up at his mother, she clearly hadn't thought much of it and was just saying it casually.

Fu Wenxin's energy is gradually returning to normal, and her sleep schedule has also returned to normal. However, because her belly is big, all the big and small things at home can only be handled by Shen Zhengshan, who is not pregnant.

As for not being able to do it, how could that be?

She didn't believe that there was something only a heavily pregnant woman could do, while the healthy Shen Zhengshan couldn't.

Shen Cheng looked at his mother's expectant gaze and paused before nodding.

"it is good."

Fu Wenxin called out to Sister Wang and instructed her to help Shen Cheng pack his things after the meal.

Shen Cheng sat silently to the side, his eyes lowered.

Sister Wang looked at Shen Cheng, whose expression was obviously downcast, then glanced at Fu Wenxin, who was oblivious, and Shen Zhengshan, who had just returned from the company and was clinging to his wife.

The couple had endless things to say about the baby in her belly.

But Shen Zhengshan did the right thing. Pregnancy isn't just about one person's child. If he talked to Fu Wenxin more, her mood would improve.

A pregnant woman's good mood is of utmost importance.

Sister Wang's thoughts wandered, but Shen Cheng suddenly asked a question that he wouldn't normally ask.

"Aunt Wang, were they like this when I was pregnant with them?"

Sister Wang: "..."

If you want harmony at home, you still need a white lie.

She seemed to be reminiscing, and then, remembering a particular moment, she nodded slightly: "Back then, not long after they got married, the two of them were even more inseparable."

Shen Cheng nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

He glanced at their figures as they walked away hand in hand, his gaze slightly clouded.

After the couple came out of the bathroom to wash their hands, the whole family sat down.

Compared to her three brothers, Shen Ya was already considered a talkative child. She wanted to say something to her mother, father, and the baby sister in her belly before sitting down in her seat.

Shen Cheng watched as Shen Zhuo casually called out "Mom and Dad" and sat back down in his seat.

Shen Qi remained silent as always, only occasionally glancing at his mother's belly.

When Sister Wang served the meal, the whole family, except for Shen Zhengshan and his wife Fu Wenxin, ate their dinner quietly.

Time passed by while we ate, from spring to summer, until the beginning of July.

Mingqi was just over a month away from being born.

After graduating from elementary school, Shen Zhuo also chose a junior high school.

Shen Qi is nine years old and is on vacation from third grade.

Shen Ya is six years old and has graduated from kindergarten.

After finishing his middle school entrance exam and getting a satisfactory score, Shen Cheng sat on a deck chair downstairs, watching the sun slowly set.

He kept looking towards the door, waiting for his father's arrival and for news of his high school.

Shen Zhengshan got out of the black car with a stern expression. He held a black report in his hand, and his steps were not as light as usual when he was going home. It was as if he was stepping on hot coals.

Dullness and pain.

Shen Cheng abruptly stood up, staring at his father who was walking towards him, and felt that it was bad news.

Bad news he didn't want to hear.

"Acheng, come to the study, Dad has something to tell you."

With a dejected look on his face after a long day's work, Shen Zhengshan walked ahead, with Shen Cheng following behind. The father and son walked one after the other, but Shen Cheng kept looking at his father's back.

His back, which used to be straight, is now quite hunched.