1950s: After transmigrating into a capitalist, I relied on military industry to achieve a comeback.

"Good that you're hungry! The fact that you feel hungry means your soul is truly settled in your body!"

Lin Hongsheng's face, usually stern and unsmiling at the negotiating table in the chamber of commerce, was now beaming with joy, his wrinkles smoothing out. He whirled around and yelled towards the door, "Aunt Wu! Quick! Bring the bird's nest porridge that's been warming on the stove! No… bird's nest is too cooling, make it the pheasant broth with green rice stems porridge, the thickest layer of rice oil!"

A flurry of footsteps and responses immediately came from outside the door.

Lin Jiaoyue leaned against the soft pillows, listening to the noise, her mind still a complete blank.

This couldn't possibly be a holographic game; the details were ridiculously realistic. The mellow scent of old mahogany in the air, along with the subtle fragrance emanating from Su Wanqing, created a tactile experience that even the most advanced equipment couldn't replicate.

A moment later, a steaming bowl of porridge was handed to Su Wanqing.

The white porcelain bowl has thin, translucent walls. The rice porridge is cooked until soft and fluffy, with a few strands of tender yellow chicken and bright green scallions floating on the surface. The aroma wafts straight into your nose.

Lin Jiaoyue wanted to maintain the dignity of an adult, but this body clearly had its own independent consciousness.

"Gurgle—"

My stomach let out a loud growl, which was quite disrespectful.

Su Wanqing's eyes instantly reddened. She scooped up a spoonful, blew on it gently, and brought it to her lips: "Slow down, it's all yours."

One bite, and the umami flavor spreads across the tip of your tongue.

Lin Jiaoyue swore that the so-called "premium nutritional meals" she ate in the factory cafeteria in her previous life were nothing compared to this bowl of porridge.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, my stomach felt warm and cozy, and that exhausting feeling from staying up all night returned.

"Alright, Nannan just woke up, her body... cough, she hasn't recovered her energy yet." Lin Hongsheng looked at his daughter's drooping eyelids and forcibly suppressed the thousand words in his heart. "Wanqing, let the child sleep for a while."

Su Wanqing reluctantly put down the bowl, then carefully tucked the blanket around Lin Jiaoyue, her movements as gentle as if she were cherishing a rare treasure.

She took the jade pendant from her sleeve, carefully placed it under Lin Jiaoyue's pillow, and whispered, "Sleep with it on, you'll be safe and won't have any nightmares."

Only after the door was gently closed and the light inside the room dimmed did Lin Jiaoyue finally let out a long sigh of relief.

She didn't rush to sleep, but instead used the moonlight streaming in through the window to quickly scan the room.

The canopy bed, the cabinet inlaid with precious stones, the expensive-looking Western clock in the corner... every item silently tells the story of two words: wealth.

"This rebirth... seems a bit over the top."

She silently complained to herself, but finally couldn't resist the sleepiness, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Outside the door, the long corridor was silent.

As soon as Su Wanqing stepped out of the room, she swayed, but Lin Hongsheng caught her with lightning speed.

"What's wrong? Are you exhausted from guarding the place for the past two days?" Lin Hongsheng asked in a low voice, his eyes full of worry.

"Master..." Su Wanqing grabbed her husband's arm, her nails almost digging into his sleeve, her voice trembling with brokenness, "Did you see Nannan's expression just now? The way she looked at us... so polite, so wary, like she was looking at two strangers who had intruded into her territory."

Lin Hongsheng fell silent. He recalled that the first thing his daughter asked when she woke up was "Which hospital?"—a logic so calm it was almost cold.

"She used to have the mind of a six-year-old, and all she did was pester us for candy all day long." Tears welled up in Su Wanqing's eyes. "But now, she speaks shrewdly and even observes our expressions... What exactly did she go through in that 'other world' to turn a sixteen-year-old into an adult who has suffered greatly and trusts no one?"

Thinking of how her daughter had been wolfing down her food despite being starving, yet still managing to maintain a polite demeanor, Su Wanqing felt a sharp pain in her heart.

"If a pampered girl has never been wronged, what girl would look like that?"

Lin Hongsheng put his arm around his wife's shoulder, staring at the closed door with a deep look in his eyes.

"It's good that you're back." His voice was low and ruthless. "We've dismantled her defenses, bit by bit. We can't take away her past suffering, but from now on, we'll make it up to her tenfold and help her reclaim that 'willfulness'!"

"Wanqing, Nannan's soul has returned to its place, this is a great joy! Tomorrow I will instruct the steward to book the best chef in the city, 'Jufengyuan,' and we will hold a three-day banquet at the mansion starting three days from now! Let Nannan recover her health in the next two days."

"Okay, okay, it's time to celebrate..."