Su Wanwan gave the two a few careful words of advice before letting it go.

"Zisu, come here and help me wring out my hair with a handkerchief. Zimu, come and massage my shoulders," Su Wanwan said.

Not having a hair dryer is inconvenient.

I'll let this hair air dry; I don't know how long that will take.

Thinking of this, Su Wanwan cheered up again.

So what if I have a bear-like face? At least my hair is thick enough that I won't have to be a bald little darling anymore.

"Yes, Miss."

The two obediently did what Su Wanwan had instructed them to do.

About fifteen minutes later, with the help of the two men, Su Wanwan finished putting on her inner clothes.

Su Wanwan returned to her room, dismissed the two maids, and lay down on the bed. Only then did she have time to review the events of the day.

As Su Wanwan carefully recalled the events of the day, she still felt as if they had happened before.

In a flash, she finally remembered.

She transmigrated into the book!

She transmigrated into a novel called "After the Madwoman's Real Heiress Returned Home, She Stole the Fake Heiress's Luck!"

Before transmigrating into the book, Su Wanwan was a key clinical doctor in the military, proficient in both traditional Chinese and Western medicine. A young woman from her department, during a break, pulled her aside and started talking about the book.

The reason was simple: Su Wanwan shared the same name as the fake heiress in the book. So, the young woman in the department pulled her aside and chattered away.

The little girl had strongly recommended this book to her, saying, "Sister Wanwan, your name is the same as the fake heiress's! You should read this book. What if you transmigrate into it one day? You'd be completely clueless and get killed by the real heiress!"

Su Wanwan found it amusing at the time and didn't take it seriously.

And then...and then she tragically transmigrated into the book!

She was so regretful!

If she had known she was really going to transmigrate into a book, she would have finished reading the novel first and thoroughly understood it, instead of being completely clueless like this now!

Su Wanwan was filled with regret, but what was done was done, and there was nothing she could do but let nature take its course.

She let out a long sigh.

Then, racking her brains, she pieced together the story the little girl had told her.

Twelve years ago.

At that time, Su Mu was a low-ranking military officer. During a march, Su Mu happened to save a bald-headed monk. To repay him, the monk told his fortune.

The bald-headed monk counted on his fingers, looking meaningfully at Madam Hu, a member of the army's family, not far away, and said to Su Mu, "Benefactor Su, you now have five daughters but no sons, is that right?"

Upon hearing this, Su Mu nodded repeatedly. "Master, your skill is truly profound; that is indeed the case."

After answering the bald-headed monk's question, Su Mu noticed the monk glancing at Hu Shi, who was nine months pregnant, and couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

"Master, could it be that my wife is carrying a boy?"

The bald-headed monk smiled mysteriously, shook his head slightly, and said, "Yes and no."

Upon hearing this, Su Mu's heart skipped a beat, his face paled slightly, and he asked nervously, "Could it be that my wife is carrying a half-male, half-female monster?"

"Hehehe, you've misunderstood, benefactor. That's not what I meant. What I meant was that if you wish for a successful official career and many descendants, you cannot keep the child in your wife's womb in the mansion."

Upon hearing this, Su Mu became somewhat anxious.

Doesn't the bald-headed monk mean that this unborn child is a jinx?