When Zhou Xing transmigrated, she arrived right in the middle of her wedding night, which gave her quite a scare.
“Do not be afraid. As long as my wife takes good care of the household, I will stay by your side until our hair turns white together.”
Those were Xie Yuan’s opening words to her.
The next day, Zhou Xing sighed. Although his surname was Xie—a rather elegant surname—it had absolutely nothing to do with nobility in their case.
The Xie family was dirt poor! Yet this man still looked completely carefree, confidently saying that he would one day let his family live a good life.
Zhou Xing didn’t believe a word from this smooth-talking man. She thought his promises were far too grand. Depending on others was unreliable; in the end, she had to rely on herself to stay fed.
After the war, Xie Yuan settled down in Dashi Village together with his two nephews.
Bringing along two little burdens…
