Xie Hezhang, the rough-edged young man from Hèlian Village with an undesirable background, found himself relentlessly pursued by the educated youth from the city.
The young woman couldn’t carry anything heavy or do manual labour; a little farm work and she’d complain her hands hurt. Her only apparent hobby was following him around like a shadow.
One afternoon, Xie Hezhang, driven to his wit’s end, cornered her in the cotton field and threatened: “If you keep pestering me, I’ll give you a beating.”
The pampered, delicate Shu Qingyao pouted petulantly, her expression full of injured innocence. “I know, darling husband.”
Xie Hezhang stared: “…”
What in God’s name did she just call me?
Having been sent back in time by a jade pendant, Shu Qingyao shouldered her little bundle and travelled to the countryside to seek out her husband. At that time…
