Su Wei woke up to find herself trapped in the body of a “bargain-bin” daughter-in-law in the destitute South Bridge Village. Before she could even clear the cobwebs from her mind, she saw an old woman looming over the bed, clutching a bowl of murky, pitch-black poison intended for Su Wei’s new “husband.”
The man on the bed glared at Su Wei with eyes full of pure, unfiltered loathing.
“You poisonous woman!” he spat, his voice trembling with rage. “Even as a ghost, I will never let you go!”
Su Wei froze. No, no, no, she thought frantically. It’s not me! It’s the old lady!
The old woman turned toward her, her expression cold and impatient.
“What are you standing there for?” she snapped. “If he doesn’t die, how are you supposed to marry Young Master Dong?”
Su Wei’s mind went blank. Why does this scene feel so hauntingly familiar?
A bolt of realization struck her—a memory from a story she once knew. But before she could act, the old woman grabbed a heavy cotton quilt and slammed it down over the man’s face, attempting to smother the life out of him.
Su Wei: “…”
Eventually, the chaos settled, leaving Su Wei to deal with a crumbling house that let the wind whistle through every crack in the walls. Resigned to her fate, she rolled up her sleeves, determined to work the land and earn her keep. Her “husband,” Shen Yan, however, seemed to be living in a completely different genre of fiction.
Su Wei set a bowl down on the table. “Time to eat.”
Shen Yan’s Inner Monologue: She’s definitely trying to poison me again.
Su Wei brought him a fresh set of layers. “Put these clothes on.”
Shen Yan’s Inner Monologue: She’s trying to cook me alive.
Finally, Su Wei had enough of the constant suspicion. She sat him down and said calmly, “Let’s just get a divorce. I’ll give you your freedom.”
Shen Yan’s Inner Monologue: That wicked woman wants to dump me so she can run off with that ‘Young Master Dong’? Over my dead body.
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