The Lucky Wife of the Era Married a Rough Man With Space
Chapter 1
The preciuos daugter of Xu Jiacun’s production team leader had fallen into the river.
The entire Xu household was cloaked in a gloomy atmosphere, as dark and heavy as a storm cloud. But outside, the villagers had already gathered, whispering and gossiping with excited faces.
By the time the rumors made their rounds, the story had already turned into:
“The team leader’s daughter had a high fever and burned out her brain! She died!”
“What? Xu Ying is dead?!”
A startled cry came from the educated youth dormitory. A frail girl, thin as a reed, looked as if a gust of wind could blow her over. She barely managed to steady herself before dashing off toward the team leader’s house.
“Xu Ying can’t die!” she thought in a panic.
If Xu Ying died…
Wouldn’t her heroic act of saving her be completely wasted?
Xu Ying was startled awake by the noise outside. [Read More Here]
Having spent years surviving the apocalypse, she had long developed the instinct of sleeping with weapons under her pillow. At the sound of approaching footsteps, her body reacted on its own—reaching for the weapon.
But her hand grasped nothing.
Her eyes snapped open and she sat up, tense and alert.
What she saw stunned her.
This was… her old bedroom from her past life!
The mud walls were cracked and crumbling. Faded newspaper clung to the spot by her bed where wallpaper had long since peeled away. Across from her stood a familiar old cabinet—the same one her sister-in-law brought as a dowry when she married Xu Ying’s eldest brother.
She remembered throwing a tantrum back then, jealous of the new cabinet. She had shamelessly insisted on taking it for herself. The memory left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Outside, a voice rang out.
“Auntie, is Yingying awake?” A delicate girl peeked into the courtyard, her expression filled with concern.
Xu’s mother, her eyes red and swollen from crying, sat outside wailing and slapping her thighs. “Oh, my poor baby! If anything happens to her, how will I go on living!”
She suddenly turned her grief into fury and pointed a trembling finger at her husband, Xu Jianguo, the village team leader.
“This is all your fault, old man! What made you think she needed to go buy soy sauce?! If she hadn’t gone, she wouldn’t have fallen into the river!”
Xu Jianguo, visibly aged and burdened by guilt, lowered his head. “It’s my fault. If I’d known something like this would happen, I would’ve gone myself.”
“Uncle Xu? Has Yingying still not woken up?” the young girl, Chen Yanran, asked anxiously. “She’s… she’s not really dead, right?”
Mother Xu sprang from her seat like lightning and rushed at Chen Yanran. “You little wretch! What are you saying?! My daughter isn’t dead—just unconscious. You dare curse her like that? I’ll beat you to death!”
Xu Jianguo quickly stepped between them. “Don’t talk nonsense! Comrade Chen saved our daughter. Don’t repay kindness with hostility.”
“She said my daughter was dead!” Mother Xu cried, trembling with rage. “If she hadn’t saved her, I would’ve ripped her apart right now!”
Chen Yanran, her face scratched by the furious mother, covered her cheeks and burst into tears. “I only repeated what the villagers were saying. I didn’t mean it. I came to check on Xu Ying myself!”
Xu Jianguo softened. “Zhiqing, thank you for saving Yingying. I’m grateful. But please don’t say such things again.”
“Uncle, don’t worry. Saving her was my duty. Even if it had been someone else in danger, I would have jumped in too.” Chen Yanran replied sweetly, holding back her tears.
At some point, Xu Ying had walked to the doorway. Her sharp gaze swept over the scene outside—her eyes cold and mocking.
“So, ComradeChen … You’re saying you saved me?”
Chen Yanran whipped around at the sound of that familiar voice. A flicker of jealousy flashed in her eyes.
Xu Ying stood tall, her black hair cascading like silk. Her delicate brows and eyes shimmered like stars against the morning light. Though her face was still pale, her bearing was proud and unshakable—elegant and fierce.
Chen Yanran bit her lip. No matter how beautiful Xu Ying looked, she was just a naive, emotional girl.
“Yingying,” she said softly, “have you forgotten? It was me who pulled you from the water.”
Xu Ying’s lip curled in disgust.
Look at her—so sincere, so pitiful. Anyone unfamiliar with her tricks might think she was a saint.
But Xu Ying remembered everything. In her past life, she had been blinded by this green tea witch and that scumbag Dong Wenzhong. She had paid dearly for her mistakes.
“Chen Yanran,” Xu Ying said slowly, “how shameless can you be? The one who saved me was clearly the eldest daughter of the Lu family.[Read More Here]
Since when did it become you? Do you really think I was unconscious and unaware of what happened?”
Her voice was calm, but her tone was cutting.
Chen Yanran’s face turned ghostly white.
It was true. She hadn’t saved Xu Ying. She had only been there for a moment when Xu Ying briefly opened her eyes. It was enough for her to claim the credit afterward.
“Yingying, why would you say that?” Chen Yanran looked heartbroken, tears spilling down her cheeks. “You passed out after I dragged you from the river. Are you calling me a liar?”
Xu Jianguo frowned. Now wasn’t the time for a tantrum. Was Xu Ying really accusing her savior?
“Yingying,” he scolded gently, “don’t say such things, not when someone risked their life to save you.”
Xu Ying snorted. “Dad, do you really think she could’ve saved me? She’s so weak, if she fell in, she wouldn’t be able to climb out.”
Chen Yanran was a city-raised girl—delicate and spoiled. On her first day here, Dong Wenzhong had carried her luggage for her. She couldn’t lift anything at work, and spent every day moaning and groaning like a fragile flower.
Xu Jianguo’s face froze. He remembered—this girl couldn’t even carry a bag of rice when she first arrived.
Could someone like that really lift a girl weighing over 90 jin (about 100 pounds) from a river?
Sensing his hesitation, Chen Yanran wept harder. “Yingying, I may be weak, but when I saw you drowning, I was terrified. I used all my strength to pull you out. If you don’t believe me, just ask Comrade Dong !”
The moment she mentioned him, a dark fire flickered in Xu Ying’s eyes.
Dong Wenzhong.
That man.
In her past life, she had been foolish—mistaking a snake for a man. She had argued with her father, begged and pleaded, even threatened to die just to marry him. In the end, she gave away her rare spot to return to the city… all for him.
And he? He had vanished without a trace the moment he left.
Her father had become the target of resentment for giving up that opportunity. He was ambushed one day, beaten within an inch of his life, and dumped on the back mountain—where no one could hear his cries for help.
It had been early winter. When she found him, his body was cold, stiff, and soaked in blood. His eyes were wide open, full of unwillingness.
Her eldest brother had been so grief-stricken that when carrying their father down the mountain in the rain, he slipped. His leg was broken in the fall.
The beginning of her nightmare had started that very day.
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