Wu Xianhao transmigrated after an explosion and ended up with a weak, useless uncle.
Her materialistic aunt beat and cursed her at every turn, while her tyrannical cousin watched her like a hawk.
And now she was being forced to bring good luck to a decrepit old man by marrying him?
Just as she was at a loss, a rugged hunter showed up at the door with a wild boar slung over his shoulder.
Pointing at her, he declared, “Wu Xianhao is mine. We already did the deed, and she's carrying my child!”
She was so shocked her mouth fell open. Big brother, saving a life is a great virtue, sure, but you can't just make things up!
“Then... what do we do now?” She stared at her belly. Where was she supposed to get a baby in ten months?
The man, his face rough with stubble, leaned in and rubbed against her cheek. “If your husband puts in a little effort tonight, it might just work.”
Wrong is not bad, it's okay.