The Mafia Heiress Transmigrates as a Farmer and Protects Her Lame Husband

Yu Hui, the eldest daughter of the Yu family in Lincheng, could tally gang accounts with her left hand and wield a dagger with her right. To protect her young brother, Yu Nian, who had just taken over the family business, she threw herself in front of him during a clash with their enemies and took three bullets. As her consciousness faded, she clutched the safety charm her brother had given her, the only warmth in more than twenty years of darkness.

When she opened her eyes again, the smell of gunpowder had given way to the scent of herbs in Wuwu Village. She had become Ah Hui, an orphan whose parents were both dead, with Shen Yan standing beside her, leaning on a wooden crutch. Her parents had entrusted him with her care on their deathbeds, but the clan wanted to sell her to an old gambler. To keep his promise, Shen Yan gritted his teeth and married her. But a leg injury from three years earlier had left him limping, and even looking at her made him feel inferior.

Yu Hui gave the clan no chance to bully her. She crushed the wrist of a thug trying to steal herbs and used a gang's wrist-lock technique to protect the medicinal fields. Then, when no one was looking, she wrapped soft cloth around Shen Yan's crutch, afraid it would chafe his calloused hands. Shen Yan always hid behind her, yet when she woke from nightmares of bloody gang fights, he silently lit a lamp for her. When a venomous snake bit her, he cleaned the wound with the deft skill of a marquis's bodyguard, his fingertips trembling with panic and revealing the identity he had hidden for three years.

When the enemy responsible for Shen Yan's leg injury came looking for him, he clutched his crutch and backed away. Yu Hui shielded him, holding her dagger to the enemy's throat. "You dare lay a hand on my man, Yu Hui's man? Just try it." At that moment, Shen Yan looked at her cold, resolute profile and finally dared to step forward, using his crutch to block the incoming blade.

She had come from a world of blood and violence, but found a taste of ordinary life in his herbal porridge and the hemostatic powder in his bamboo basket. The shadows he had hidden in for three years melted like morning dew beneath her promise: "From now on, I'll protect you." Was this really a one-sided salvation? It was simply two people worn down by hardship, warming each other's long-chilled days with a bowl of hot porridge and a lamp left burning.