Zhou He, a beautiful young woman from the 21st century, dies an unjust death. The God of Death, who grabbed the wrong soul, gives her a pocket dimension and sends her to the 1970s. She becomes the hapless daughter in a family that favors boys, pushed off to the countryside. Since treating people kindly only gets her bullied, she decides to be a villain instead and live only for herself from now on.
The farmwork is enough to exhaust an ox. To avoid it and find herself someone to rely on, she notices the quiet, sturdy man in the village, built like a little mountain, and brazenly approaches him. “Want to team up?”
Pei Xing'an looks into her bright, watery almond eyes, swallows, and agrees.
Zhou He plans to use him and then leave: once the college entrance exams resume, or the rules for returning to the cities are relaxed, she’ll kick this “human tool” to the curb and head back to the city. But after spending day and night together, their partnership ends with them sharing a kang bed.
On the day they get their marriage certificate, Zhou He sneers to herself: It’s only a marriage certificate. It’ll be nothing but a useless piece of paper soon enough. If I want to leave, I have plenty of ways.
Who knew married life would take such a turn?
The educated youths who came with her laugh behind her back, saying that instead of choosing one of the officials’ sons from the city, she went and picked a country bumpkin with nothing but his face.
Zhou He smiles. “Because I want to.”
Later, when the rules are relaxed, Zhou He reluctantly gives Pei Xing'an all the wealth she’s saved in her pocket dimension and tells him to go make something of himself.
When they meet again, the “country bumpkin” of the past is dressed in a sharp suit, now one of the most dazzling new elites riding the tide of the times.
The educated youths who mocked Zhou He are left gaping as they watch Pei Xing'an gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His voice is so tender it could melt your heart. “Wifey, is this whole shopping mall big enough to be your walk-in closet?”
