I Transmigrated to the 1970s and Was Forced into an Arranged Marriage

The day I transmigrated into the body of a beautiful educated youth, I was told I had to marry the roughest, fiercest man in the village.

His face was covered in scars, and his eyes were like a wolf’s. Everyone in the village was afraid of him.

I fled into the deep mountains that very night. After all, my spatial storehouse was stocked with enough supplies to fill an entire supermarket.

I lived in a treehouse and ate self-heating hot pot. Life was better than anything I could have had in the village.

Then one day, he found me and tore off my disguise in one swift move.

“City girl, did you think you could hide here and I wouldn’t find you?”

I gripped my pepper spray, but he suddenly dropped to one knee.

“Come back with me and be the brigade leader’s wife. Isn’t that better than living out here?”