The 1970s: My Fierce Wife Has This Roughneck Wrapped Around Her Finger

[Sweet yet scheming “time-space trader” VS fierce, fiercely protective “one-armed soldier king”]

Jiang Wan, the owner of a supermarket chain, opens her eyes to find herself in a blizzard on a freezing night in the impoverished 1970s, with too little food and clothing.

A hell-mode start? A scumbag fighting her for food, a fake innocent spreading rumors, and a younger brother burning with a high fever and close to death?

Jiang Wanning looks at the [planar trade bracelet] on her wrist and smiles.

She whips out a [high-voltage anti-riot stun baton] and electrocutes the scumbag until he foams at the mouth!

In an era when buying cloth requires ration coupons and eating meat is a luxury...

While everyone else gnaws on coarse corn buns, she and her brother eat self-heating hotpot.

While everyone else wears patched, old cotton coats, she dons an interstellar temperature-regulating protective suit.

She doesn’t just have a warehouse full of supplies: she can trade with the post-apocalyptic world for crystal cores, with primitive people for tiger pelts, and with immortals for elixirs!

To make sure she can do whatever she wants in this era, Jiang Wan sets her sights on Lu Zheng, the one-armed regiment commander at the end of the village, known as the “Living Yama.”

They say he has a terrible temper and can silence a crying child with just a look?

Jiang Wan offers him a bowl of “spirit-spring ginger soup” and casually touches his severed arm. “Commander Lu, I can heal this injury.”

With that one touch, he clings to her for the rest of their lives.

[Bonus scene]

After their wedding, a horrible relative complains tearfully, “Commander Lu, your wife is too fierce! She shocked me with her baton!”

Lu Zheng, washing his wife’s feet with one hand, doesn’t even look up. “You deserved to be electrocuted. Can’t you see you hurt my wife’s hand?”

Just then, two little ones hurry over.

The younger brother, with super hearing: “Brother-in-law, I heard him cursing you in his head!”

The adopted son, a little powerhouse: “Dad, you don’t have to do it. I can punch him so hard he’ll fly!”

The horrible relative: “...I’m leaving, I’m going!”