On her first day in the countryside, Lin Jiaojiao didn't want to work in the fields, so she set her sights on Chen Shan, the most powerful but least talkative man in the village.
"I will marry you and you will support me, okay?" She looked up at her white face and blocked him under the locust tree at the entrance of the village.
Chen Shan was carrying a hoe, with no expression on his dark face, and his Adam's apple rolled up: "... Squeamish."
Later, he earned work points for her during the day and covered her cold feet at night.
Everyone laughed at Chen Shan for marrying an ancestor, until they saw that delicate person standing on tiptoes to wipe his sweaty face, the heartache in her eyes almost overflowing.
The rough man pulled her into his arms and said in a hoarse voice, "I am happy to spoil my wife."
