The second she was reborn, Wu Xiaoxiao slapped her cousin across the face.
In her previous life, she had listened to that wretch’s lies, broken off her engagement to a rugged hunter, and married a hypocrite from the city. He beat her, drained her of everything, and pushed her down the stairs.
The last thing she saw before she died was the hunter she had despised, covered in blood as he rushed in and took a fatal knife wound for her.
Given another chance, she grabbed his hand in front of the entire village.
“I’m not breaking off the engagement. This time, I’m determined to marry you.”
Before she had even finished speaking, a crossbow bolt whizzed past her cousin’s face and lodged in a wooden post.
Zhang Shisan stood beyond the crowd, crossbow in hand and expressionless.
Everyone in the village said the hunter was cold-blooded and could scare a crying child into silence.
Only Wu Xiaoxiao knew…
On their wedding night, he would blush and stuff all the money he had saved over two years into her hands. He would awkwardly help her apply face cream, and even dig out a yellowed letter from the military box he never let anyone see.
The letter held just one sentence, dated two years earlier:
“I want to marry Wu Xiaoxiao.”
Later, she made pickles, cured wild game, and opened a shop. Their lives grew better and better.
He hunted, protected his wife, and steadily rose through the ranks. Everything went his way.
Everyone in the village said Wu Xiaoxiao was a wife who brought her husband good fortune.
Only Zhang Shisan knew…
It was only after she married him that he had a home.
She was the one who brought him good fortune.
