[Devoted, henpecked husband * fiery, unconventional wife] [Both reborn] [Female-centered] [Ensemble cast] [Slow-paced] [A gentle, steady romance] [Everyday family life] [No System] [No magical space or spirit spring] [No golden finger] [Lighthearted, sweet romance] [Contract marriage] [Light dialect] [The protagonists rely solely on their skills and brains]
For the sweetest chapters, head to: 17, 22, 25–26, 38, 52, 62–63, and 83–86.
The day Ying Xiaohan died,
there was no husband or child at her bedside.
Only an old man who rushed over in a hurry. He wasn't her husband, yet he cried like a child.
She wanted to say, “Yu Yongbao, you never wronged me in this life. I was the one who wasted forty years of yours...”
When she opened her eyes again, it was 1984.
He was twenty-one, sitting in a tailor shop sketching, an ink smudge on the bridge of his nose as he grinned at her like a fool.
In their past life
On the day she was to be married, he blocked the doorway and had three ribs broken.
When she jumped from a building and broke her leg, he pedaled his battered tricycle to bring her home from the hospital.
He'd been a coward all his life.
But when it came to loving her, he never once took a step back. And yet, in their past life, she was trapped in the Zhou family for forty years...
“Yu Yongbao, this time, you're going to be my henpecked husband.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means you do what I say. If I go east, you don't dare go west.”
“...How's that any different from before?”
She froze.
Well... he did have a point.
This time, she wouldn't let him take those three broken ribs for her again.
She would stand in front of him herself, armed with a pair of scissors, a master craft, and a battered sewing machine.
Together with this taciturn, henpecked husband, she'd collect everything they were owed in their past life, with interest.
It has a sense of immersion in a period novel. In the blink of an eye, we are all old.