Seventies Bandit: From the Start, I Stole the Male Lead's Beloved

In 1975, at Heixiazi Forest Farm in the Greater Khingan Range,

Lu Zheng comes down with a high fever. Not only does he awaken memories of his past life, he can also see the [Fate Scripts] above other people’s heads!

The moment he opens his eyes, he sees Gu Ziming, the hypocrite at the educated youth settlement, taking Shen Qingqiu, the aloof educated youth from Yanjing, up the mountain.

[Thirty minutes later, they encounter a wild boar. Gu Ziming pretends to shield her from danger, winning Shen Qingqiu’s undying devotion. He’ll also stumble upon a three-hundred-year-old wild ginseng in a bear’s den, setting him on the road to becoming a tycoon!]

Lu Zheng sneers and grabs his double-barreled hunting rifle before heading up the mountain.

“Bang!”

The three-hundred-jin wild boar is shot dead with a single round. Blood splatters all over Gu Ziming’s face, and he wets himself on the spot.

Standing on the boar’s carcass, Lu Zheng points his knife at the dumbfounded Gu Ziming. “I’m taking this pig and that three-hundred-year-old ginseng in the bear’s den!”

Then he turns to Shen Qingqiu, icy as frost but dressed in rags, his gaze intensely possessive. “As for you, I don’t think that pretty boy can protect you! From today on, you’re moving into my cabin. Anyone who lays a finger on you, I’ll chop them to pieces!”

The hypocritical male lead wants to use his connections to get transferred back to the city? Lu Zheng snatches the spot right from under him and sends him northwest to shovel manure!

Black-market kingpins want to double-cross him? Lu Zheng storms their turf with a hunting rifle and monopolizes the export of specialty mountain produce throughout Northeast China!

Meanwhile, the Yanjing heiress who used to seem so unattainable is being fed all kinds of mountain delicacies in Lu Zheng’s cabin until she’s rosy and well-fed.

Looking at this rough man, who fights like a bandit but dotes on her with all his heart, Shen Qingqiu blushes and tugs at his sleeve. “Lu Zheng, when exactly are you going to marry me?”