When Shen Nian woke up, she had become a frail, delicate young educated woman in the 1970s. Her stepmother had secretly switched her name and sent her to the northwest countryside in place of her stepsister.
With yellow sand filling the sky and bitter winds cutting through her, her scumbag fiancé thought she was a sickly burden. He turned around and started an affair with a scheming young educated woman, then kicked Shen Nian aside on a snowy night.
As Shen Nian coughed up blood and fell into utter despair, a pair of military boots stopped in front of her.
Huo Zheng, the wildest, fiercest, most iron-fisted team leader on the farm, was like a ferocious wolf. He wrapped her in his military coat and carried her straight back to his earthen cave dwelling halfway up the mountain!
Everyone thought the delicate, sickly beauty Shen Nian wouldn’t last three days in the hands of the man they called the living King of Hell.
But who could have guessed?
On snowy days, while everyone else chewed tree bark, Shen Nian lounged on a warm kang and ate the roast mutton leg Huo Zheng had cooked, its fat dripping onto the plate.
When it was time for farm work, while everyone else was worked to the bone, Shen Nian sat in the shade and watched her bare-chested, sweat-soaked, rough-and-ready husband earn a full day’s work points for her.
Then one day, her scumbag ex regretted everything and knelt, red-eyed, begging to get back together.
Huo Zheng lifted the door curtain, wiping down his hunting rifle. His gaze was icy. “Why aren’t you wishing your aunt-in-law a happy New Year?”
Shen Nian touched the “pampered life space” in her pocket and smiled seductively. This earthen cave in the northwest was far better than the city!
