Siheyuan: I Picked Up a Wife and Brought Her Home

Reborn as an unfortunate resident of a courtyard compound, he faces a vicious stepmother trying to split up the family from the start.

He looks at the only side room he owns, then at the woman beside him who has just fled a famine.

Li Jianjun gives a bitter smile. “Xiulian, if you stay with me, I'm afraid you'll have a hard life.”

But He Xiulian's eyes light up. She rolls up her sleeves and gets to work. “Hard? We've got hands and feet. How is that hard?”

No one expected this good-for-nothing, mocked by the entire courtyard for marrying a “famine refugee,” to see his life grow brighter by the day.

Years later, his stepmother's family chew on coarse steamed buns, watching their little courtyard with envy. The aroma of meat fills the air, and laughter never stops.

And the woman everyone once looked down on turns out to be the greatest blessing of his life.

He Xiulian: That's right. They all say I'm a once-in-a-thousand-years lucky wife!