I Traveled Back to 2018 to Save My Rough, Blond-Haired Husband Who Died Young

[Adults only]

Transmigrating to when Mr. Zhou was eighteen: A sweet, healing romance in a small town, dedicated to the gentlest Mr. Zhou.

Wen Yin x Zhou Jingnan

Sweet, soft, beautiful, well-behaved girl x handsome, one-legged* Mr. Zhou, a blond who pretends to be fierce but is really the gentlest of them all. She pursues her husband and makes her dream come true.

Wen Yin was an orphan, cherished and spoiled by Zhou Jingnan like a little bird. He was gentle and considerate, would pay for her to study abroad, and always gave her the best of everything.

He often encouraged her: “Yinyin, I didn't study much and never even went to college. You need to study hard and see more of the world for me.”

Wen Yin wondered how a wealthy man like him could have never gone to college.

She never figured it out. Then, after Mr. Zhou attended her college graduation in Paris, he died in an aviation accident on his way home.

That day, she had wanted to propose to him.

But Mr. Zhou died at thirty-three.

That day, Wen Yin cried by the Seine until dark, then toppled into the river.

When she woke up, she had transmigrated to when Mr. Zhou was eighteen.

That year, Wen Yin was also eighteen. Excited, she went to find Mr. Zhou. This time, she would propose to him first.

But when she knocked on his door, she saw a handsome blond man in a black tank top, covered in engine oil, a cigarette between his lips. He looked at her. “Who are you looking for?”

Wen Yin stared in shock, trembling. “You. You're my husband.”

The blond Mr. Zhou cursed. “Fuck, I'm single.”

Wen Yin cried. So Mr. Zhou hadn't been wrong. At eighteen, he really was a terrible student.

And fierce, too (or so he pretended).

But it didn't matter, as long as Mr. Zhou was alive.

“Mr. Zhou, you really are my husband. How about I take you to college with me?” The gentle girl moved closer to him.

The man clenched his jaw. “Damn, stop flirting with me.”

“Keep it up, and I'll sleep with you.”

Wen Yin blushed, rose onto her tiptoes, and kissed him on the lips. “Okay! Get into college, and I'll be your wife!”