My Grandpa Is Called Song Yang

This story is also known as The World's Strongest Grandpa and Women's Self-Defense Is the Real Strongest.

My surname is Qi, and my name is Nanmu. I have absolutely nothing to do with a certain psychic from an anime.

I've always believed I had superpowers, that I was destined to become the goddess of Earth, and that my life was destined to be dazzling and heroic.

Of course, these powers would be unsealed the year I turned sixteen.

My only family, Grandpa, would always look at me with an expression of (af)fectionate (car)ing (con)cern (and) love.

Finally, after my twelfth birthday, when I was in the second year of middle school, my life began to get colorful! The Holy Grail War, going on an ocean adventure aboard the "Ark of Noah," getting hit by a rocket launcher and seeing the future of my son, who would become a spider decades later, building a nation in the chaotic Warring States period, dancing on a shogunate grave with my grandpa's past-life self, reuniting with old friends in a trashy full-dive game, and so on. I felt like I could apply for a Guinness World Record.

But my smiling grandpa turned me down and even threw in a loving ground-smashing mouse-punch.

Oh, I forgot to introduce him. My grandpa's name is Songyang, and he's a teacher.

The heroine's CP is Grandpa Sa, but their feelings aren't confirmed until later.

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In short:

As a woman who transmigrated into a farming life, Xie Jiao's ideal after transmigrating was to earn money, raise cats, and grow vegetables, so she could enjoy a wonderful life with all the fruit and meat she wanted.

Then she was kidnapped and taken to a place where vegetables and fruit cost more than meat, and in winter, the only things to see were snow and bears baring their teeth.

Xie Jiao: "..."

She turned to look at her beautiful Russian wife. What else could she do? She was so captivated by her beauty that she couldn't bear to leave, so she rolled up her sleeves and got to work. From then on, the snowy wasteland became a paradise on earth.

In a more lyrical style:

One is a noble scholar lying in the snow-covered mountains; the other, a beauty arriving beneath the moonlit trees.

If there is no fated connection, why is his name carved into the Three Lives Stone?

If there is a fated connection, why does his heart remain heavy, his brows never untroubled?

One is full of schemes, the other of tender feelings.

In the end, the fire in a glass-hearted soul burns away every deception.

CP: A kindhearted Russian

Theme: Better to rely on yourself than ask others. Miracles are created by humanity. Born human, one should be optimistic and open-minded.