The 1970s Guide to Raising a Delicate Wife

Everyone says that Third Master Yan of the Capital is a cold-faced king of hell who has no interest in women.

Yan Tingxu himself thought so, too.

That is, until he was forced to take in a young girl from the countryside.

Her name was Shen Qingyou. She was the daughter of an old friend, and when she was brought to him, she was as skinny as a kitten.

Only her eyes were exceptionally beautiful. When she looked up at him with those dewy eyes, they could soften even his hardened heart.

He planned to raise her for a few years, then find her a good family to marry into.

But later...

He came home late one night after a business meeting and saw her curled up in his bed, napping. Her thin blanket had slipped, revealing a stretch of slender, pale waist.

Yan Tingxu stood at the doorway and realized the girl he'd taken in was a little menace.

That night, he stood in the courtyard for half the night. In the end, he couldn't hold back, and carried her, blanket and all, into his arms.

Shen Qingyou sleepily opened her eyes and called out, "Third Uncle?"

He lowered his head, his voice hoarse beyond recognition. "Who's your third uncle?"

Later, everyone in the capital knew that Third Master Yan had spoiled a country girl rotten, treating her like a little empress and nearly bringing the sky down for her.

Shen Qingyou had a secret: she was reborn.

In her previous life, she had lived under someone else's roof for three years, always on her best behavior. In the end, all she got was the news that Yan Tingxu had died unexpectedly.

In this life, she only wanted to repay his kindness and keep him safe.

But as she went on protecting him...

Why had the distant, cold man from her previous life suddenly pulled her into his arms, his gaze so dark and frightening?

"You just looked at him a few times. How should I punish you for that, hmm?"

At first, Yan Tingxu thought he was shameless for falling for the girl he'd raised.

Later, he became shameless without the slightest reservation.

P.S. The heroine moves in with the hero at fifteen. Before she reaches adulthood, their relationship is purely familial! Neither of them has any other intentions whatsoever!

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I landed in the 1960s and opened my eyes to a living hell.

The whole family hadn't seen a single grain of rice in three days. Grandpa was lying on the kang, starving and waiting to die. Mom had tightened her belt three more notches, and the youngest sister had been so hungry at night that she bit her own fingers until they bled.

The villagers had already started digging up wild roots and boiling tree bark into soup. The commune's ox starved to death, and someone nearly died on the day they divided up the beef.

Su Kui thought she was going to die in this famine.

Then she heard a voice...

[Ding! Someone in the Chaoyang Residents Group 3 has @-mentioned you]

[Sister Liu from Building 23: Group leader, I got the ribs from yesterday. Even my dog won't eat them. They're so tough!]

[Wang from Unit 15: The cherries from our group order arrived. The 3J ones are too small. Anyone want them?]

Su Kui looked out at the famine-stricken world, then at the mountains of "junk food" in the group chat, and fell silent for three seconds.

Everyone thought Su Kui's whole family, old and young, wouldn't make it through the winter.

Until one night, Ergouzi next door, too hungry to sleep, peeped through a crack in the wall...

On the stove in Su Kui's house sat a basin of glistening white rice.

In the bowl beside it was pork with preserved vegetables, shining with oil.

The little girl who had been too hungry to walk the day before was holding a sponge cake and licking the cream off it in tiny bites.

Ergouzi went crazy on the spot.

Later, the whole area was abuzz with the rumor that the eldest Su girl was haunted.

Every night, a pile of things appeared out of thin air at her door, packed in strange bags with colorful labels. Just smelling them could ensnare your soul.

Then the cold-faced regiment commander, who had retired from the battlefield, blocked her path.

"Comrade," he said in a lowered voice, his Adam's apple bobbing. "That stuff... in your bags, can I trade for some?"

Su Kui lowered her head and glanced at the plastic bag from [Xixi Grocery] that had just arrived in her hand.

"...What do you want? I've got potatoes and eggs, and today's special is cola chicken wings."

#I'mOrderingTakeoutInThe1960s

#TheWholeCommuneIsStarvingButMyFamilyCelebratesEveryDay

Theme: In my last life, you protected me. In this life, I'll protect you.