The Delicate Beauty Transmigrates to the 1970s and Wins by Doing Nothing

When Qingqing woke up, the pearwood bed was gone. A woman in a floral cotton jacket, claiming to be her mother, was hugging her and crying. Had she gone from being the daughter of a prime minister to the child of a farming family? Yet everything here was so different.

Everyone said the daughter of the Hongmiao Production Brigade captain had fallen into the water and woken up with a completely different personality. She used to be so fiery, but now she was as gentle as a pool of water, blinking her big eyes until everyone's heart melted.

That Jing boy sure got lucky. Even with his bad class background, he landed such a good marriage.

Jing Huan carried his hoe down the road, pretending he hadn't heard a thing. She'd said she wanted to break off their engagement, so whatever had changed about her was none of his business.

Under the scorching sun, sweat ran down the arms of the man hoeing the fields. Qingqing watched from the shade of a tree, then suddenly ran over and whispered, "Brother Heng, are you my future husband?"

Before she could say another word, a big hand covered her mouth. Jing Heng glanced around and lowered his voice. "Do you have a death wish?" That incident had long since passed, but getting caught using that old-fashioned form of address could still be fatal.

He looked down at her tearful eyes and fell silent. The engagement was still in place, so he might as well help her again.

He never expected that before long, he would be completely in too deep.

"What is this?" Qingqing asked, puzzled, holding up a Shanghai Women's Brand undergarment. It looked nothing like a dudou. How was she supposed to wear it? Jing Heng could only think that Heaven had sent this woman to torment him.

Theme: Even a thousand years between us can't keep me from loving you