The Little Widower and His Elder Brother-in-Law [Book Transmigration]

Two years after transmigrating into a book, Lu Shiyi, a supporting character, cross-dressed as a woman and took his older sister’s place in an arranged marriage to advance the female lead’s story.

With a red veil over his head and sandbags stuffed into his chest, Lu Shiyi prepared to marry the unlucky “husband” who kicked the bucket before the ceremony was even finished.

As expected, he didn’t even get through the wedding rites before becoming the notorious “jinx of a little widow” in the village.

His almond-shaped eyes, pointed chin, pale skin, and even his size 42 feet all became reasons why he had “killed” her husband.

This place was downright backward. Utterly ignorant.

As it happened, Lu Shiyi had no intention of continuing to live as a little widower. He wanted to leave the village as soon as possible and start a new life.

But could someone please tell him why his late husband’s older brother, who had stood in for the unlucky man at the wedding, kept looking at him so strangely?

His brother-in-law was intimidating both in his gaze and his looks, and he watched Lu Shiyi every day. Lu Shiyi didn’t even dare sneak away under cover of night.

He could only swallow his frustration, keep stuffing his chest with sandbags, and force his voice into a little ducklike squeak, deliberately acting obnoxious in front of his brother-in-law.

Sure enough, the man’s gaze grew even more intense.

Finally, one day, his brother-in-law was “thoroughly disgusted” with him. He grabbed Lu Shiyi by the shoulder, face and neck flushed red, and asked, “Will you be my sweetheart?”

Lu Shiyi: ? Wait, that wasn’t the effect he was going for.

Zhou Heng was summoned back to the village by several telegrams from his maternal uncle to stand in at the wedding for his cousin, who was at death’s door, in the hope that the marriage would bring him good fortune.

But before he and the “bride” could even enter the courtyard, his cousin, barely clinging to life in the side room, breathed his last.

That day, the wedding feast turned into a funeral, and the music and singing gave way to wails of grief.

Zhou Heng was a materialist. He had never believed that this so-called “wedding for good luck” could bring anyone back to life.

But now he had no idea how to comfort the person beside him, this pitiful, sniffly “younger sister-in-law” who had become a widow before she’d even entered the family.

It was only after he entered the bridal chamber and lifted the veil that Zhou Heng saw her face clearly. Her eyes were round, her chin pointed, and her skin was as white as a peeled egg.

His “younger sister-in-law” was beautiful.

So beautiful that the heart of a tough, hard-hearted man like Zhou Heng, who had traveled far and wide, gave two strange little tremors.

Even more infuriatingly, every time this person saw him, he deliberately sidled right up close and spoke sweetly in a coquettish voice. It was practically an open seduction.

Zhou Heng, a rough, uncouth man who’d never had parents to teach him better, developed a thoroughly outrageous thought:

He’d been the one to marry this person, so why couldn’t he count as her husband?

Later on:

Lu Shiyi took off his sandbags. His chest was as flat as a board. “Brother-in-law, no, big brother, look. I’m a man.”

Zhou Heng rubbed Lu Shiyi’s round butt. “You didn’t pad your butt? No wonder you sway your hips every time you walk in front of me. You had this in mind all along, didn’t you?”

A cross-dressing, deliberately flirtatious recipient who transmigrates into a book × a roguish, “wolf in sheep’s clothing” bandit gong

An alternate-history period story, slice-of-life farming, short story

P.S. The recipient never married or registered his marriage with the gong’s cousin. There is no blood or ethical relationship between them.

Theme: Finding a light in a humble home