The Farmer's Blessed Wife

Before she was reborn:

He was the pride of heaven, Wall Street's youngest business tycoon. He had wealth beyond measure and a flawlessly handsome face that could make anyone swoon.

She was nothing more than his wife in name. She loved him with all her heart, obeyed his every word, and lost herself completely in him...

The man who stood high above her always looked down on the woman beside him with contempt. She was so lowly, yet still loved him with a devotion that would never waver.

At last, love cost her her life. As she lay dying, she swore that if she ever got another life, she would live for herself!

*

After she was reborn:

There were no handsome men crowding around her, no lavish gardens in full bloom. She was no longer at the Yueyi Brothel or in the magnificent prime minister's residence.

Instead, she found herself in a farmhouse, and a dilapidated one at that.

On a foul-smelling plain alive with the chirping of insects stood a broken thatched hut with an ancient, battered oil lamp. In this absurd new life, she had not only been given another chance, but also half a mu of poor farmland and a piglet she couldn't eat or bring herself to slaughter.

Her mother-in-law thought she was too skinny and kept wanting to find a rich woman to marry into the family instead.

Her elder sister-in-law was sly and scheming, always eyeing her half-mu of farmland.

Her younger sister-in-law loved beauty and took a bronze mirror everywhere she went. In their world of one-upmanship, every contest had to end in a bloodbath.

Fine. The country air was good for her, so she'd better teach this pack of crazy women a lesson!

*

But then came an exuberant, carefree cry of "Wife!" that nearly scared her out of her wits...

She'd forgotten that the ridiculous author had also given her a country husband!

But when she turned around, she was stunned. This country husband was even paler than she was, with deep, dark circles under his eyes. He was sickly and weak, and damn it, he was impotent!

And... damn it, why was it him again!

Had they run out of actors? And why was he dressed like a bear, charging toward her with sweat rolling down his face in drops as big as pearls?

*

Back then, he hadn't known that she was not as timid and talentless as she seemed. She had hidden all her brilliance for love of him.

Back then, she hadn't known that when she closed her eyes for the last time, his heart had been torn apart with pain. He had vowed that if they could have another life, he would give up everything and stay by her side forever, protecting her without a single regret.

Highlights

No. 1:

The moon shone bright, so bright that no one could sleep. Holding an egg in her hands, she looked at the man standing on a boulder in the distance. He faced the wind and moon, his tall figure and clothes fluttering in the breeze.

The breeze carried the scent of flowers. She looked up, and he turned around...

"Damn it, are you trying to play ghost in the middle of the night?" She jumped up with a startled cry.

He turned gracefully and looked down at her, blocking out the whole moon. "Wife, I'm just a little pale and my eye circles are a little dark. Haven't you gotten used to it yet?"

"Damn it, why is it you again?!"

They had similar faces, but one was the strong, fit scoundrel from her past, while the other was a handsome but sickly patient from the village who was forever saying, "The night is long and sleep eludes me. All I can do is compose poetry beneath the moon."

No. 2:

The night was silent. She watched him in the candlelight. His face was just as perfect, but his smile was pure and harmless. Yet the other man with that same face had been cold-blooded and cruel, never smiling at her and constantly buried in affairs of state.

This one, on the other hand, was as innocent as a puddle and as dumb as a pig. Apart from following her around, he couldn't do anything.

"Wife, what are you looking at?" After she'd stared at him for a long time, he looked confused, but his eyes sparkled like a sky full of stars.

"You," she said bluntly.

He grinned, blushing coyly. "Aww, you're making me shy!"

She smiled faintly. "I just think you look like someone."

"Who?"

"A scoundrel!"

"..."

*

She was the smartest and most beautiful woman in the village, yet she married a husband who was lazy, clueless, and useless at everything. Though he was handsome enough to make even gods and ghosts furious with envy, in a year of famine he was nothing but a pretty face, and she became the village's laughingstock.

When a bully came to harass her, she hadn't even managed to throw the bucket of water in her hands before the bully's head