The Concubine's Wife

On Shen Qin's twentieth birthday, she made a wish, hoping to live peacefully for another twenty years. She decided in her heart that she would make this wish every year in the future, so that she could live peacefully forever. However, the stars in the sky fell and she traveled through time. She is not a heroine who is favored by the plot master, nor is she a supporting female character who is tortured to death, but a beautiful but short-lived female n-number. Okay, that's fine, as long as she's free from the threat of the plot guy, the female n-number is still safe. So, Shen Qin worked hard, just wanted to get rid of the fate of being a female protagonist, a female supporting role, and the male protagonist sandwich biscuit, and then find a safe man to marry. However, out of nowhere, a radiant passerby appeared out of nowhere, pretended to be poor and tricked her into becoming a wife. 1. At Mrs. Jinghou's birthday party, Shen Qin met the most beautiful passerby in the original book. Remembering that she had been extremely curious about this passerby, she couldn't help but take a few more glances. So the handsome man turned around, smiled brightly at her, and said, "Girl, can you give me the grass in your hand?" Beauty is misleading, Shen Qin's reason ran away from home for three seconds, and the grass in his hand fell into Yun Zhen's hand. Yun Zhen walked away, only to hear the gentle and beautiful vase behind him roar: "Asshole, who said Yuxin Begonia is grass!" 2. When Shen Qin married Yun Zhen, she followed Yun Zhen back to her hometown. There was a row of mud-walled houses and a small yard where weeds and vegetables grew together. She comforted herself that three years was enough. Yunzhen was the number one scholar after all and would one day succeed. Shen Qin persisted for three years, and finally went to work with Yunzhen with her child in her arms. Well, he had a nice car and a BMW, who said he was a poor scholar and she was in a hurry! The poor scholar touched his ears with a rare guilty conscience and said, "What? The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Haven't we been working hard for today in the past few years?" Shen Qin was angry, holding her son in her arms and preparing to return to her parents' home.