A Farmer's Livelihood

Su Yanmei was a woman in her forties who did nothing all day but put on makeup. She even stole and spent the money her son had saved for his wedding, causing his wife to leave him and making her daughter hate her even more.

Just then, unlucky Su Yan transmigrated into her body.

Other people transmigrated into the bodies of young widows who still had their charms!

But her luck was so bad that she went from being eighteen to becoming an old widow!

Still, the old widow's son and daughter had such miserable lives. Since she couldn't go back, she might as well stay and help the siblings.

Su Yan had thought that a body in its forties meant she was past the age for love...

Then one day, she happened to rescue an injured man who had passed out. She fell for him beyond saving, hiding her aging body beneath a white robe as they went on dates and spent time together...

He was the legendary Third Young Master Feng, Marquis of Dingping.

Cold and pure, as crisp as the moon over a clear river, yet his personality was entirely at odds with his appearance.

People said Third Young Master Feng loved admiring beauties and used his fine brush to paint nothing but beautiful women.

By a twist of fate, he met an old woman who had long since lost her youth, and little by little, he fell for this plain-looking old woman. He could never have imagined that a man who had always pursued beauty would find something so captivating in an old woman.

Just as he was ready to defy public opinion and protect her, her children brought in an expert to drive her soul from her body, leaving behind only an empty shell.

A single recitation of the Great Compassion Mantra allowed Su Yan to return to her own time.

Yet the days she'd spent in that era continued to haunt her dreams at midnight.

The man she often saw in her dreams was the one who always called her “old woman.”

Their fate was not yet over. When they met again, he had truly become like a pale moon above a winter river, manly and ruthless in equal measure.

He was no longer the man who knew only how to paint beauties in pale blue ink.

From the very moment he watched her soul being forced out of her body, his heart had become nothing but stone and sand.

Even after galloping across the battlefield and witnessing countless deaths, nothing had stirred him in the slightest.

But when he said the two words “Su Yan,” his heart still brimmed with tenderness, flowing like a river into the sea. That was enough.

(A sweet farming romance, devoted to one another, with a male lead who is pure in both body and heart.)