Exiled, I Married a Rough-Hewn Man, and the Frail Beauty Was Doted On

[An experimental story, updated irregularly. Read at your own risk. If you want to read it, you can wait until it’s complete.]

Song Huiling transmigrated as the sickly original wife of a villainous high-ranking official. When she arrived, she had less than three days to live. Her goal was simple: survive!

She used to be out of breath after a few steps. Now she could polish off three to five bowls in one sitting, and she never hesitated to work hard and earn money.

She set up a stall along the post road, selling tea and snacks like hotcakes.

Roast goose, braised meat, egg tofu… every dish was so delicious, you’d lick the bowl clean.

She built a tea garden and created a distinctive tea brand, doing so well she achieved a business miracle.

Meanwhile, her villainous husband went from common soldier to Commander-in-Chief.

Knowing that her husband would rebel in the future, Song Huiling tearfully waved her spatula at him. “Dear, rebellion has no future. Let’s quit and go home. I’ll support you.”

Later, Song Huiling’s hands were sore during the day and her legs were weak at night. She begged through her tears, “Dear, why don’t you go back to rebelling after all?”

Her villainous husband chuckled softly. “I promised to take good care of my wife, so I give it my all during the day and ‘do my best’ at night…”