The 1970S: The Pitiful Bride Is Spoiled by Her Rugged Husband!

She got so mad reading a novel that she transmigrated into it? And into the body of a disposable character, no less? Being a disposable character would have been bad enough, but from the start, she nearly got killed by the novel’s heroine! But can someone tell her who this domineering man protecting her is? Oh, her husband? In that case, never mind! Then why is the plot getting stranger and stranger? Weren’t rough, uncouth men supposed to be the thing? Why is he bringing her tea and water and massaging her feet? The spoiled heroine yells from the doorway, “I’m throwing away the man I don’t want, and you’re just a scavenger picking up trash!” She kicks the heroine to the ground. “You’re blind and still have the nerve to act superior. No wonder nobody loves you!” The rough man wraps an arm around her waist and gently coaxes her. “Be good. Don’t get upset over something that isn’t worth it.” Oh, right, right! Now she’s the rough man’s precious darling, a delicate little sweetheart with a boneless body! He won’t let her do housework or go out to the fields, and now she even has a twenty-four-hours-a-day, seven-days-a-week bodyguard whenever she goes out. Good grief, could she have a little privacy? The rough man’s eyes light up. “Sure! Some privacy, so we can do a few private things…” “…” Delicate sweetheart vs. rough man