My Scholar Husband, Don’t Be Shy. Your Bride Is Great at Flirting

After the village scholar Ling Su, who had broken his leg, got married in a wedding meant to bring him good fortune, his life in Qingshan Village began to change. His stepmother, who had abused him, died for no apparent reason. His gambling-addicted stepbrother broke his leg, and his accomplice of a father suffered a stroke and was left at home. Things weren't all bad, though. Scholar Ling's leg healed, his family came into money, and he passed the exam to become a licentiate. It was just that the wife he'd married for good luck was fierce. Even the meanest shrew in the village wouldn't dare bully her. Not one of the men stood a chance against her. Ling Su gave a bitter smile as he dug a hole with a shovel, then tossed a blood-soaked sack inside. Looking around, he saw several small mounds of earth in this barren field. It clearly wasn't the first time. After finishing a handful of sunflower seeds, Lu Pan'er brushed off her hands, shoved Ling Su aside, snatched his shovel, and swiftly filled in the hole. Then she gave Ling Su a faintly scornful look. “You're so slow. I told you to just toss them in the mountains for the wolves, but you insisted on burying them.” Ling Su: Guys, does anyone else get it? My wife came from the apocalypse, and she goes on a killing spree at the slightest provocation!