“If you’re unwilling, we can get divorced right now. Neither of us has to hold the other back.”
Ye Jiao had only just come to her senses when she heard a deep, magnetic male voice. She looked up and immediately sucked in a sharp breath.
The man was bare-chested, with a muscular physique. Droplets of water trickled down his chest…
Past his six-pack abs…
Along his sexy V-line…
And down to a place that definitely wouldn’t pass censorship.
Ye Jiao wiped the corner of her mouth, thinking that tonight’s dream was pretty amazing.
Without a second thought, she threw herself at Lu Cheng.
Lu Cheng had never imagined that Ye Jiao, the usually aloof and proud educated youth, would be so uninhibited in bed. By the time he came to his senses, she had nearly stripped his pants off.
“Ye… Ye Jiao, y-you need to wait a moment.”
Lu Cheng grabbed Ye Jiao’s mischievous hands, hoping to have a proper conversation with her.
But Ye Jiao, completely immersed in her wonderful dream, wasn’t about to let the delicious prize right in front of her slip away. With a sudden pounce, she pushed Lu Cheng beneath her. His body was twice her size, yet she somehow managed to pin him down.
As she tugged at his clothes, she muttered under her breath, “Are you even a man? I’m a woman, and I’m still more open-minded than you!”
“Who are you calling not a man?”
Lu Cheng’s pride was instantly ignited by her words. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the woman pinning him down.
For the sake of his last shred of masculine dignity, Lu Cheng gritted his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut, and flipped Ye Jiao over.
The two of them completely lost themselves in the bedroom, making quite a racket.
Ye Jiao was immersed in the fantasy that she was having an erotic dream, acting entirely on instinct. She figured that once she woke up, no one would ever know what had happened in her dream anyway.
As for Lu Cheng, Ye Jiao’s accusation that he wasn’t a real man had completely provoked him. Even if he died in bed tonight, he was determined to show Ye Jiao exactly what kind of man he was!
The two were locked in an intense battle on the bed, but poor Lu Cheng’s parents, along with his second older brother and sister-in-law, were suffering in the next room.
In the countryside, houses stood close together. The Lu family’s three-room house accommodated seven people in total. Lu Cheng and Ye Jiao had just gotten married that day, so the family had partitioned off the main hall to serve as their bridal chamber.
Unfortunately, the main hall was right in the center of the Lu family’s house.
Lu Cheng’s parents tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Even eight-year-old Lu Chu, the youngest son, couldn’t help asking, “Was that Third Sister-in-Law who just screamed?”
Lu Cheng’s mother, Zhang Cuicui, blushed furiously. She grabbed a small blanket from beside her and immediately covered her youngest son’s head with it.
“Don’t listen to things you shouldn’t be listening to!”
At that moment, Lu Cheng’s father, Lu Jianguo, who was lying on the other side of their youngest son, let out a sigh and got out of bed.
Zhang Cuicui thought he was going to knock on his third son’s door and quickly tried to stop him.
But Lu Jianguo merely walked over to a small table, picked up a cup of cool boiled water, and gulped it down.
“Knock on the door for what? I’m just drinking some cold water to cool myself down.”
Lying in bed, Zhang Cuicui muttered under her breath, “In all these years, I’ve never seen you get so worked up that you needed to cool yourself down.”
The next morning, the Lu family gradually woke up. They exchanged glances, and every single one of them had dark circles under their eyes.
Everyone except Lu Cheng had dark circles from being unwillingly kept awake all night.
Lu Cheng, on the other hand, wore the dark circles of a thoroughly satisfied man.
Ye Jiao, however, still hadn’t gotten out of bed.
That was because when she finally woke up, she suddenly realized that everything that had happened the previous night hadn’t been an erotic dream at all.
It had all been real.
“Um… Can I ask what your name is?”
At that moment, Ye Jiao was so embarrassed that she could have dug out an entire three-bedroom apartment with her toes.
She had somehow managed to sleep with a complete stranger!
She secretly stole another glance at the man’s handsome face and still-bare, muscular chest.
Well, at least she hadn’t lost out!
A top-quality man like him was hard to come by.
It was just that the surroundings were a little too shabby…
The twenty-first century still had places this run-down?
Ye Jiao furrowed her delicate brows.
“What? You had such a good time last night, and now you can’t even remember my name?” Lu Cheng asked. “My name is Lu Cheng. I don’t change my name or surname. Does that ring a bell now?”
As he spoke, Lu Cheng leaned closer and planted a firm kiss on Ye Jiao’s cheek.
“Don’t worry, Jiao Jiao. Since you’re willing to spend your life with me, I promise I won’t let you regret it!”
“Lu Cheng? Which Cheng is it?” Ye Jiao found his name strangely familiar.
“The Cheng from jia jian cheng chu—addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. My older sister is Lu Jia, my older brother is Lu Jian, and my younger brother is Lu Chu.”
Lu Cheng was already accustomed to such questions. The names of the four siblings were unique throughout the village. According to his mother, she had specifically consulted a schoolteacher before choosing their names. They were far better than the likes of Dazhuang and Ergou, the names commonly heard around the village.
Addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division…
Multiplication…
A loud buzz went off in Ye Jiao’s head, and she nearly jumped out of bed.
She remembered!
Just the night before, she had passionately written a ten-thousand-word review of a historical-era novel.
In that novel, the wealthy tycoon who was the father of the biological and adopted daughters was named Lu Cheng!
Lu Cheng had four siblings, and their names together formed the phrase jia jian cheng chu—addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division.
“Your father is Lu Jianguo, and your mother is Zhang Cuicui…” Ye Jiao continued murmuring.
“Hey!” Lu Cheng raised an eyebrow and lightly tapped the back of her head. “You should show your parents some respect.”
“Ahhh! Just let me die!”
She had transmigrated into a book!
And not just any book, but a famous historical-era novel that practically everyone in the twenty-first century had read.
The original novel, The Spoiled Beauty of the 1990s: The Whole Family Dotes on Me, was an idol-drama-style historical-era romance that combined all the hottest elements: switched-at-birth daughters, a doting family, rags-to-riches success, the ups and downs of the entertainment industry, an irresistible heroine adored by everyone, an overbearing male lead, and countless male admirers.
When the novel was first published, it caused an unprecedented sensation.
The heroine, Lu An’an, had been switched at birth as a baby and grew up as the only precious daughter of Lu Cheng, a wealthy tycoon. She lived a life of endless love and pampering, with everything going her way.
She had been a top student and school beauty since childhood. Out of curiosity, she eventually entered the entertainment industry and became a famous heiress adored by everyone.
Everyone knew that if she ever failed as an actress, she could simply go home and inherit a fortune worth tens of billions!
Meanwhile, the supporting female character, Ye Zhu, was a textbook example of a vicious female antagonist.
She was the daughter of Lu An’an’s biological maternal uncle. Abandoned by her mother as a child, she grew up living a difficult life with her grandmother and her irresponsible father.
She was always jealous of Lu An’an for having such a wonderful father. No matter what Lu An’an liked, Ye Zhu would try to destroy it, smear her reputation, and make her life miserable.
Eventually, she even seduced Lu An’an’s fiancé and slept with him, becoming a mistress despised by everyone.
Only at the very end did everyone discover that Ye Zhu was actually the true heiress of the wealthy family—and Lu Cheng’s biological daughter.
But by then, Ye Zhu had already ruined her reputation and alienated everyone around her. Even her biological father, Lu Cheng, no longer wanted to acknowledge her.
Readers praised the story, declaring that bloodline-based superiority was nonsense. Even ordinary people could achieve success if given a good education!
They celebrated it as a victory for ordinary people everywhere.
“What’s wrong?” Lu Cheng was startled by her reaction. He hurried over and felt her forehead. “Did you hit yourself somewhere?”
Ye Jiao had suddenly collapsed just moments ago, and he was worried she might have hit her head.
“I’m fine.”
Ye Jiao looked utterly dejected. She hugged Lu Cheng’s pillow to her chest and gazed up at him with a pitiful expression.
“Lu Cheng, if we have a daughter, what would you name her?”
Lu Cheng’s face flushed slightly, but he still answered seriously.
“We just got married, so we probably won’t have a child that soon. Besides, I’m not very good at choosing names. But if I absolutely had to pick one… I’d call her Lu An’an.”
He didn’t need his daughter to be exceptionally talented or accomplished.
As long as she grew up safe and happy, that would be enough.
Ye Jiao couldn’t help but tear up.
Whenever she thought about how miserable their future daughter would become, her heart ached.
That pain was even greater than the realization that she herself was destined to die in a year.
Perhaps because the vicious female antagonist in the novel had a mother with the same name as hers, Ye Jiao had genuinely empathized with the character while reading the story. She had understood the girl’s sorrow and suffering from her own perspective.
So, even when the entire internet was cursing the female antagonist, Ye Jiao had resolutely written a ten-thousand-word review analyzing the character’s life and choices in detail.
Unfortunately, things hadn’t turned out well.
She had been subjected to online harassment and cyberbullying, which frightened her so badly that she unplugged her internet connection and hid at home to sleep.
Then, after falling asleep, she had woken up here.
“Wife, take this.”
Something was placed in her hand.
Ye Jiao looked down in confusion and opened the small box.
“Where did you get all this money?”
Inside were thirty ten-yuan bills.
Lu Cheng took her hand in his.
“This is all money I earned myself. I don’t particularly enjoy working in the fields, but I often do small businesses with a few of my buddies. I earn at least twenty yuan a month.”
“I know you came here from the city and aren’t used to farm work. Don’t worry. Even if you stay home and play every day without going out to work, I can still afford to support you.”
The three hundred yuan in Ye Jiao’s hands suddenly felt incredibly heavy.
This was probably Lu Cheng’s entire savings.
Why were men in this era so sincere? They had only just gotten married, yet he was already handing over control of the household finances to her.
“I’ll head outside first. Use the hot water over there to wash up, then come out when you’re ready.”
The family was already calling everyone to breakfast. Lu Cheng quickly got up and put on his clothes, reassuring Ye Jiao that she could take her time.
Translated from Transmigrated into the 1970s, I Became the Tycoon’s Doomed First Wife by Gu Chujiu.