No end to this?
If this kept going, she was probably going to die right after transmigrating into the book.
She really couldn’t accept dying this way!
Surrounded by soft, fragrant warmth, An Jianjun’s eyes darkened.
His large hand gently brushed over her cheek. When he saw the woman beneath him trying to avoid his touch, he pressed down again.
“Mm…”
Feng Jiaojiao struggled with all her strength. She could barely breathe.
An Jianjun pinned down her restless hands and finally lost the last of his restraint…
After a long while, An Jianjun got up and looked at the woman beneath him.
“Let’s get married.”
Those were the first words An Jianjun said after his mind finally cleared.
His voice was slightly hoarse.
He had to take responsibility for what he had done. He was the one who had dragged her into this mess, and he would treat her well.
Feng Jiaojiao was stunned.
After transmigrating into the book, she was faced with two choices.
The first was to marry An Jianjun, then die in childbirth a year later and make way for the female lead.
The second was not to marry An Jianjun and pretend none of this had ever happened.
But… looking at the state she was in, anyone could tell what had happened.
The moment she stepped outside this courtyard, it wouldn’t even take a few hours before all sorts of rumors started circulating.
What chance did she have then?
What else could she do if she didn’t marry An Jianjun?
This was the 1970s, after all. If things went badly, she might even be branded a “broken shoe”—a woman with a shameful reputation.
Wouldn’t she die an even more miserable death then?
It seemed that no matter what she chose, she was going to die eventually. It was just a matter of sooner or later.
Had she somehow offended the Grim Reaper? Why was he tormenting her like this?
Feng Jiaojiao tried to sit up and get dressed, only to discover that she couldn’t.
Her limbs trembled uncontrollably, and tears of misery streamed down her cheeks. Before long, they had soaked her clothes.
An Jianjun got dressed and glanced at the girl curled up into a soft little ball, quietly crying.
She was in too much pain to dress herself and could only sit there helplessly, tears spilling from her eyes.
His heart softened instantly.
“I… I’ll help you.”
When his large hand touched her delicate skin, he paused for a moment.
And that was when Feng Jiaojiao finally found an outlet for all her pent-up emotions.
“It’s all your fault! This is all your fault! Are you trying to kill me?! Waaaah…”
Feng Jiaojiao angrily pounded her little fists against his chest, which felt as hard as a wall.
Why was she so unlucky?
Fine, she had died. So be it.
But then she had transmigrated into a novel.
Fine, she had transmigrated. But she had become the supporting female character.
She could have at least been an ordinary bystander who watched everything unfold. Why did she have to become a supporting character with such a short life?
Fine, she was a supporting character. Whatever.
At worst, she could just stay away from the male and female leads and live her own little life.
But apparently even Heaven wanted to mess with her.
She had just arrived and had already slept with the male lead.
Did Heaven think she had lived too long?
She was just a miserable office worker. Normally, she was exploited by her boss, worked overtime and stayed up late, got up earlier than a chicken and went to bed later than a dog. She ate worse than a pig and worked harder than a donkey.
She couldn’t handle this kind of outrageous “blessing”!
All she had done was enjoy reading romance novels. That was the one hobby she had left. Who had she offended?
And somehow, she had even transmigrated into one.
What a ridiculous joke!
Feng Jiaojiao’s strength was pitifully weak. To An Jianjun, her soft little punches were no different from a gentle itch, which only made him more uncomfortable.
He grabbed her flailing hands.
“It’s all my fault. I’ll make it up to you. Once you’re feeling better, you can hit me however you want. Let me help you get dressed first.”
An Jianjun was experiencing this for the first time too.
It was his first time helping a girl put on clothes. He had never even dressed his own nieces.
Naturally, he was awkward and clumsy.
Feng Jiaojiao kept squirming and making little sounds of discomfort, refusing to cooperate much, which left him sweating from head to toe.
Feng Jiaojiao thought to herself that this body was actually quite similar to hers.
She was about 163 centimeters tall, with good proportions—long legs and a relatively short upper body.
She wasn’t particularly slender, but rather on the slightly curvier side. She was probably around sixty kilograms, with a notably ample figure.
Her skin was fair, although right now, her entire body was covered in bruises and marks that looked rather alarming.
Still, it wasn’t hard to tell that she had naturally beautiful features.
She was clearly a pampered young woman.
Before transmigrating into the novel, Feng Jiaojiao had also been a pampered girl.
She was an only child, and at home, she had never lifted a finger. She had grown up surrounded by her parents’ unconditional love and care.
But after graduating from university, she no longer enjoyed such treatment.
Once she entered society, no one was going to spoil her anymore.
She had been foolish too.
She had a warm and comfortable home to return to, yet she insisted on going out into the world and making something of herself.
At first, she had been ambitious and full of confidence, convinced that she would make a name for herself and become the pride of her parents.
But eventually, reality slapped her hard across the face and woke her up.
Did she really think surviving in society was something a naive young girl could accomplish just by trying?
In the end, she had surrendered and settled for a job that paid a monthly salary of 3,200 yuan.
At least her life was stable.
She had even made things harder for herself by taking out a mortgage to buy a forty-square-meter studio apartment because she wanted to enjoy living alone.
Every month, she had to make a mortgage payment.
If her parents hadn’t given her 3,000 yuan every month to help her out, she would have been practically starving.
Every day, her routine was simply eating, going to work, eating during her lunch break, going back to work, eating after getting off work, returning home to read novels, then taking a shower and going to bed.
The next day, she would go back to work again.
Day after day, the cycle repeated itself, and several years of her youth passed by like that.
She had thought that was how she would spend the rest of her life.
Who would have thought that after working overtime, she would suddenly die—and then transmigrate into a novel?
But thinking about it carefully…
If this man really was the male lead…
It seemed she hadn’t exactly gotten the short end of the stick.
After all, a man worthy of being the male lead couldn’t possibly be unattractive.
And she was a complete sucker for good looks.
The man standing before her had thick brows, large eyes, and a high, straight nose. His build was sturdy and muscular.
He had to be at least 180 centimeters tall.
Standing in front of her, he made her look like a tiny doll.
His skin wasn’t particularly fair, though.
Well, that made sense. How many soldiers had fair skin? With all that daily training, it would be strange if he weren’t tanned.
An Jianjun was helping her get dressed, and Feng Jiaojiao naturally accepted his assistance without the slightest guilt.
After all, he was responsible for her current state.
What was wrong with making him help her get dressed?
An Jianjun looked helplessly at the little woman in front of him.
Her lips were pursed, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, and she had turned her head away from him with an expression that clearly said she wanted nothing to do with him.
She was obviously angry with him.
But he couldn’t blame her.
What girl could possibly accept something like this?
This really was his fault.
“You…”
Before An Jianjun could finish speaking, Mother An knocked on the window.
“Third Son, come out!”
After hearing that there was no longer any movement from the room opposite hers, Mother An hurriedly called An Jianjun outside.
She needed to figure out exactly what had happened.
Had this female educated youth seduced her son?
Or had her son taken a liking to her?
“Mom…”
“Third Son, this… Hurry up and tell me. What exactly happened?”
Mother An was so anxious that sores had already begun to appear at the corners of her mouth.
How had her son ended up with Feng Jiaojiao, this educated youth?
“Mom… It happened like this. I…”
An Jianjun explained everything.
He told her how Wang Xiaofang had drugged him, how he had forced himself to endure it and return home, and how he had accidentally encountered Feng Jiaojiao before ultimately forcing himself on her.
The moment Mother An heard this, she was furious.
Who would have thought Wang Xiaofang was capable of something like this?
She had never imagined that girl could be so shameless.
“I’m going to the Wang family to settle the score! They were trying to kill you!”
The moment Mother An thought about Wang Xiaofang drugging her son, she became so enraged that she wanted to burn the entire Wang family to the ground.
If word got out about this, wouldn’t her son be reported to his military unit?
If that happened, his entire future would be ruined.