Early summer, 1980.
Summer had set in, and the weather was getting hotter and hotter. Her body felt sticky and uncomfortable every day. Ever since she was peeped at during her last bath, Xu Zhouzhou hadn’t bathed for several days.
She really couldn’t stand it anymore. At dusk, she heard the loudspeaker announce that a new movie had arrived in the village. She figured everyone would be out watching the movie by now.
So, she hurriedly boiled some hot water and carried it to the crude woodshed in the courtyard to take a bath.
She washed hurriedly, not daring to do a thorough scrub. Who would have known that just as she finished, she heard rustling sounds coming from the courtyard outside.
Xu Zhouzhou cursed a storm in her heart. She scooped up the large undershirt next to her, pulled it over her body, grabbed a stick, kicked the door open, and rushed out.
She saw two dark shadows darting away. Looking closely, she saw there was actually a bold one still standing not far away, staring blankly.
What the hell are you looking at? The sky was dark, and Xu Zhouzhou couldn’t see who it was clearly. She swung the stick right at him.
The man dodged sideways, grabbed Xu Zhouzhou’s arm, and said in a deep voice, “I’m not…”
“Not what? You hooligan, you bastard!” Xu Zhouzhou didn’t listen to his explanation and cursed loudly. Since the hand holding the stick was caught by the man, she reached out her other hand to scratch his face. As a result, that hand was also grabbed by the man and twisted behind her back.
“I’m not a hooligan, and I wasn’t peeking!”
The man explained while his two large hands held the woman’s wrists; they were slender yet soft to the touch, feeling slippery and smooth.
“Bah! What hooligan admits he’s a hooligan?”
Her hands were pinned behind her back by the man. She twisted her body, struggling, but couldn’t pull free.
The man felt a softness rubbing against his chest. Just as he looked down in confusion, a sharp pain suddenly shot from his chest straight to his brain.
The woman, unable to use her hands, had actually bitten down on his left chest—and the spot she bit was quite… precise.
“Ngh!” The man let out a muffled grunt, his jaw tightening as he shouted, “Let go.”
Xu Zhouzhou thought, I might not have my hands free, but this lady still has a good set of teeth.
The man’s chest was thick and hard, but that pointy spot she bit was just the right place to sink her teeth into.
Xu Zhouzhou shook her head, mumbling vaguely with her mouth full, “I won’t let go.” I’ll bite you to death, you bastard.
When she shook her head, the pain numbed the man’s skull. Gritting his teeth, he freed a hand and pinched Xu Zhouzhou’s jaw hard.
“Ah!” Xu Zhouzhou cried out in pain and loosened her mouth.
The man pinched her chin, lifting it up, and said in a husky voice, “Look clearly, it’s me.”
Leaning in closer, by the moonlight, Xu Zhouzhou saw the person’s face clearly. She had indeed misunderstood; it was Gu Beizheng—the male lead of the novel she had transmigrated into, Gu Beizheng.
She had been transmigrated into this period novel called The Chief’s Little Pampered Wife of the 80s for nearly half a month now. The original owner, Xu Zhouzhou, shared her name and surname. She was a D-list “cannon fodder” in the book who died by accidentally falling into the water right at the start. Her existence was solely to create an opportunity for the male and female leads to meet.
When she fell into the water, the male lead, military officer Gu Beizheng who had returned to the village to visit family, heroically saved her.
The cannon fodder’s appearance was glossed over in a single stroke, but for the scene where the male lead walked out of the water, the author spent a massive amount of ink describing him—from his dripping hair down to his wide feet, from his robust pectoral and abdominal muscles, all the way to his magnificent unspeakable part.
The male lead’s heroic and mighty wet figure deeply shook the female lead’s heart, causing her feelings of love to overflow uncontrollably.
After the cannon fodder died, no one claimed her body. When the village chief was in a bind, the male lead generously opened his wallet to buy a coffin and pay for her burial.
Grateful for the male lead’s sky-high righteousness, the village chief invited him home for a drink. Coincidentally, the female lead was the village chief’s daughter, who was currently being forced into marriage by her father.
So, taking the opportunity, she drugged the male lead, leading to a night of passion where the “raw rice was cooked”[1]the deed was done jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_1710000_1_1').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_1710000_1_1', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], });.
The male lead had no choice but to marry the female lead. Later, she followed him to the army base, and the two began a shameless life full of “this and that.”
The original “little cannon fodder” was a background character who claimed her lunchbox[2]died jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_1710000_1_2').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_1710000_1_2', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], }); after barely two hundred words of screen time. But who would have guessed that Xu Zhouzhou would transmigrate right at the moment she fell into the water?
She was pulled ashore by the male lead, given CPR and artificial respiration, and by the time she woke up, the little cannon fodder had a new soul inside.
When reading the book, Xu Zhouzhou had complained indignantly: Is the name “Xu Zhouzhou” bad luck? Her own life was miserable enough, but she never expected that even in a web novel, this name was only fit for a cannon fodder who croaked as soon as she appeared.
Who knew that the very next day, she would get into a car accident and transmigrate into the book as this very cannon fodder.
However, the book never mentioned that this little cannon fodder looked quite like this.
Her small face was fair and flawless, and her large eyes seemed to hold water, shimmering like autumn pools. Her figure was curvaceous; when she walked, her hips swayed with her waist, moving left and right—completely at odds with the traditional image of a virtuous woman from a good family.
Not only was her voice low, soft, and beautiful, but those bright, large eyes were slightly nearsighted. When she half-squinted to see things clearly, she radiated an infinite allure—truly soul-snatching without even realizing it.
Yet, as luck would have it, such a beauty was the only “educated youth” left in the village who couldn’t return to the city, living all alone at the Educated Youth Center.
A rose in a barren land: the virtuous kept a respectful distance, while the wicked flocked to her like ducks.
In just the short half-month since Xu Zhouzhou arrived, her windows had been smashed and knocked on several nights. Every night before bed, she latched the door, propped a table against it, and wedged a stick against that, just in case.
After being peeped on during her last bath, she had chased the person out with a stick and was too scared to bathe for days. She had intended to take advantage of the village movie screening, figuring most villagers would be watching it, to quickly carry water for a wash. She never expected it would lead to such a huge misunderstanding.
“Comrade Gu? Oh, my apologies, I didn’t see who it was clearly. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
At this moment, Xu Zhouzhou still had her hands twisted behind her back by Gu Beizheng. When she looked up, her entire body was pressed against the man.
The man’s chest, still numb from the bite, was now pressed against a mass of softness.
Lowering his eyes, he saw the turbulent movement beneath the woman’s loose undershirt, which had been pulled out of shape.
His throat tightened slightly. He released the woman’s wrists and took a small step back.
Xu Zhouzhou rubbed her wrists, which were aching from the pinch, and smiled awkwardly.
“My apologies, I didn’t see clearly. I thought someone was peeping, so…”
Under the moonlight, the woman looked up, her bright eyes shimmering slightly. Her pale, tender face held a trace of apology. Her long hair hung before her chest, dripping water that soaked through her undershirt, outlining a voluptuous silhouette.
Gu Beizheng’s eyes averted her gaze as if they had been scalded. “I already chased those two away.”
So there really was someone. She had indeed seen two dark shadows just now.
“Oh, thank you.”
Xu Zhouzhou scratched her neck and lowered her head awkwardly; even her shadow on the ground seemed embarrassed.
“I’m here to pick up Xiao Tao.”
The man’s deep voice came from above her head.
“Oh, Xiao Tao. Xiao Tao is asleep in the room. I’ll take you to her.”
Xiao Tao was the original owner’s student. The “educated youths” in the village had all returned to the city. At the beginning of this year, the village began implementing the household land contract policy, ending the era of “eating from the big pot”[3]communal dining jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_1710000_1_3').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_1710000_1_3', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], });.
The original owner no longer needed to work in the fields to earn work points, but she couldn’t return to the city either. Lonely and solitary, she had become a superfluous person in the village.
Principal Wang of the village elementary school knew she had a high school education, so he discussed it with the village head and arranged for her to teach at the school.
Xiao Tao was her student, and Gu Beizheng was Xiao Tao’s uncle.
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