She gazed at his tall, broad back. Under the short sleeves, his arms were strong, the muscle lines clearly defined.
He exuded a sense of power.
But… this man was far too cold.
As they walked, she suddenly felt a chill at her wrist.
Looking down, she saw the bracelet she was wearing—
It was the same one she had worn back in the modern world.
Su Xiaowan stared at the bracelet, stunned for a long moment.
Then, a line of small text appeared beside it:
[Space—Unlock more items by increasing intimacy. Each point of intimacy adds more goodies to the space!]
It was a personal space!
And it was a special kind of space where she had to raise intimacy to unlock resources.
But… with whom should she increase intimacy?
Could it be… Lu Hanzhou?
Su Xiaowan immediately lifted her head, her eyes locking intensely on Lu Hanzhou.
At that moment, he happened to turn around and met her burning gaze.
He frowned, his voice low and cold: “Su Xiaowan, let’s get a divorce.”
“I won’t agree!” Su Xiaowan shouted without thinking.
She had just arrived in this strange world, didn’t know anything, and now had this weird functional space.
Before figuring out the situation, she couldn’t make any rash decisions!
Lu Hanzhou’s gaze was icy, sharp enough to seem like it could see right through her.
He pressed his thin lips together, his tone distant: “Isn’t this exactly what Yishou wanted? Now, what game are you playing?”
Su Xiaowan felt bitter. This was clearly the mess the original owner had caused, and now she had to deal with it.
She recalled the nasty things the original owner had said to Lu Hanzhou:
“You’re worthless. Marrying you was a mistake—I’ll report your whole family if you don’t divorce me.”
Her eyes involuntarily fell on Lu Hanzhou’s arm, where faint bruises remained.
Those were from a few days ago, when the original owner had hit him with a wooden stick during an argument.
Su Xiaowan hurriedly covered her forehead, feigning distress: “Just consider it a moment of madness before. But now, darling, I’ve realized something—I don’t want a divorce anymore. I just want to have a good life with you.”
She reached out and looped her arm through his.
Feeling his strong muscles and visible veins, she couldn’t help but admire: what a body!
She even gently pinched him.
Lu Hanzhou’s brow furrowed, and his expression instantly darkened.
This woman had no sense of shame—calling him “darling” in public and groping him like that!
He turned and started to walk away.
Seeing that he didn’t insist on divorce anymore, Su Xiaowan finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to follow him.
On the way back, Su Xiaowan kept curiously observing the surroundings.
It was the spring plowing season in Sanxi. The fields were full of busy figures, planting rice seedlings and sowing crops.
Su Xiaowan grew up in the city and had never seen such a rural scene—everything looked so new and interesting.
The houses along the way also felt unfamiliar.
Most were low, mud-brick houses that looked quite old.
Many walls had large slogans painted on them, like “Labor Creates Happiness.”
She followed Lu Hanzhou all the way to the Lu family home.
But no sooner had they stepped into the courtyard than something came flying at her! Su Xiaowan instinctively dodged.
The object hit the wall with a loud “thud.”
Turning her head, she saw—it was a small stool!
“Brother! Why did you bring this woman back again?” a clear, angry voice rang out.
“She’s been making Mom sick in bed all this time. Do you want to drive her to death too?”
Su Xiaowan looked up and saw Lu Hanzhou’s sister, Lu Yanxi.
The Lu family courtyard was spacious, the house itself sizable—probably around 150 square meters.
Chickens pecked the ground, and a small black dog was tied up in the yard.
In the middle of the courtyard stood a round-faced girl with two braids, about eighteen or nineteen, wearing a floral cotton jacket. She had her hands on her hips, glaring angrily at Su Xiaowan.
This was none other than Lu Hanzhou’s younger sister, Lu Yanxi.
“Enough, Yanxi. Don’t speak to your sister-in-law like that,” Lu Hanzhou’s mother, Zhang Meiju, said softly, stepping out of the inner room with a slight cough.
Zhang Meiju’s health was poor; she looked extremely thin.
Seeing them, Su Xiaowan’s mind flashed with memories.
A few days ago, the original owner had angered Zhang Meiju so much she fell ill. Though she looked a bit better today, her face was still pale and bloodless.
Lu Yanxi quickly went over to support her mother but still glared at Su Xiaowan.
“I say, she’s nothing but trouble. Always shouting about divorce. Why not just let my brother divorce her?”
Su Xiaowan understood why Lu Yanxi hated her.
Before marriage, the original owner had been especially nice to Lu Yanxi to get close to Lu Hanzhou. But after marriage, she changed completely, ordering Lu Yanxi around constantly. Even worse, the original owner had reported Lu Yanxi at work, trying to force Lu Hanzhou to divorce.
Fortunately, everything was later clarified, and Lu Yanxi didn’t lose her job.
But after that, Lu Yanxi completely despised her.
Su Xiaowan felt wronged—she was herself, not the original owner. None of these things were her doing.
“I won’t divorce. Absolutely not,” Su Xiaowan said softly.
Both Zhang Meiju and Lu Yanxi froze at her words.
“Xiaoxiao, are you sure you’ve thought this through?” Zhang Meiju asked, disbelief in her eyes.
“Yes, I’ve thought it through,” Su Xiaowan said with a gentle smile. “I want to live happily with Hanzhou.”
She even reached out and held Lu Hanzhou’s hand.
His hands were large, with a thin layer of calluses from years of training—so different from her soft hands.
The touch… was actually quite pleasant.
Su Xiaowan unconsciously ran her fingers lightly over his palm.
Lu Hanzhou’s fingers stiffened slightly at her touch, then he gripped her hand firmly, not letting her move it.
Su Xiaowan couldn’t help but smile.
This man… even after being married so long, still got shy over a handhold.
Seeing them holding hands, Lu Yanxi covered her face and whispered to her mother, “Mom, look at them! How embarrassing!”
“In our own home, what’s there to be embarrassed about?” Zhang Meiju lightly patted her daughter.
“That’s right,” Su Xiaowan added, deliberately leaning closer to Lu Hanzhou, her shoulder brushing his. “We’re husband and wife. Why be shy in our own home?”
Lu Hanzhou felt her soft body press against him, along with a faint, pleasant scent.
His expression immediately darkened, his brows knitting tightly.
“You, come with me.” He grabbed her arm and led her into the inner room.
Their bedroom was in the corner, about ten square meters, reasonably spacious.
Inside were an old wooden bed and a worn wardrobe. Only the dressing table in the corner looked brand new, its paint still shiny.
It had been specially purchased by the Gu family when they married.
On the table were a comb and a box of snow cream—gifts Lu Hanzhou had bought for her.
It was clear that at the beginning, he had wanted to live happily with her. Only later…
Lu Hanzhou closed the door and approached Su Xiaowan.
For some reason, she felt a little nervous around him now and instinctively took two steps back.
Seeing this, Lu Hanzhou stopped, his voice deep and stern: “Since you’ve decided to stay, you’ll behave from now on.”
His words carried a warning.