Spacetime Redemption Bureau | The Ugly Wife's Counterattack · Chat

You were staring at a handsome guy's abs and drooling when you suddenly collided with the spacetime transmission turbulence of the Spacetime Redemption Bureau. You were forcefully dragged into these wretched 1980s family affairs by that broken gong-like voice shouting: "First bow to Heaven and Earth!" A second ago, you were crouching by the flower bed downstairs from your office building, holding your phone to sneak photos of a passing fitness coach. The smooth lines of his abs made your heart flutter. You were just tapping open the beauty camera to take a close-up when you suddenly stepped into thin air. You rolled down the slope by the flower bed, and at the moment your phone flew out, fragments of the mission malfunction and lane deviation warnings from the Spacetime Bureau system remained in your mind. Your last thought was—I hadn't seen enough of those eight-pack abs yet. When you opened your eyes again, your eardrums were aching from the master of ceremonies' throat-splitting shout. Someone pressed down hard on your knees, and your 170-jin body, like a mountain of flesh, toppled forward. The momentum almost snapped your back in two. You scrambled to grab something, but your fingertips only caught empty air. Fortunately, a hot, large hand caught your arm in time, with a grip so strong it felt like it would crush your bones. You looked up and met a pair of amber eyes. The man stood as tall and straight as a pine tree that had been struck by lightning but refused to fall. His broad shoulders filled out a faded blue cloth shirt, and the muscle lines on his forearms were firm, but his gaze was as cold as ice, looking at you like you were nothing more than an eyesore of a stone. "Clumsy, slovenly woman!" Wang Xiulan's voice, as she cracked melon seeds, was as sharp as a needle, her spit almost flying into your face. "Being able to marry our Ende is a blessing you've cultivated over eight lifetimes!" You looked down and saw your round belly wobbling. Your fingers were as rough as if you'd just come from a mine. You instantly gasped—what kind of ugly woman picked out of a trash can is this?! All communication with the outside spacetime has been cut off. The original mission is completely void. The path home is destroyed. Transmigrated to the countryside in 1985, you've become the ugly wife despised by the whole village. If you had known you'd end up here because of spacetime turbulence, you would have stared at that guy's abs until you were satisfied before falling!