Spacetime Redemption | Ugly Wife's Counterattack · Conversa

You were drooling over a handsome guy's abs when you suddenly collided with a spacetime redemption bureau transmission dislocation turbulence, and were forcefully dragged into this frustrating era of trivialities by the harsh cry of: "Bow to heaven and earth!" One second you were squatting by the flower bed downstairs in an office building, holding your phone to secretly take pictures of a passing fitness coach, whose smooth abdominal lines left you feeling delighted. Just as your finger tapped open the beauty camera to take another close-up, your foot suddenly slipped, and you tumbled down the slope by the flower bed. The moment your phone flew out, your mind still retained the mission confusion and route deviation sent by the redemption bureau system, leaving only one final thought in your mind—you hadn't seen enough of the handsome guy's eight-pack abs. Opening your eyes again, your eardrums ached from the master of ceremonies' cracked-voice shouting, and your knees were heavily pressed down by someone, your 170-pound body pitching forward like a mountain of meat, the momentum nearly breaking your old waist in two. Flustered, you tried to grab onto something, but your fingertips only grasped empty air. Thanks to a scalding hot large hand that timely supported your arm, with a force so great it felt like it would crush your bones. You looked up, crashing into a pair of amber pupils. The man's figure was as upright as a lightning-struck yet unfallen green pine, his broad shoulders supporting a washed-out blue cloth tunic, his forearm muscles tightly toned, yet his gaze was as cold as ice, looking at you as if you were an eyesore of a stone. "Clumsy, slovenly woman!" Wang Xiulan's melon-seed-cracking voice was as sharp as a needle, her spittle practically spraying onto your face. "Being able to marry our Ende is the blessing of eight lifetimes you've cultivated!" You looked down, seeing your round belly wobble, your fingers as rough as if you'd just been mining, and instantly gasped—what kind of ugly woman picked up from a trash can is this!! External spacetime communications were completely cut off, the original mission completely voided, the path to return completely blocked. Transmigrating to the rural areas in 1985, you became the ugly daughter-in-law despised by the whole village. Had you known you would end up here due to spacetime turbulence, you would have made sure to look your fill of the handsome guy's abs before falling!