The reborn of paranoid boss cannon fodder wife(intro+chapter 1)

 

Bai Lu opened her eyes and found herself as the young wife of a big shot.

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Upon their first meeting, despite the traces of time showing in the corners of his eyes, the man's handsome and charming appearance still stunned at first sight. His ruthlessness, coldness, and indifference were all hidden beneath the deep and silent cold eyes. The deliberately created hypnotic atmosphere had no effect on him.

His consciousness was clear, watching her calmly.

Bai Lu had always been a well-behaved child in other people's homes, obedient and sensible, following her parents' instructions. After graduating, she worked as a psychological hypnotist in an orderly manner.

If it weren't for accidentally discovering that her father was involved in an international case being investigated, related to Xiao Cheng, she wouldn't have taken risks trying to hypnotize him to extract relevant clues.

She had seen Xiao Cheng's information—his father was addicted to gambling, his mother abandoned him at the age of three, and shortly after his father remarried, both his stepmother and father passed away, leaving behind a younger brother who later went missing.

Xiao Cheng, alone, crawled out of darkness, starting from scratch. His psychological defenses were too strong, and Bai Lu was no match for him. Hypnosis only managed to retrieve part of his memories before unexpectedly being interrupted.

During the second appointment, the plane she was on unfortunately went missing in the Bermuda Triangle.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back over twenty years ago.

She became the prematurely deceased young wife of Xiao Cheng...

What was even more unexpected was that the seemingly ruthless dragon also had a gentle side, willing to transform into thorns to protect her, allowing her rose to bloom brilliantly.

Novel keywords: 90s, the cannon fodder wife of a paranoid big shot reincarnated, 

Chapter 1: I Want to Marry You

"I want to marry you."

The girl stood at the doorstep with a bulging old cloth bag on her back, her delicate voice barely audible, and the morning breeze made her slender figure shiver.

Nervousness mixed with fear adorned her face, and she dared not even lift her head, let alone make eye contact with him.

Xiao Cheng, hands in his pockets, leaned against the door frame, a cigarette dangling from his ear. His demeanor exuded nonchalance, and his deep eyes were filled with a distant coldness. Cold, piercing gaze swept over her, and a casual smirk played on his lips.

"Not interested."

With that, he walked away, long strides taking him outside.

The cold wind brushed past the girl, making her shiver even more. Her voice, now a few degrees higher, declared, "I'm pregnant."

She quickly opened the washed-out cloth bag, pulled out a crumpled report, and tremblingly handed it to Xiao Cheng. Confronting his gloomy expression, she immediately lowered her head.

"Y-yes, it's yours..."

Suddenly, thunderous knocking interrupted the unfolding scene.

The recollection was cut off, and Bai Lu rubbed her throbbing temples, sitting up on a wooden bed, holding an unopened green plastic bottle in her hand.

"open the door!"

The knocking, accompanied by the angry voice of a young boy.

Bai Lu raised the old cotton mosquito net, observing the simple, poor, and unfamiliar surroundings.

Finally, she had to accept—

She had transmigrated to the 1990s!

Moreover, she had transmigrated into the notorious town bully's wife, sharing the same name as her—Bai Lu.

On the wooden table, in the mirror, the girl with tousled hair had fair skin, bright and pure watery eyes, delicate features, and a clean appearance, nearly identical to her, but her body was thinner and frailer.

Outside, the door was being knocked again with the furious voice of Xiao Wei, the half-brother of the despised bully Xiao Cheng.

The door, without a latch, could be easily opened with a bit of force.

Seven-year-old Xiao Wei, short and frail, with a pot-covered head, rushed in. Wearing yellowed old clothes that hung loosely on his body, his complexion was good, with a bun-like face that was slightly flushed.

Probably irritated, he glared fiercely at Bai Lu's green bottle.

Xiao Wei snatched the green bottle, grabbed the crumpled paper tightly in his other hand, and threw it at Bai Lu.

Giving her an intense glare, he ran out.

Bai Lu, confused, unfolded the crumpled paper in her hand.

Old coins, worth five or ten cents each, were scattered. Although old, they were smooth and neatly folded into small paper balls with clear creases, totaling twenty yuan.

Due to family issues, Xiao Cheng and Xiao Wei had a strained relationship. Xiao Wei was afraid of Xiao Cheng and seldom bothered him, as Xiao Cheng frequently stayed away from home.

This should be the money Xiao Wei had saved from collecting scrap, intending to use it for buying school supplies or something similar.

Forced by circumstances, he had no choice but to hand it over to her with resentment.

"What a tragedy!"

Bai Lu sighed, stood up, and walked out.

In the remote southern border town, due to various reasons including its geographical location, it missed out on the benefits of economic development during the reform and opening up. The streets were still filled with houses made of blue bricks and black tiles.

In the main hall, there was an Eight Immortals table with four long benches corresponding to the four directions, creating an orderly layout.

An ancient clock on the wall, with both long and short hands pointing to eleven, chimed with a deep and distant sound.

"Dang, dang, dang..."

The yellowed calendar was blown by the wind.

March 23, 1997, Sunday.

Heavy rain poured outside, accompanied by thunder and lightning. When Bai Lu entered the kitchen, Xiao Wei was sitting in front of the stove, heating water.

On the stove were several eggs and only a few condiments—salt, oil, and soy sauce with a thin layer at the bottom of the bottle, covered in dust.

Who knows how long it had been since they were last used.

After heating the pot, Xiao Wei inserted a few long bamboo sticks into the stove and brushed off the ashes from his hands.

Lifting a small stool, he placed it in front of the stove and prepared to fry eggs.

"Let me do it."

Bai Lu handed the money back to Xiao Wei, took the oil bottle, and poured a circle of oil into the pot.

As the oil heated up, she started cracking the first egg.

Xiao Wei was surprised, shocked, staring at her with wide eyes, frozen in place.

It wasn't until he was sure that she wasn't joking that he carefully folded the money and put it back into his pocket.

Just as he stepped down from the small stool, there was a "bang." A piece of black tile fell into the pot.

Shattered into pieces.

The egg just cracked in the pot, splashing with rainwater and debris from the broken tile. The mixture of black, white, and yellow filled the pot with fragments.

Bai Lu, who had grown up with a comfortable life in the 21st century, was stunned by this unprecedented scene!

She held a ladle in one hand and a handful of eggshell in the other, looking down at the debris in the pot.

Then she looked up at the broken hole in the tile roof.

Stunned for three seconds.

She finally turned her head and looked at Xiao Wei, who was equally stunned, and asked, "This..."

"How did this happen?"

Xiao Wei, with a pained expression, looked at the mess in the pot. If the fire had been stronger, the eggs would have solidified immediately and might still be edible.

Unfortunately, now it was a waste.

Leaking roofs were common, but he had never seen tiles falling directly into a pot.

"I'll go get the cooking pot and replace this one. We can use it for now. Later, when the rain is lighter, I'll go up to the roof and see..."

Before she could finish her sentence, there was another "bang."

This time, several pieces of tiles fell together, and even the bricks supporting the tiles came crashing down, smashing the pot.

A flame shot up from the egg-sized hole, and it was extinguished by the pouring rain in the blink of an eye.

Bai Lu and Xiao Wei were standing close, splattered with black rain and dust, getting wet all over.

The two hurriedly moved intact items, such as condiment bottles, remaining eggs, and the rice pot, to the adjacent firewood room. They also took the enamel washbasin to the stove to catch rainwater.

The basin was too small, filling up in no time. They had to switch to a larger bathing basin, barely enough to last a bit longer.

After bustling about, their clothes were mostly soaked, and their hair was wet.

The kitchen was on the left side of the main house, not a unified structure but separate tile-roofed houses: one for storing firewood, one for cooking, and one small one for sheltering from the rain.

After changing clothes, Bai Lu wiped her damp hair with the dry corner of her clothes and went to the firewood room to clean the pot lid, continuing to fry eggs.

The conditions were too harsh.

They could only make the best use of what they had.

After frying the eggs, she stir-fried some vegetables. Although there was no meat, it was barely enough for two people to eat their fill.

In fact, although Xiao Cheng rarely came home, he sent money for household expenses every month. However, the original owner always managed everything alone and never used the money to improve their living conditions.

It was all saved for something else.

After dinner, the pouring rain turned into a drizzle.

Bai Lu opened a rusty old umbrella and, before leaving, instructed Xiao Wei, "I'm going out to buy a pot. You stay at home and don't go to the roof. I'll be back soon."

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—Linglong Separator—

The main characters are mentally and physically clean, 1v1.

The pregnancy is a misdiagnosis, the drunken night is a misunderstanding. The truth will be gradually revealed later on. Please stay tuned, and thank you for your support!

Author: Tang Linglong

Category: Romance novels

Translated by: xvxd

Status: Completed

   

  

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