The thing that Fang Ying regretted the most in her previous life was marrying her ex-boyfriend's uncle in a moment of confusion.

As a result, the day after their wedding, her husband went off to war, and half a year later, he was no more.

She was still a young lady and had unexpectedly become a widow.

Now, fortunately, she has reincarnated on... her wedding night!

"Why couldn't I have gone back one more day!" Fang Ying banged her head against the wall in frustration.

"You're awake?" A cold voice echoed.

Fang Ying stiffly turned around, looking at the handsome face close to hers.

Lin Ming was as handsome, suave, and beautiful as she remembered, the most good-looking man she had ever seen in her former life!

"Do you regret it?" His icy voice sprayed on her face.

Fang Ying shivered, squirming under the blanket.

The single bed creaked under the weight.

"No, no!" Fang Ying hesitated for a few seconds before she couldn’t help but ask, "Uncle, why did you marry me?"

She has been pondering this question for two lifetimes.

For some reason, Lin Ming chuckled. His smile was dazzling like a shooting star, making her heart tremble.

Sadly, she didn't get the chance to fully admire that mesmerizing smile before it disappeared.

His voice was still cold, looking at the big and cute eyes exposed outside the quilt, he said indifferently, "It was obviously you who were crying your heart out, begging me to marry you so that you would not have to go to the countryside. Did you forget?"

Fang Yinxue's fair face was a little hot, of course she remembered!

It was 1974 now, she was in her senior year, 18 years old.

She originally had a childhood sweetheart as a boyfriend, whose family was a bit better off, and helped her get a recommendation for the worker-peasant-soldier college students.

Originally, she was supposed to go to college in a few months, no need to go to the countryside.

But the day before yesterday, she saw her stepmother's brought up daughter, Fang Tian, on her boyfriend's bed.

After a chaos, the two knelt down and begged her to give up, to give her college seat to Fang Tian, and then she would go to the countryside for Fang Tian.

It didn't matter whether going to the countryside was harsh or not, the key was that she couldn't swallow this humiliation!

Expecting her to go to the countryside for Fang Tian? Why? She wouldn't!

But in 1974, jobs were very difficult to find.

And her plan to go to college also fell through.

Her somewhat competent but aloof biological father would not get another recommendation letter for her through the back door.

So the only option left was to get married.

If she married, she wouldn't have to go to the countryside.

Coincidentally, her ex-boyfriend, Lin Hong's uncle Lin Ming, was home on vacation, and she saw him.

Lin Ming was the perfect choice, completely suppressing Lin Hong in all aspects. Taller and more handsome than him, he is also a military man, and rumor has it he got several promotions for his achievements!

Only five years older than her, marrying him would not lose her face, but instead incite envy among people, and conveniently vex Lin Hong.

Fang Ying then purchased a bottle of Erguotou at the cooperative store, downed it in one gulp and cornered Lin Ming in the alley...

As for how she pleaded, she honestly could not recall.

Perhaps the embarrassment was too much that her brain naturally blocked it out.

No matter what, she was the one who behooved this marriage, and she accepted it!

Yet, should he really agree just because she pleaded? Is he that gullible?

"I mean…"

Fang Ying wanted to continue questioning, but felt it was no longer necessary. After all, he had already reported to the leader, the marriage certificate was already torn, and he had taken her home and tucked her into bed. It's too late for any words.

Now, she should figure out how not to become a widow!

In this lifetime, she would strive to change his fate of dying young.

However, if she can not change it, she ought to taste what it's like to be a woman at least once!

Not to carry the title of a widow yet not even having had the chance to lay a finger on him!

If she could leave an heir for him, that would be even better.

“What do you want to say?" Lin Ming asked.

"I'm cold..." Fang Ying's voice was somewhat trembling... emotional.

Eat meat! She wants to eat meat!

Lin Ming hesitated for a moment, extending his long arm, the quilt that was on him fell on her quilt, covering just the edges.

Northern people are like this, they use single-person quilts, even couples don't share one, because it will let in wind in winter.

Fang Ying....

Such a hardcore man! Single-minded!

"Still cold." She said.

Lin Ming's eyes flickered, reaching out his hand, he tucked the corner of her quilt.

.....Fang Ying closed her eyes, sliding her foot into his quilt.

Her icy feet stuffed between his legs... she immediately relaxed, unconsciously moaned, her voice was unintentionally delicate...

Suddenly, she felt her foot tightly squeezed!

Fang Ying chuckled under the quilt, thinking he was like a monk, but there was a reaction after all, this would be easy!

But, Lin Ming remained motionless, no other reaction...

Oh, he tucked the part of her foot that was letting in wind again.

Fang Ying.....

"There's no other way, you forced me into this!"

"Uncle, is the legendary wedding night supposed to be spent sleeping like this? Or do you have any untold secret? In the legends... Can't you?"

Fang Ying instantly felt the breath of the person next to her intensify!

However, after 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds....

There was still no reaction...

"Really, can't you?" Fang Ying was disappointed. Was this how her life was going to be?

The very next second, her quilt was lifted. A shadow descended upon her.

"Little girl, watch your words...."

"Click," the bulb went out.

Two hours later, the long-neglected wooden bed finally gave way....

Lin Ming awkwardly got up, went to the woodshed, took a few blocks of wood, and hastily fixed the bed.

An hour later, the patched-up bed collapsed again....

Fix it again!

Yet another hour later, Fang Ying groaned as she fell into the pile of wood, pleading," Okay, okay, I get it! You've proved your point! Please spare me, I want go to sleep!"

Lin Ming didn't say anything, he simply went out to find more robust wood for the bed.

There really wasn't any decent wood left, so this time the makeshift bed only held up for half an hour before it collapsed.

Relieved, Fang Ying, wrapped in her quilt, fell into a deep sleep.

How Lin Ming managed to piece together a bed, how he moved her onto it, and whether he touched her afterwards, she had no idea.

...

Daybreak came, and Fang Ying was woken by the cold.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw the bright red "double happiness" character on the window, the cramped room, the mildewy walls, and the dangling bulb.

In the room were only a table, a chair, a bed, and a sink.

This was actually the servant's quarters in the Lin family courtyard she had resided for a few years, just a tiny room by the courtyard gate.

Now, it housed the "young mistress" of the Lin family.

Fang Ying laughed heartily with excitement, she really had been reborn!

"Why aren't you up yet! Laughing to yourself in the room like a lunatic, what a sight you make! No wonder Lin Hong doesn't want you. I don't know what got into Lin Ming's head that he married you, a fat girl, but I must say, you, a fat girl, sure know how to wrap men around your finger, up all night because of you..."

A woman’s voice echoed annoyingly from outside the room, although she muttered the last part under her breath.

Fang Ying recognised it as Lin Ming's stepmother, Li Meihua's voice.

Fang Ying's eyes narrowed as she sat up to get dressed.

However, as soon as she lowered her gaze, she noticed a jade bracelet on her wrist, gleaming green, clearly a quality piece.

The same thing happened in her previous life as well, although nothing happened at night, when she woke up, the jade bracelet was also on her wrist.

This was the family heirloom that Lin Ming's mother had left for him, and was also her golden ticket.

Inside it was a small compartment.