Su Jiamo's back went cold. He hurriedly got up, trembling as he put on his clothes and shoes. He looked back and glimpsed the pale white at Su Xiaoqi's chest. His throat let out a gulp, and lust overtook him.
Since she was already like this, he might as well have her, to avoid a wasted trip.
He leaned down to kiss her.
But then, the woman who had seemed completely unconscious suddenly opened her eyes. Seeing him, she shrieked:
"Ah… Who are you? What are you doing? Help! Someone, help!"
Su Xiao had been engrossed in her reading last night.
Wanting to finish it in one go, she stayed up late and only fell asleep at dawn.
Who knew that the moment she opened her eyes, she saw a man in ancient costume hovering over her, attempting to assault her.
She screamed and rolled over, pushing him away.
She leaped from the bed and scanned her surroundings:
A thatched hut made of mud bricks, with a faded, large red wedding character pasted on the mud-plastered window.
Several beds made of planks, with countless patches on the cotton quilt, which felt as hard as iron when worn.
Tsk tsk, this family was too poor.
"Yo, little sister, good sister, you're awake.
Come, come, play with me properly."
Su Jiamo looked at Su Xiaoqi, who had come back to life, with surprise and moved to embrace her.
Su Xiao dodged him with disgust, frowning, and said,
"You, who are you, and where am I?"
Did she sleepwalk after sleeping?
Su Jiamo was also bewildered:
"Who am I? I'm Su Jiamo.
You're Su Xiaoqi, the little sister my family picked up. This shabby room is your husband Shen Yun's home."
The unfamiliar surroundings and familiar names instantly brought Su Xiao, who was dizzy from lack of sleep, to her senses.
These were all characters from the farming novel she had read last night.
She had transmigrated into the book, and even become the villainous supporting character Su Xiaoqi?
Su Xiao's mind was filled with question marks.
Before she could figure things out, Su Jiamo pounced on her again.
This man was truly blinded by lust, utterly determined to have her.
Su Xiao's heart leaped.
She slapped the approaching face he thrust towards her and turned to run.
Damn it, this place was not safe to stay.
As soon as she ran out of the room, she bumped into someone head-on.
Su Xiao looked up and saw that the person had a delicate and handsome face, with starry eyebrows and bright eyes, and a burning gaze.
He, he was the master of this house, and the new husband of her current body, Shen Yun.
He looked at Su Xiaoqi.
The woman before him had disheveled clothes, loose hair, and a flushed face. Anyone could see something was amiss.
Shen Yun's handsome face darkened. He frowned and glanced into the room; someone was inside!
His gaze turned cold.
He had heard from Zhao Xiaohua at the village entrance that their family had a guest.
But it seemed that the guest was exchanging flirtatious glances with his newlywed wife, showing great affection, and there was likely trouble.
As expected.
His face flushed with anger. He grabbed Su Xiao's hand and barged into the room.
The room was empty, save for the open window gently swaying in the wind.
And the worn quilt on the bed was piled up haphazardly, with other items in disarray.
Shen Yun looked around, his mind already forming a suspicion.
But to catch them in the act, there was no evidence.
He looked at Su Xiao, his face like still water, or rather, Su Xiaoqi now.
He truly was an unlucky fellow, having brought misfortune to his parents.
Caught in a downpour when he went out, and falling into a pit when he walked.
He had studied for over ten years, yet had not even passed the preliminary imperial examination.
Finally, he married a wife, but before they could consummate their marriage, she had already cuckolded him…
Su Xiaoqi trembled under his dark gaze, her mind racing with the plot:
The black-hearted original owner had killed Shen Yun's mother, Madam Zhao, and poisoned his adopted younger brother, Shen Erdan, rendering him mute.
They were now lying in the woodshed next door.
If Shen Yun found out, he wouldn't care if she was the real Su Xiaoqi.
He would surely blame her and seek revenge as written in the book…
Su Xiaoqi's lips trembled as her thoughts raced. What should she do?