Reencarnação nos Anos 70: A Esposa Picante Toma o Controle

Late winter, 1975.

The biting wind howled, draping everything in a silvery sheen. A cold draft slipped through the crack of the window, and Xia Niannian tightened her collar against it.

Through the glass, she saw the bandaged head frowning. She clearly remembered just returning from a peacekeeping mission when the plane crashed.

Now, upon waking, she found herself in a room resembling a hospital ward from the seventies or eighties, still hooked up to an IV, her head shattered open.

By all rights, she should have been nothing but bones, yet here she was, alive and standing.

Her wrist was as thin as a twig—how could it possibly belong to her?

Unable to comprehend, Xia Niannian chose not to waste her mind on it.

She stepped back to the bedside and sat down. Just as she was about to pull the blanket over herself, there was a loud bang as the ward door was flung open. The doorknob slammed against the wall and bounced back.

Before she could react, a woman who had just entered slammed a red booklet onto the bed in front of her.

“The marriage certificate has been processed. If you want to die, go die at the Gu family’s, and stop embarrassing the Xia family.”

“Your nerve is growing bold! You even dared to roll down the stairs with me. How come you didn’t die this time? Why not climb higher, jump from the roof? Rolling down stairs won’t kill you?”

Xu Aiqin’s torrent of curses was automatically tuned out by Xia Niannian. She extended her uninjured hand, picked up the red booklet, and flipped it over. The bold charact