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"The Duan Clan still married this little widow out."

"Such a grown man, if I don't marry him, would I be able to raise me for a lifetime?"

"Aiyo, one of them is dead. Who else are we going to harm?"

"I heard that third brother Liu Family hasn't gotten married yet, about twenty years of age. He probably has some sort of hidden ailment …"

When Duan Xiaohe opened her eyes, he heard these scattered words. When she got up from the palanquin, she knocked her head, causing her to quiver in pain.

Startled, she stretched out her hands in front of her. As soon as she stretched out her hand, the nanny slapped it back impolitely.

"Be more orderly and sit well."

F * ck! What was going on?

A spirit caused Duan Xiaohe to have a different feeling, her memories that belonged to the original owner slowly became clearer. Before the original owner died, he had already married someone once, and on the day of her marriage, she had already become a widow. Now, she unexpectedly transmigrated onto the body of this widow, and even remarried in her place …

Marriage in the countryside was a big deal, but it also depended on which family's daughter the family married. The Liu Family door in front of them was opened crooked, and a small set of red firecrackers was hanging on top of it. Because Duan Xiaohe was a widow, Liu Family did not invite any guests, and the courtyard was empty, she did not see the groom coming out to receive him.

Duan Xiaohe said in her heart. In the twenty-first century, for a poor person like Liu Family to be able to marry a wife, that was not true love.

"The new wife has entered."

The wedding nanny shouted as she dragged Duan Xiaohe inside. Only then did she take out a dark man from the room beside the main house. She uncomfortably pulled on the red satin and kept looking in their direction.

This was the Liu San.

Liu San's face was a little ugly, he unwillingly walked over and grabbed Duan Xiaohe's wrist. His strength was as great as an ox, and in that sudden attack, he almost tore off her arm.

Duan Xiaohe looked through the bridal veil at the big black hand that was pulling him, and was a little afraid. Forget about the crude person, since his hands were already so black, what kind of face did he have …

Duan Xiaohe lifted her handkerchief and glanced at the Liu San, her body swaying, and she cursed in her heart.

Liu San didn't even know how to wash his face clean during such a happy day. It was as if he just climbed out of a coal mine, with his red wedding suit hanging down on his body, he was as sloppy as he could be, as perfunctory as he could be.

On a day of great joy, you should at least put on an act!

Seeing her looking at him, Liu San's face turned red, and she immediately let go of her wrist that could only touch bones, not daring to touch it. Even though he was separated by a layer of cloth, he could feel the smooth skin on his hand. It made his heart itch.

She felt dizzy and his stomach felt like it was on fire. As a table full of food floated before her eyes, Duan Xiaohe started to salivate.

"I want to eat!"

After saying that last word, she smashed it down onto the ground. The only dowry and phoenix hairpin that she had on her head fell beside Liu San's feet just like that.

When he woke up, there was no light in the room. There was a crack in the wall and moonlight shone in from outside, causing the room to look hazy.

Duan Xiaohe was afraid in her heart, and she cried out.

Someone quietly got off the brick bed and lit a candle. He casually picked up the two corn noodle noses on the table, turned around and stuffed them into her hands. He then rubbed his hands together and looked at them.

"Eat."

Duan Xiaohe looked at the two lumps of hair in her hands and smacked the corner of her eye.

His heart skipped a beat. This was that damned Liu San who crawled out from the coal heap.