1970s: The Rough Villain Spoils His Wife Rotten After Losing His Memory

[1970s Setting + Delicate but Dramatic Heroine + Amnesiac Pilot Male Lead + Possessive Love + Mutual Purity]

As soon as she opens her eyes, Bai Jiaojiao finds herself transmigrated into the n...

Chapter 23 Dreaming of Us Together (1/2)

They originally lived in a small house, and the sound was so loud that people around them could hear it, and several passers-by looked puzzled.

"It's Chinese New Year, how can you take back the gifts you gave away?"

Aunt Xiao heard someone answer and nodded: "Who knows? Xiaozhou's daughter-in-law is from the city. She is easily influenced and won't listen to any nonsense. How can a country elder like me coax her?"

Xiaozhou's eyes turned cold in an instant.

The neighbor couldn't stand it and said, "Xiaozhou's wife, sometimes people in our village don't listen to us, but they are all kind-hearted. Don't be too picky."

Bai Jiaojiao glanced at Aunt Xiao, who smiled at her innocently, but her eyes were full of calculation and viciousness.

A little girl, how dare she fight with her! She can ruin her reputation in one go!

Bai Jiaojiao's gentle smile was like an early spring breeze, which made people feel warm in their hearts.

Everyone couldn't believe that such a pretty girl would do such an embarrassing thing as asking for the gift back.

Seeing everyone's gazes, Xiaozhou frowned slightly, but seeing the light in the girl's eyes, his brows relaxed a little and he looked at her with a slight smile on his lips.

"Aunt, I respect you as an elder, but you keep scolding Xiaozhou's mother, saying that she is not worthy of dad, and deliberately ask your son to throw rotten eggs at mom, saying that fools don't deserve to live. Is this the upbringing of the villagers?"

Everyone's expression changed at once, and the neighbors looked at Aunt Xiao with a little more contempt.

"Er Zhuang's wife, how can you say such a thing?"

"I didn't, she was just talking nonsense." Aunt Xiao's face darkened. She couldn't believe that a city girl would react so quickly.

Bai Jiaojiao looked hurt: "Aunt, I am a city person, don't my words carry any weight in the village? I just talk nonsense, and your nonsense is true. Is the village so scary?"

She looked at Xiao Zhou with hurt in her eyes, and Xiao Zhou immediately said, "She is like this, the rest of us are not."

"Erzhuang's wife, please stop talking. This is how you ruined the reputation of our village."

"I, it's not like that at all, she was just talking nonsense!" Aunt Xiao couldn't admit it no matter what she said. How could she live in the village in the future?

Bai Jiaojiao wiped her face and her eyes turned red. "Aunt, it's a big festival. If you hadn't gone too far, how could I have dragged Xiaozhou to take all the gifts away? If you don't believe me, you can go to the pond and see that my mother still has rotten eggs thrown by her son on her body. I can't deny it."

"This is my son messing around..."

This statement is too pale and not many people believe it anymore.

Aunt Xiao glared at Bai Jiaojiao with gritted teeth: "Then you also smashed my chair. Is that something a city girl can do?"

"You bullied my mother-in-law, so what if I smashed your chair? If I wasn't strong enough, I would definitely smash your house and see if you dare to scold my mother-in-law again in the future!"

Bai Jiaojiao's voice was soft and sticky, without any deterrent power at all. It sounded like a kitten tickling an itch, which made people subconsciously put her in a weak position, yet at the same time feel that what she said was absolutely right.

"Erzhuang's wife, stop embarrassing yourself. If you can't speak, just shut up. You're only bringing shame to our villagers." The neighbors were completely fed up with her, and a few women even dragged Aunt Xiao into the room.

Bai Jiaojiao was satisfied. She led Xiao Zhou away in a swagger, carrying a bunch of gifts. When passing by other people, she immediately put on a wronged expression and publicized what Aunt Xiao had done. As soon as the people left, she immediately smiled brightly.

"I'm so awesome." Bai Jiaojiao said to herself.

"Jiaojiao is the best."

Someone beside her responded, and she glanced sideways. The man had broad shoulders, standing between the snow and the sky, like a tall and gentle pine or cypress, and his eyes were filled with her in the snow and sunshine.

Plop.

My heartbeat suddenly quickened.

Bai Jiaojiao avoided his gaze in panic, thinking about what she had done today. She was probably like a shrew, teaching a child a lesson and scolding her vicious aunt. How could anyone like her?

Probably, no.

On New Year's Eve, the village suddenly became lively, and almost all the business people in the city returned.