Reborn as the spoiled male wife of the mortal enemy

Nanchun had a bizarre dream.

In the dream, Grandpa traveled far away to find the tomb of the Bai family, but he could not find the body either alive or dead. A Niang and he contracted an unknown strange disease and suffered greatly.

After his mother's death, he was captured by Bai Fugui and imprisoned in a dark dungeon. Bai Fugui's reason was that he was afraid that his strange disease would spread to other people in the village.

It was Bai Xun, the second young master of the Bai family, whom he had always regarded as his mortal enemy, who rescued him from the dungeon despite everyone's opposition and placed him in a villa to take care of him personally.

Bai Xun didn't mind the foul smell of his festering wounds, and applied medicine to him patiently and gently every day. She also made his favorite rice cakes and watched the sunrise and sunset with him.

Let him live like a human being in his last days.

So when Nanchun woke up and saw the anxious Baixun, he didn't hesitate at all. He grabbed Baixun's hand and said eagerly, "I do... I do."

"Awake? How do you feel?" It was the voice of Mr. Mu.

Nan Chun was slightly startled, and then he found himself lying in Bai Xun's arms, and his classmates were surrounding him and looking at him.

He remembered that this was three years ago, when his grandfather had not yet left Baijiazhai to search for the tomb in another place.

He had a fight with Bai Fugui yesterday and got caught in the rain, so he felt dizzy when he woke up in the morning.

After waking up from the dream, he mistakenly thought that Bai Xun had deliberately tripped him and wanted to embarrass him in front of others.

He was so angry that he pushed Bai Xun away and started cursing.

At this moment, Bai Xun felt a little uncomfortable under Nanchun's eager gaze, and he coughed lightly.

He turned around and said unnaturally: "Afu, please send him to Doctor Li!"

"Yes, Second Young Master."

Nanchun covered her pounding chest and thought: Fortunately I didn’t say “I am willing to marry you”, otherwise it would be so embarrassing.

At this time, the Great Witch had not yet proposed that Bai Xun marry him, and they were still in a state of dislike for each other.

When he was carried to the carriage by Bai Xun's servant Afu, he turned around to look at Bai Xun, who looked unhappy, and a group of classmates who were watching the fun.

"Won't you come with me?"

Nanchun's eyes were filled with anticipation, and his tone was softer than ever. Perhaps because of his illness, his nose was stuffy, and he sounded a little coquettish.

"What?" Bai Xun looked at him in surprise.

The students who were watching all opened their eyes wide at the same time, thinking they were hallucinating.

"Ah...um, it's okay."

Nanchun got into the carriage awkwardly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Habits are terrible.

But one second she had just died in Bo Xun's arms, and the next second she had to go back to three years ago and become his mortal enemy...

This is also quite scary.

Was it a dream or did it really happen?

If it was a dream, it was too real.

What if it really happened?

But he is already dead. Is there any chance for him to live again after death?

Nanchun frowned slightly and clenched his fists.

If this is true, then he must protect his grandfather and mother this time and no longer be an enemy of Bai Xun.

A familiar scent of sandalwood wafted into his nose. Bai Xun got on the carriage and sat next to him.

There was chaos outside the carriage.

"Hey?"

"What's happening here?"

"Blackmail, right? Was the Second Young Master being blackmailed by that Nan guy?"

"Afu, let's go! Let's go to the clinic." Bai Xun said as he lowered the curtain.

Nanchun looked at Bai Xun, her nose felt sore and her eyes slightly hot.

This person had just been crying bitterly over his death.

That was the first time he saw Bai Xun cry, big tears, hot and burning.

Now, suddenly back to three years ago.

He was a little afraid to think about what would happen in two years.

Bai Xun leaned sideways and looked out the window expressionlessly, but his ears, which were gradually turning red, betrayed him.

How interesting! It turns out he used to be so tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

Nanchun curled the corners of his lips. His head felt a little heavy and he grabbed Bai Xun's arm in a daze.

"Let me lean on you for a moment."

Bai Xun looked at him, seemingly not understanding what he meant.

Nanchun didn't care what he thought and just lay down with her head resting on Bai Xun's legs.

The familiar touch and smell comforted him.

When they arrived at the clinic, Ah Fu lifted the curtain and was stunned by the scene before him.

Bai Xun touched Nanchun's forehead, frowned and said, "He has a fever."

"Second Young Master, let me carry Master Nan down."

"No, I'll just come."

Nan Chenglin and Song Amei rushed over when they learned that Nan Chun fell ill at school and was sent to the clinic.

When Nanchun saw her grandfather whose life and death were unknown in the previous life and her mother who died from a strange disease, tears fell down her face.

"What's wrong with the child? Is he feeling uncomfortable?" Song Amei touched his face worriedly.

"Grandpa, Mom, it's great that you're both here..."

Nan Chenglin snorted coldly and said, "You little brat, you didn't even pick good weather to fight. It's freezing cold and raining, what are you fighting for?"

Nanchun wiped away her tears and said angrily, "This is all because of that Bai Fugui. He blocked me on my way home. What can I do?"

"Run!" Nan Chenglin took out his pipe and took a puff.

"Only cowards run away!" Nanchun said unconvinced.

"What do you mean by a coward? It's called a man who knows the current situation is a hero! With your temper, you will definitely suffer a great loss in the future!"

Nanchun shut up after hearing that.

I really suffered a great loss in my previous life.

Bo Fugui...

In his previous life, this person dragged him out of his home and threw him into the dungeon without any explanation after he got a strange disease, and then abused and humiliated him in various ways.

If Bai Xun hadn't come to my aid, I would have died in uneasiness.

Bai Xun standing aside frowned, his expression solemn.

"Thank you, Second Young Master, for your help." Song Amei said gratefully.

"You're welcome, Auntie. We were classmates, so it's only natural."

Nan Chenglin sighed and said, "Achun, you should learn from the Second Young Master."

Song Amei felt that Nanchun had become different after he fell ill.

He is now well-behaved, sensible, sweet-mouthed and hardworking. He always likes to hang around her and act coquettishly with her.

"Grandpa, did the old house send a message asking you to go find the tomb?" Nanchun asked.

He knew very little about his grandfather's search for a tomb in his previous life. He only knew that the tomb he was looking for this time was very important. And for some unknown reason, the search had suddenly been moved forward from after the Lunar New Year to before the Lunar New Year. His grandfather had left in a hurry.

"No, now is not a good time to search for the tomb. Even if we want to, we have to wait until spring comes and it gets warmer. Hey, aren't you always not interested in searching for the tomb?"

"I wasn't interested before, but I am now. Grandpa, please tell me more about Xunling." Nanchun said with a smile.

Nanchun's ancestors were not tomb seekers, but tomb keepers. It is said that the tomb they guarded was not just any tomb, but a royal cemetery.

Nan Chenglin would talk about this to Nan Chun every time he had a drink.

How magnificent the imperial mausoleum was, how many rare treasures were in the tomb, how ingenious the mechanisms in the tomb were, how many tomb robbers had died there, how loyal the Nan family were...

Nanchun has heard these stories, whether true or not, countless times since he was a child, and he finds them ridiculous every time he hears them.

Some people brag that their ancestors were royals, some brag that their ancestors were high-ranking officials, and at worst, some people brag that their ancestors were local rich people.

I've never seen anyone brag that their ancestor was a grave keeper...