Reborn as the spoiled male wife of the mortal enemy

Nan Yue ultimately couldn't make it and passed away in the summer when she was ten years old.

Nanchun looked at Bai Xun, who had come to the funeral with the head of the Bai family, dressed in a white robe. He tried hard to find some sadness on Bai Xun's expressionless face, but there was none.

Nanchun thought that Baixun must be the happiest person. After all, this was a marriage that made him very dissatisfied and even disgusted.

It suddenly started to rain heavily when Nan Yue was buried.

It had been sunny for several days in a row, and the rain came strangely and unexpectedly, and it happened before the body was buried.

Nanchun looked up at the sky, letting the big raindrops fall on his face. He clenched his fists, and hot tears mixed with the rain flowed down his face.

The sound of the raindrops was urgent and close.

Through the rain, Nanchun looked at the man holding an oil-paper umbrella not far away. His usually spotless shoes were stained with mud and water, as was the hem of his robe.

Nanchun withdrew his gaze and watched as soil mixed with rainwater was slowly covering the coffin one shovel at a time.

Suddenly, there was a scratching sound, as if something sharp was scraping against the wooden board.

Nanchun frowned, closed his eyes, and carefully searched for the sound through the sound of rain.

It seemed very close to him...

A gust of wind blew, carrying rain and fallen leaves.

A strange, sour smell loomed, and Nanchun frowned and covered her nose. Suddenly, the rain changed color, and the sky and the earth were blood red.

He looked down and saw blood-like water flowing from under his feet and pouring into the grave from all directions.

Later, Nanchun fainted and fell in a pool of blood. The first person who ran over to catch him was Baixun, just as he fell.

His astonished face became clearer and clearer in Nanchun's gradually blurred vision, and a drop of rain fell down the hair on his forehead.

Unlike the blood, it is crystal clear.

Nanchun raised his hand, pointed tremblingly at the grave, and opened his mouth.

Bai Xun asked him anxiously, "What? What did you say?"

"Blood... so much blood..."

Bai Xun looked at him in astonishment, then looked at the grave that had been filled with soil.

After saying that, Nanchun knew nothing.

It was already the evening of the next day when Nanchun woke up. He took out the peach wood piece from his mouth and coughed violently a few times.

Then a rough hand pinched his jaw and pried open his mouth, and a stream of water mixed with wood ash, which was so unpalatable that it was unbearable, poured into his mouth.

The witch doctor said that he was invaded by evil spirits.

Nanchun rolled his eyes and thought: The great witch can only bring evil spirits into the body!

Most of the people in the school were overjoyed when they heard the news of Nan Yue's death, without any regard for Nan Chun's feelings. Some even congratulated Bai Xun in front of Nan Chun for being free from suffering.

Without this marriage, those bastards started to play pranks on Nanchun more openly.

So skipping classes became a common occurrence for Nanchun.

Mr. Mu came to the Nan family with a cane, and talked about Nan Chun's heinous crimes.

What greeted Nanchun was facing the wall and reflecting on his mistakes, which was more painful than being beaten, as well as Nan Chenglin's sighs and Song Amei's tears.

"Your ability to attend school is a gift from the master of the house. Mother doesn't ask for you to become successful, but only hopes that you can learn a few words, understand some principles of dealing with people, and be an upright person."

Song Amei was not yet thirty, her skin, weathered by the sun, dull and rough. Her hands, from years of washing clothes and mending clothes, were covered with calluses and tiny wounds.

Nanchun reached out and held Song Amei's hand, sniffed, and said, "I will let my mother and grandfather live a good life."

Song Amei was slightly startled and reached out to touch his head.

"Mother knows you're a good child, but there are some grievances you have to endure. Do you understand?"

Nanchun nodded, and drops of hot tears rolled down into the soil.

Nan Chenglin was sitting under the eaves smoking a pipe. Perhaps because of the shadow behind him, his already hunched body seemed even more bent.

It happened that Mr. Mu was lecturing on the Tao Te Ching.

Bend to be whole, bend to be straight.

These words took root in Nanchun's limited brain. For the first time, the man who had always believed in an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, began to consider compromise.

Nanchun wanted to see Baixun but didn't want to be seen by others, so the best place she could think of was the tomb without any words on the tombstone.

Nanchun waited there for several days but did not see Baixun. The offerings in front of the tombstone without words had already rotted.

Nanchun kowtowed three times in front of the tomb.

"Look at this! What a waste! Ever since I retired from sharing with you, everything has been wasted, right? This will only damage my virtue!"

"What are you doing? Want to cheat again?" A cold voice sounded.

Nanchun turned around and saw that the person standing not far away was none other than Bai Xun, whom he had been waiting for for several days.

"Who wants to steal some food?" Nanchun frowned and took out some wild fruits and a bunch of wild flowers from a cloth bag.

"I don't know who it is that hasn't come for so many days, leaving some rotten offerings in front of the ancestors' tombs." He said as he replaced the offerings skillfully.

Bai Xun looked at him suspiciously, not sure what evil plan this man was planning.

After placing the offerings, Nanchun stood up and took a few steps towards Baixun. For a moment, she didn't know what expression to use to face him.

I had clearly made up my mind to compromise, but as soon as I met the dark, cold eyes of the man in front of me, the feeling of unwillingness in my heart rose up again.

"We're planning to hold a big festival for the Ghost Festival in a few days. I'm very busy lately and can't get away." Bai Xun spoke first.

Nanchun was stunned for a moment, then nodded, rubbed his nose awkwardly and said "hmm".

After that, neither of them spoke. Nanchun's eyes flickered, not knowing how to start, while Baixun looked at him frankly, as if waiting for him to speak.

"It was me who lied to you and caused you to get lost in the mountains and become sick. I'm sorry! Later you pushed me down and caused me to break my head... We are even now. So, let's have a truce. Although I don't like going to school, my family still hopes that I can read and understand." Nanchun lowered her eyes and said softly.

Bai Xun was slightly startled, then frowned and said, "When did I start a war with you?"

Nanchun was suddenly speechless.

To be honest, whether it was the pranks played by classmates or the cold words of the people in the village, there was no actual evidence to show that it was Bai Xun who instigated it.

Nanchun opened her mouth but ultimately said nothing, with a hint of helplessness and fatigue between her brows.

"Yes, I'm sorry." He smiled awkwardly, picked up the cloth bag and passed by Bai Xun.

Well, even asking for help didn’t solve the problem.

However, the pranks disappeared from then on.

Nanchun knew that Bai Xun must have done something.

Although everyone still disliked him, as long as those people stopped provoking him, and everyone kept to themselves, this would be the best outcome for Nanchun.

In the following years, Nanchun lived a relatively comfortable life.

Although Bai Xun still had a cold face towards him, he didn't like Bai Xun very much either.