Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

In the old Lu family compound, the flame of the kerosene lamp still flickered.

In the main room, Lin Xiu'e's sharp voice was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

"Mom, you be the judge! I really can't live like this anymore!"

She sat cross-legged on the bed, spitting sunflower seed shells all over the floor, her spittle flying everywhere.

"The second son's family is going to buy an apartment in the county town! An apartment! What kind of place is that?"

"My God, I heard those apartments cost several thousand yuan each. Is that a place for us peasants to live in?!"

"When we divided the family property, I said, 'That taciturn second son is definitely hiding some money!'"

"Look at this! It's only been a short time! Those few thousand yuan must have been ripped off from the Lu family's hard-earned money!"

In the main seat, Wang Guihua's old face was tense, and the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth were etched with resentment.

She held the pipe bowl, puffing away, filling the room with smoke that stung people's eyes.

"That ingrate..." Greed and resentment mingled in the old woman's cloudy eyes.

"No wonder he was so quick to give out retirement money; turns out he'd struck it rich and wanted to kick us aside so he could go enjoy a life of luxury in the city!"

"Mom, if you ask me, this matter can't just be left like this!" Lin Xiu'e's eyes lit up, and a plan came to her mind.

"We're going to the county office to make a scene tomorrow! You're his own mother, and now that he's successful, he doesn't care about his mother anymore. That's unfilial!"

"That house, you should definitely have a room in it!"

"Yes! We have to make a scene!" Lu Jianguo, who had been keeping his head down and not saying a word, also raised his head, his eyes red.

"I'm his own brother! Why does he live a life of luxury in the city while I toil in the fields? It's not fair!"

"We must each have a room in this county town, one for ourselves and one for Xiaobao!"

The family members chatted amongst themselves, their faces flushed with a sickly redness.

Just then.

"Bang--!!"

A thunderous roar shook the roof beams, sending dust flying everywhere.

The thick wooden door of the main room of the Lu family's house was kicked open from the outside and shattered inward!

The door hinges groaned under the strain, and the two door panels slammed against the wall, almost falling apart.

The three people inside were so frightened they almost jumped out of their skins, and Lin Xiu'e scattered the melon seeds all over the floor.

A draft of cold air, carrying the chill of the night, suddenly rushed in, causing the kerosene lamp to flicker.

At the entrance stood a towering, dark figure.

The dark figure was backlit, its face hidden in the shadows, giving off a chill that seeped from the very bones.

"Who...who is it!" Lu Jianguo shouted, mustering his courage, but his voice was trembling uncontrollably.

Lu Ting stepped over the swaying threshold and into the house.

He didn't speak.

The only sound in the room was the dull thud of his feet on the ground, each step landing heavily on the hearts of the three men.

"The...second brother?"

By the flickering lamplight, Wang Guihua finally saw who it was.

Upon recognizing Lu Ting, she immediately began to berate him, "You unfilial son! Trying to scare your own mother to death by kicking down the door in the middle of the night?"

"But your arrival is just in time, about the house..."

"Shut up."

The shadow cast by Lu Ting's tall figure completely enveloped the three of them.

His eyes were dark and brooding, surging with a terrifying ferocity.

Lin Xiu'e felt her scalp tingle under Lu Ting's gaze, but greed overcame her fear, and she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Lu Ting, how dare you talk to your mother like that!"

"Let me tell you, buying a house is a good thing, but you can't forget your roots! Our family hasn't even divided things up yet, that money..."

Lu Ting didn't even look at her; his gaze was fixed on a shiny elm chair next to him.

That was an old item that the Lu family had kept for over ten years; it was heavy and sturdy.

He reached out a hand and gripped the back of the chair.

On the back of his hand, the bronze muscles were knotted and the veins were bulging.

To the astonishment of Wang Guihua and the other two, Lu Ting lifted the heavy elm chair, weighing several dozen kilograms, high above his head with one hand.

"Bang—Crack!!"

A deafening roar.

Wood chips exploded!

This smash completely shattered the courage of the three people inside the room.

Lin Xiue's scream got stuck in her throat and turned into a hoarse gasp.

Wang Guihua dropped her tobacco pipe to the ground with a thud, and collapsed onto the bed, losing all instinct to curse.

Lu Jianguo was so frightened that his legs were trembling and he didn't dare to breathe.

Is this...is this even human?

How much strength does that require? How deep is that hatred?

In the deathly silence, Lu Ting slowly patted the sawdust off his hands.

His voice was completely flat, yet it carried a bloody undertone.

"The house was bought with money earned by Mianmian, and has nothing to do with the Lu family."

He took a step forward, casting a shadow over Lin Xiu'e's pale face.

"I just heard you're planning to cause trouble in the county town?"

"No...no! I didn't say anything! I didn't say anything!" Lin Xiu'e was terrified. "I'm not going! I'd rather die than go!"

Lu Ting then turned his gaze to Wang Guihua.

"Mom, I'll keep every penny of the thirty yuan I owe you for your retirement."

"But if you dare to touch a single hair on Jiang Mian's head, or make her suffer even the slightest bit..."

He raised his chin and pointed to the pile of completely ruined wood on the ground.

"This chair is my fate."

"I, Lu Ting, am a rough man and don't understand profound principles."

"I used to tolerate you because of blood ties, but now I have a wife."

"Anyone who dares to touch her, anyone who dares to make a move on her, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Sister-in-law," he said, turning his gaze to Lin Xiu'e one last time, his voice growing colder, "if you dare to utter another word of nonsense in the village."

"I'll make sure you never have to open your mouth again for the rest of your life."

After saying that, Lu Ting didn't look at the three people who stood like stone statues again.

Turning around, his tall figure disappeared back into the night.

After an unknown amount of time, the three people inside the house were pulled ashore like drowning people, panting heavily.

Lin Xiu'e lay paralyzed on the bed, her back soaked with cold sweat, and her face burning with pain.

She stared intently at the pile of broken wood on the ground, her mind replaying Lu Ting's murderous eyes.

"He's gone mad... He's gone mad..." Wang Guihua's hands trembled as she tried to pick up the tobacco pipe, but she couldn't manage it after several attempts, her mouth trembling.

Lu Jianguo and Lin Xiue opened their mouths, but in the end they didn't dare to say anything.

……

After leaving the Lu family home, the tense murderous aura emanating from Lu Ting slowly dissipated.

He stopped by the well at the village entrance, drew some water, and washed his hands carefully over and over again.

It was as if they wanted to wash away the filth and scheming that had just been tainted.

It was a disgusting swamp.

His home is a clean and warm haven.

Lu Ting wouldn't allow any mud to splash onto his Mianmian.

Back in the thatched hut, Lu Ting took off his coat.

He crawled into bed, where the air was filled with the scent of Jiang Mian, a blend of sunshine and soap powder.

Jiang Mian, seemingly sensing the familiar warmth, groggily turned over, her smooth leg instinctively draped over his waist, muttering something in her sleep:

"Delicious... I'd like another bowl..."

Lu Ting's heart, which was as cold and hard as iron, instantly melted into a pool of spring water.

By the cool moonlight streaming through the window, Lu Ting greedily sketched Jiang Mian's serene and charming sleeping face.

His wife should be responsible for being beautiful, eating, drinking, and having fun, and be a wealthy and idle person for the rest of her life.

As for those disgusting things outside...

As long as I'm here, I will never let her see even a single thing.

……

The next day, before the rooster of the Red Star Brigade even crowed, news spread like wildfire throughout the entire village.

It wasn't the second son of the Lu family who bought the building, but rather the eldest son's wife, Lin Xiu'e, who fell ill.

I heard he fell ill from fright overnight, lying in bed delirious with fever, repeatedly saying, "Don't hit me, I'll never do it again..."

When Jiang Mian heard this gossip, she was eating a hot meat bun and directing Lu Ting to draw up the plans for the new house in the yard.

"Sick?" Jiang Mian's cheeks puffed out, a little surprised. "Weren't you perfectly fine yesterday, yelling that you were going to the county to report me for being unfilial?"

Lu Ting, who was squatting on the ground drawing, didn't even look up, his voice muffled.

"Perhaps I've done too many bad things, and even God couldn't stand it anymore, so He sent down retribution."

Jiang Mian glanced at him suspiciously.

Her rough-looking husband looked completely innocent, his bronze face full of honesty and simplicity.

"That's true." Jiang Mian was in a great mood, stuffed the last bite of the bun into her mouth, and clapped her hands.

"Serves her right. As long as she doesn't bother us, it's fine."

"Honey, we're going to the county town later. I need to buy some fabric to make curtains."

"The large French windows of this little villa must be paired with white sheer curtains with lace to look beautiful!"

"Okay, whatever you say."

Lu Ting looked up and flashed her a set of bright white teeth.

……

the other side.

Su Rou, Wang Qin, Li Li, and the others arrived at the tailor shop with hopes for the future.

Looking at the somewhat shabby tailor shop in front of her, Su Rou pushed up her glasses, her eyes gleaming with a determined coldness.

"Jiang Mian, your good luck has come to an end."