After marrying the fierce god, her handsome young husband was pampered to the extreme.

It's Lunar New Year's Eve again, and this year the snow fell exceptionally early, blanketing the capital in white.

As the Grand Marshal of the Army, who had spent his life on the battlefield, Yin Cheng was quite satisfied with his life.

First, his wife is very good; second, his sons are very good; and finally, his grandsons are very good.

His brother never harbored any suspicion towards him throughout his life, and the two brothers were always kind and respectful to each other.

Overall, it was quite successful.

He had been quietly awaiting death, but when he opened his eyes again, he felt as if he were Zhuangzi dreaming of being a butterfly.

Because he saw Jiang Ningning.

My eyelids felt heavy, and I had no strength in my body. All I could hear were hurried footsteps.

Jiang Ningning parted her red lips slightly, "Oh, you've finally woken up."

Yin Cheng raised his hand and saw that his skin, which should have been withered and aged, had become youthful, as if a withered tree had come back to life.

However, there was an indwelling needle inserted in the back of his hand, and there was already bruising at the vein.

"I..." Yin Cheng's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

Jiang Ningning said, "Do you even remember who you are? Are you alright?"

"..."

It took Yin Cheng a long time to accept the fact that he had traveled back in time again. To be honest, he didn't have to travel back at all.

As an elderly man who has lived to be nearly 100 years old, Yin Cheng is not happy at all when he opens his eyes again and returns to when he was 24 years old.

I'm about to go to the underworld to meet my wife, and I don't know what the point of traveling back here is.

According to Jiang Ningning, he was in a car accident, and it was very serious.

The key issue is that he doesn't have many contacts in his phone, so the hospital can only contact his supervisor.

Jiang Ningning and her teacher's wife would visit him at the hospital every few days. This time, it was just a coincidence that they encountered him after he woke up.

After being diagnosed as being in a vegetative state by the medical community, he woke up in just two months, which is definitely worth the media attention and reporting.

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One second Lin Nian was nestled in her husband's arms, listening to him tell her a bedtime story, and the next second she woke up to find herself in another world.

The buildings before him were unlike anything he had ever seen before: bustling traffic, skyscrapers, and neon lights.

Everything was so unfamiliar; pedestrians hurried by, all wearing clothes he had never seen before.

After her initial fear subsided, Lin Nian forced herself to calm down.

He carefully observed the world around him; he seemed to have heard the man talk about everything here before.

Could this be the place where my husband lived in his previous life?

But this place is too big, and Lin Nian doesn't know where to find her husband. She wanders aimlessly, not knowing where she is.

Almost everyone here was young, but Lin Nian didn't see a single guy; instead, she saw a completely unfamiliar gender.

It must be the girl her husband mentioned before.

Lin Nian heard someone praising his good looks, and he pursed his lips, feeling quite embarrassed.

"Wow, look! A stunning beauty in traditional Chinese style, is she from our school?"

"I don't think so. If she were from our school, with that kind of looks, she'd be on the confession wall on the first day of school."

At this moment, two girls approached Lin Nian and asked, "Wow, sister, what style of Hanfu is that? I've never seen it before!"

"Is this supposed to be traditional Chinese style cosplay?" another girl said. "Hey sis, can we take a picture? We're from the traditional Chinese style club, and we really like these Han-style dresses."

Lin Nian was completely bewildered; he couldn't understand a word the other person was saying.

He mustered his courage and asked, "Excuse me, do you know Yin... Le Haochuan?"

"Oh, it's you, young man! I'm so sorry, so sorry," the girl apologized repeatedly. "Are you looking for Le Haochuan? Ah! I know him, the handsome guy from the business school next door."

Another girl asked, "Are you looking for him?"

Hearing this, Lin Nian nodded somewhat shyly, "Um... but I don't know the way..."

Hearing this, the kind-hearted girl assumed the school was too big and the person was lost, so she said, "Anyway, it's not far, we'll take you there. We don't have any classes today."

Lin Nian smiled and said, "Thank you both."

The two girls especially liked his clothes, and Lin Nian didn't know why he was wearing his favorite mermaid dress when he woke up.

It was bought by my second brother. It was made by the best tailor in the capital, and it suits his figure perfectly.

Although Lin Nian couldn't give them her clothes as a thank-you gift, the hairpin in her hair could certainly do the trick.

He took off two short hairpins and gave them to them.

The two girls didn't know the two hairpins were real gold; they thought they were handmade crafts, so they accepted them. "What exquisite hairpins! Thank you."

Lin Nian smiled and said, "I should be thanking you."

After being discharged from the hospital, Yin Cheng came to the school to complete the relevant procedures. He can no longer work as a teaching assistant.

After all, it's been almost a century since I've had any contact with this stuff, and besides, my mind isn't on it, so I'm too lazy to study it.

"I just asked my best friend at the business school, and she said she just saw Le Haochuan in Building A. We'll take you there."

The two girls chattered on, both lamenting why Lin Nian wasn't a student at this school. If their Ancient Style Club had such a beautiful facade, wouldn't it be packed with people every year when they recruited new members?

It was the first time Lin Nian had stepped into such a tall building, and everything seemed new and exciting.

But he has no interest in sightseeing right now; all he wants to do is find his husband as soon as possible.

Le Haochuan came out of his office and looked at the WeChat messages Jiang Ningning had sent him on his phone.

Jiang Ningning said that his teacher's wife was quite worried about him and asked him to send her messages as often as possible to let her know he was safe.

Yin Cheng was texting his teacher's wife and didn't notice anyone calling him.

"Senior Yue is over there!" the girl called out. "Senior Yue!"

Yin Cheng didn't realize he was being called and continued editing the message.

He types very slowly now. Although he still has his memories, so much time has passed that he's lucky if he can still remember pinyin.

Another girl asked Lin Nian, "Is he the person you're looking for?"

Lin Nian nodded gently, bowed to them, and then quickly ran towards her husband.

The two girls quietly watched the drama unfold.

Wow, senior, you're so lucky to have such a beautiful wife.

"Ah Cheng!" Lin Nian leaned closer. "I've finally found you!"

Yin Cheng was startled. He stood there stunned for a moment, then asked incredulously, "Niannian?"

Huh? Wife? Is she my wife?

Lin Nian smiled and affectionately took his arm.

My husband with short hair is especially handsome!

Yin Cheng pinched his wife's cheek in disbelief; it was warm, soft, and even bounced back when pinched.

It's definitely my wife!

I really want to kiss you to make sure, maybe it's just my imagination.

Wait, how come my wife suddenly came to the modern world?

Yin Cheng was about to go home with his wife when he turned around and saw two girls not far away with big, adoring smiles on their faces.

Lin Nian waved goodbye to them, then whispered to her husband, "Thanks to them for bringing me to find you."

Yin Cheng curled the corners of his lips and tapped his wife's nose. "You're quite clever. You even know to ask someone to lead the way."

Lin Nian pouted, "I'm not stupid."

In that instant, Yin Cheng was somewhat dazed.

His wife hasn't acted like this in years, and he misses it quite a bit.