After being forced to marry an ugly husband

Chapter 3

　　After the war, I spent the past two years recuperating and finally recovered. Although I ate rough, I could eat three meals a day, which finally filled my stomach.

　　This morning, there were children in the whole village, and the one who got up the latest was probably the newly married daughter-in-law of a family in the west end of the village.

　　Qingyan woke up from hunger. Before he could fully open his eyes, he smelled the aroma of steamed buns. It was hot and had the original aroma of fermented wheat.

　　Intrigued by the smell, he propped up his body with his elbows and sat up from the bed. The pain in his body made him groan involuntarily, especially the pain behind his back. The moment he sat up, the pain made him cry. His eyes rolled, he gritted his teeth and stopped breathing.

　　Ever since she won a big lottery ticket on her eighteenth birthday, Qingyan has never wronged herself again. She has made up for all the hardships she suffered as a child. Although she cannot be said to be unrestrained and spend money like water, she can feed the whole family. Even though he was not hungry, he still lived a well-nourished and pampered life.

　　Because he is rich, he cherishes his life very much and loves himself. After all, who can live a good life enough? Even if his finger is cut a little by a fruit knife, he will feel as if he is about to die and run to the hospital whimpering. , I'm afraid I won't be able to find the wound if I bandage it later.

　　So Qingyan felt so aggrieved that his body was so painful at the moment. He shed tears silently on the bed for a while, until his stomach growled with hunger, and he wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

　　It was only then that he realized that he was only wearing a loose red wedding dress. The air outside the bed was a bit cold. In the sleeves and under the collar, there was a thin layer of goosebumps on the white and tender skin that he had maintained. .

　　There was the sound of a shovel scraping the bottom of a pot while cooking, and there was also the smell of fat frying in the pot. Qingyan hadn't eaten much all day yesterday, and had been tossing for half the night. She swallowed, and her most primitive appetite for food was overwhelmed. All in all, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He found a pair of clean old cloth shoes beside the bed that looked like they had just been washed and dried. He put them on and tried them on. They were too big, but they could still be carried around.

　　After putting on his shoes, he stood up with a grimace and realized that the wedding dress he was wearing was a bit shorter, only reaching above his ankles, with a small section of his calf exposed.

　　This wedding dress was the only dowry of the original owner. His stepmother secretly found someone to make it according to his figure. The money came from the bride price. The old woman was originally reluctant to spend this money, but after receiving so much from the bride price, even the wedding dress was too much. If not, it really doesn't make sense, so I have to endure the pain and do it.

　　Although she was very hungry, Qingyan still staggered to a square wooden table by the window. On it were a bronze mirror, a sewing basket, and a wooden comb.

　　Qingyan picked up the bronze mirror and looked at his face carefully.

　　What was reflected in the mirror was an extremely familiar face that he had seen for twenty-two years. However, his originally short hair now reached almost his waist. He raised his right hand again and looked at a small red mole on his thumb. Also still there.

　　Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief and murmured: "Fortunately, it's my own body."

　　He looks very similar to the original owner, but there are some subtle differences.