The thing that Christine regretted the most in her previous life was marrying her ex-boyfriend's uncle in a moment of confusion.

As a result, the day after their wedding, her husband went off to war, and half a year later, he was no more.

She was still a young lady and had unexpectedly become a widow.

Now, fortunately, she has reincarnated on... her wedding night!

"Why couldn't I have gone back one more day!" Christine banged her head against the wall in frustration.

"You're awake?" A cold voice echoed.

Christine stiffly turned around, looking at the handsome face close to hers.

Derek was as handsome, suave, and beautiful as she remembered. He was the most good-looking man she had ever seen in her former life!

"Do you regret it?" His icy voice sprayed on her face.

Christine shivered, squirming under the blanket.

The single bed creaked under the weight.

"No, no!" Christine hesitated for a few seconds before she couldn’t help but ask, "Derek, why did you marry me?"

She has been pondering this question for two lifetimes.

For some reason, Derek chuckled. His smile was dazzling like a shooting star, making her heart tremble.

Sadly, she didn't get the chance to fully admire that mesmerizing smile before it disappeared.

His voice was still cold, looking at the big and cute eyes exposed outside the quilt, he said indifferently, "It was you who were crying your heart out, begging me to marry you so that you would not have to go to the countryside. Did you forget?"

Christine's fair face was a little hot. Of course, she remembered!

It was 1974 now, she was in her senior year at 18 years old.

She originally had a childhood sweetheart as a boyfriend, whose family was a bit better off. He helped her get a recommendation for the worker-peasant-soldier college students.

Originally, she was supposed to go to college in a few months so there is no need to go to the countryside.

But the day before yesterday, she saw her stepmother's brought-up daughter, Monique, on her boyfriend's bed.

After a quarrel, the two knelt and begged her to give up her college seat to Monique, and that she would go home to the countryside in place of Monique.

It didn't matter whether going to the countryside was harsh or not. It was that she couldn't swallow this humiliation!

Expecting her to go to the countryside for Monique? Why? She wouldn't!

But in 1974, jobs were very difficult to find.

And her plan to go to college also fell through.

Her somewhat competent but aloof biological father would not get another recommendation letter for her through the back door.

So the only option left was to get married.

If she married, she wouldn't have to go to the countryside.

Coincidentally, her ex-boyfriend, Bob's uncle Derek, was home on vacation, and she saw him.

Derek was the perfect choice, completely suppressing Bob in all aspects. Taller and more handsome than him, he is also a military man. Rumor has it that he got several promotions for his achievements!

Only five years older than her, marrying him would not lose her face, but instead incite envy among people and conveniently vex Bob.

Christine then purchased a bottle of hard liquor at the cooperative store, downed it in one gulp, and cornered Derek in the alley...

As for how she pleaded, she honestly could not recall.

Perhaps the embarrassment was too much that her brain naturally blocked it out.

No matter what, she was the one who behooved this marriage, and she accepted it!

Yet, should he really agree just because she pleaded? Is he that gullible?

"I mean…"

Christine wanted to continue questioning but felt it was no longer necessary. After all, he had already reported to the leader. The marriage certificate was already torn and he had taken her home and tucked her into bed. It's too late for any words.

Now, she should figure out how not to become a widow!

In this lifetime, she would strive to change his fate of dying young.

However, if she can not change it, she ought to taste what it's like to be a woman at least once!

Not to carry the title of a widow yet not even having had the chance to lay a finger on him!

If he could leave an heir, that would be even better.

“What do you want to say?" Derek asked.

"I'm cold..." Christine's voice was somewhat trembling... emotional.

Eat meat! She wants to eat meat!

Derek hesitated for a moment, extending his long arm. The quilt that was on him fell on her quilt, covering just the edges.

Northern people are like this, they use single-person quilts, even couples don't share one, because it will let in wind in winter.

Christine....

Such a hardcore man! Single-minded!

"Still cold." She said.

Derek's eyes flickered, reaching out his hand, he tucked the corner of her quilt.

.....Christine closed her eyes, sliding her foot into his quilt.

Her icy feet stuffed between his legs... She immediately relaxed and unconsciously moaned, her voice sounded delicate...

Suddenly, she felt her foot tightly squeezed!

Christine chuckled under the quilt. She thought that he was like a monk, but there was a reaction after all. This would be easy!

But, Derek remained motionless with no other reaction...

He tucked the part of her foot that was letting in wind again.

Christine.....

"There's no other way, you forced me into this!"

"Is the legendary wedding night supposed to be spent sleeping like this? Or do you have any untold secrets? You really can't...?"

Christine instantly felt the breath of the person next to her intensify!

However, after 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds....

There was still no reaction...

"Really? Can't you?" Christine was disappointed. Was this how her life was going to be?

The very next second, her quilt was lifted. A shadow descended upon her.

"Little girl, watch your words...."

"Click," the bulb went out.

Two hours later, the long-neglected wooden bed finally gave way.

Derek awkwardly got up and went to the woodshed. He took a few blocks of wood and hastily fixed the bed.

An hour later, the patched-up bed collapsed again.

He fixed it again!

Yet another hour later, Christine groaned as she fell into the pile of wood, pleading," Okay, okay, I get it! You've proved your point! Please spare me, I want to go to sleep!"

Derek didn't say anything, he simply went out to find more robust wood for the bed.

There wasn't any decent wood left, so this time the makeshift bed only held up for half an hour before it collapsed.

Relieved, Christine, wrapped in her quilt, fell into a deep sleep.

How Derek managed to piece together the bed, how he moved her onto it, and whether he touched her afterward, she had no idea.

...

Daybreak came, and Christine was woken by the cold.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw the bright red "double happiness" character on the window, the cramped room, the mildewy walls, and the dangling bulb.

In the room were only a table, a chair, a bed, and a sink.

This was the servant's quarters in the Philips family courtyard where she had resided for a few years. It was just a tiny room by the courtyard gate.

Now, it housed the "young mistress" of the Philips family.

Christine laughed heartily with excitement, she really had been reborn!

"Why aren't you up yet? Laughing to yourself in the room like a lunatic, what a sight you make! No wonder Bob doesn't want you. I don't know what got into Derek's head that he married you, a fat girl. But I must say, you sure know how to wrap men around your finger, I was up all night because of you..."

A woman’s voice echoed annoyingly from outside the room, although she muttered the last part under her breath.

Christine recognized it as Derek's stepmother, Grace's voice.

Christine's eyes narrowed as she sat up to get dressed.

However, as soon as she lowered her gaze, she noticed a jade bracelet on her wrist, gleaming green, clearly a quality piece.

The same thing happened in her previous life as well, although nothing happened at night. When she woke up, the jade bracelet was also on her wrist.

This was the family heirloom that Derek's mother had left for him, and was also her golden ticket.

Inside it was a small compartment.