The Petite Wife of An Eighties' Villainous Big-Shot

Chapter 1: Full Marks For Your Looks

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Master, wake up, quick, or else things will get even worse. Master…”

“So noisy! Ah, it hurts…”

When Qi Mianmian found herself awakened by Snowball, her spiritual pet, she realized that the back of her left foot was throbbing with pain—as if someone had stabbed it.

With great effort, she opened her eyes, only to be stunned by the scene before her.

Why was she under a small stone bridge that looked especially ancient?

Before she could think things through, two people jumped out from the grass behind her.

They were two careless young men wearing identical old-fashioned gray shirts, but one was wearing blue pants and the other was wearing black pants.

Their eyes exuded a strong sense of evil, causing one to involuntarily ignore their appearance and sense only the ugliness and malice of their souls.

She asked instinctively, “What… are you doing?”

Hey, why wasn’t it her own voice?

Could it be…

Qi Mianmian did not have time to finish wondering if she had transmigrated after death. A bolt of pain shot to her head, and countless memories of a seventeen-year-old girl named Qi Mianmian flooded into her mind.

At the same time, in the Medical Spirit Dimension, Snowball began to explain the situation excitedly, its voice weak.

“Master, you’ve died in an accident.”

“Master, we’ve entered a book. I put in so much effort just to get us here.”

“Master, in order to bring you into the book, I used up all my spiritual power. Now, what’s left of me is only a shadow. I need to go into hibernation for a while to recover.”

“Master, deal with these two bad boys yourself. Goodbye.”

Qi Mianmian was extremely shocked.

So that car accident had taken her life?

And then Snowball had brought her into a book, protecting her soul?

Little Snowball… Good job.

Peering into the next dimension, she looked into Snowball’s exquisitely-built fox nest and realized that it really had become a shadow. It was still adorable though.

The two boys did not notice Qi Mianmian’s abnormal reactions. They were so amused by her coquettish questioning that they were laughing like a pair of old hens who had just laid eggs.

They babbled nonsense as they unbuckled their belts.

“To save you, of course. But before that, you have to give us some benefits…”

“Don’t be afraid. As long as you’re obedient, we’ll definitely send you home…”

…

Qi Mianmian had already dug out information about these two people from her character’s memories.

It was true that they were the two hooligans who lived near the street where her character lived. However, didn’t they usually leave people from the same neighborhood alone?

She glanced at her bleeding left foot. Swiftly, she sent a Miracle Healing Pill into her mouth to heal her external injuries. Just as she was about to sprinkle some dizzying powder onto those two hooligans, she suddenly heard a strong but exceptionally pleasant male voice shout, “Why are you two getting more and more disgraceful?”

A tall figure descended from the bridge.

Qi Mianmian: “…”

There was actually a scene of a hero saving a damsel in distress?

Yet, it was unknown if this person was a real hero or a big bad wolf.

Well, regardless, she would profit from this situation. Dealing with one person was less of a commotion than two…

Qi Mianmian looked over with sparkling eyes. What she saw was really pleasing to the eye.

This man was too good-looking.

He was wearing a white cotton shirt, black pants, and black fabric shoes—clothes that were extremely old-fashioned. Yet, it could not conceal his untamed yet refined temperament. Coupled with a face so handsome it seemed to have been crafted by the gods, the overall effect was breathtaking.

In actuality, she could tell that he didn’t have long to live due to a strange toxin in his body. However, a chronic poison like the Night Loathing couldn’t be detected just from his skin color, so it didn’t affect his beauty.

Yes, this face deserved full marks.

The second glance… halfway through, her eyes widened in shock. This person was in her character’s memories.

He was her character’s neighbor, Gu Zhan. His reputation was worse than dog shit.

Wait…

Surely… this couldn’t be a self-directed show Gu Zhan was putting on?

No, her character was pushed off the bridge by her biological mother and boyfriend. If Gu Zhan wanted to save the damsel in distress, he could have just arrived at the bridge. There was no need to add this scene.