Chapter 2: Adapting to the Role

Chapter 2: Adapting to the Role

Instead, her cumbersome body, upon landing unsteadily, ended up with her head striking the stool, causing instant death.

Then, when she opened her eyes again, it was Qin Xiaoyao, transmigrated from the post-apocalyptic era, who took over this body.

Recalling these events, Qin Xiaoyao felt gratitude towards her predecessor for creating such a situation, while also being speechless at the same time.

Damn, her predecessor's calculations had failed, falling victim to a wandering physician's deceit, yet she blamed the Song family and even went against them.

After all that struggle, she had finally managed to be with the person she loved, even if it was by force – it could be considered a temporary victory, right?

If she were clever, wouldn't she seize this opportunity to win over her beautiful husband's family as soon as possible?

Her beautiful husband had agreed to marry for the sake of his mother and siblings.

In the future, he would also do so for their sake, becoming her true spouse.

Both of them were already betrothed; given time and effort, many matters would naturally fall into place eventually.

Her predecessor had thought herself clever, but in her eyes, she was foolish.

Back to reality.

Qin Xiaoyao softened her expression and looked at Song Yun.

"Uh-huh. Yun'er is looking for me?"

Hearing Qin Xiaoyao's gentle voice, Song Yun's trembling subsided somewhat.

"The, the meal is ready. Mother asked me to call... call Big Sister-in-law to come eat," the young girl stammered out.

She had also come over to see what had happened here.

Just now, Big Sister-in-law had been arguing with Big Brother (it was mostly just Big Sister-in-law's voice, really). Then, the house had shaken.

After that, Big Sister-in-law had let out a frightening cry, and even the rafters had moved.

Both were deeply concerned, fearing for their elder brother's safety.

Now, upon seeing that the elder brother's room had only lost a beam with the person unharmed, her worries subsided.

Upon hearing this, Qin Xiaoyao realized that she was indeed feeling a bit hungry.

"Alright, let's go," she said with a smile to Song Yun.

She then reached out to hold Song Yun's hand.

The young girl instinctively dodged slightly.

But when she saw Qin Xiaoyao looking at her, she mustered up her courage and reluctantly placed her hand back into Qin Xiaoyao's.

Qin Xiaoyao smiled and led Song Yun out.

At this moment, Song Yun was feeling deeply uneasy.

H-Her big sister actually held her hand? And even smiled at her?

Was she planning some mischievous act again?

Qin Xiaoyao observed Song Yun's cautious gaze but maintained her warm smile.

Reputations weren't transformed overnight; she had the patience to wait.

As Qin Xiaoyao led Song Yun out, she suddenly recalled something.

Then, she turned back to look at Song Que, who was still watching her and Song Yun.

Their eyes met once more, and Qin Xiaoyao felt her heartbeat accelerate.

Her eyebrows arched elegantly into her temples, her eyes misty yet refined, her nose pert, and her lips as delicate as cherry blossoms... Her handsome husband was indeed a peerless beauty.

Only, his complexion was somewhat pale, adding a touch of frail allure to her stunning spouse.

Regrettably, a hint of disdain soon flickered in those captivating eyes.

And the object of her disdain was none other than herself...

"Cough, I'll bring dinner to my husband later," Qin Xiaoyao said, masking the awe in her gaze.

A peculiar glint flashed across Song Que's eyes.

With a turn, he left his back exposed to Qin Xiaoyao.

Song Yun stole a concerned glance at Qin Xiaoyao, fearful that her elder sister-in-law might, as usual, unleash a scolding.

In the past, when Elder Brother would upset his wife, she would scold him and vent her frustration on them.

Hence, even if Elder Brother didn't particularly like Eldest Sister-in-law, he didn't provoke her much.

Considering Elder Brother Song just injured his leg, it's only natural for him to be in a foul mood.

As a result, Sister-in-law's mood has become even worse than before.

"Come on, Yun'er," Qin Xiaoyao said with a smile, maintaining his gentle tone.

Song Yun was surprised but obediently followed Qin Xiaoyao out.

They arrived at the kitchen shed nearby.

Inside the kitchen, Qin Xiaoyao's current mother-in-law, Lady Liu, and her younger brother, Song Ye, were present.

Upon Qin Xiaoyao's arrival, both of them instantly tensed up.

Not even Lady Liu dared to raise her eyes to meet Qin Xiaoyao's gaze.

The reason was simple: Qin Xiaoyao had long been accustomed to wielding power in the Song family, often grumbling about how her dowry had been squandered away by them.

As for that dowry, well, it was indeed the eighty taels of silver swindled away by a wandering physician.

Back then, Zhang, Qin Dazhuang's second wife, had urged Qin Dazhuang to count the eighty taels of silver as the dowry for the predecessor when she couldn't retrieve it.

Consequently, the predecessor had married into the Song family with almost nothing.

The Songs were poor, and so was she. Naturally, life had been unbearable.

Madam Liu didn't know that the traveling healer was a fraud. She believed that all the money had been spent on her deceased husband, making her feel guilty and inferior for no reason.

Moreover, she had a timid nature and an innate fear of the predecessor's sturdy figure. Thus, she didn't dare confront the predecessor.

"Mother, Ye'er," Qin Xiaoyao called out with a smile.

The mother and son trembled but didn't respond.

Qin Xiaoyao wasn't angry. "I'll deliver the food to my husband first. Mother, could you help me serve it?"

It wasn't that she was unwilling to do it herself, but since the predecessor had entered the family, Madam Liu and the two children had taken over the cooking responsibilities.

She didn't even know where the kitchen utensils were kept.

Madam Liu was startled once more.

"Alright." She promptly agreed.

Then, she went to serve the food.

moments later,

She placed a bowl of wild vegetables, a bowl of rice soup, and a pair of chopsticks into Qin Xiaoyao's hands.

Qin Xiaoyao gazed at the plain food in her hands and sighed inwardly.

It was truly simple, albeit slightly better than what she had experienced during the apocalypse. It couldn't compare to Qin San Ya's diet back at the Qin family's.

The Qin family was in the business of butchering and selling meat; they never lacked it at home.

A significant factor contributing to Qin San Ya's obesity was related to this very fact.

"I'll send the meal to my husband first. Mother, you all should eat first," Qin Xiaoyao said before turning to leave.

The three in the kitchen fell into a momentary silence.

They exchanged glances before taking their seats at the table.

Yet, none of them dared to take the first bite.

Qin Xiaoyao carried the food (let's call it a meal) to the neighboring room.

Upon hearing Qin Xiaoyao enter with the meal, Song Que didn't even stir from his bed.

Qin Xiaoyao didn't feel offended; instead, she couldn't help but find the situation amusing.

"Husband, it's time to eat." With a hint of indulgence in her eyes, she called out gently to the person in bed.

This was her husband, a prize that the previous owner of her body had failed to attain.

Heh heh, from now on, he would belong to her.

In her previous life, she had spent twenty-three years as a tomboy, dying a single dog all the way through.

Now, having transmigrated, she was not only two years younger but also in a plus-sized body.

And she had immediately gained a handsome husband! A dashing eighteen-year-old, at that!

The mere thought made her heart flutter.

(Side note: In this story's premise, the protagonist retains the emotions of her previous life, which takes a long time to fade. Hence, it's not odd that the female lead instantly fancies the male lead. She, like her predecessor, is captivated by his appearance!)

Song Que furrowed his brows but didn't respond, pretending he hadn't heard.

Qin Xiaoyao smiled, not taking offense.

She placed the meal on the bedside cabinet.

"I'll leave it here. While it's still warm, please eat it soon, my husband."

After casting a wistful glance at Song Que, she turned and left.