80s Marriage Swap: My Should-Be-Dead Husband Lives On

Chapter 3: A Chance Encounter with the Male Lead

Lu Hao was puzzled, when suddenly he heard Song Jiajia sob.Lu Hao hurriedly asked, "Mr. Song, what’s wrong with you?"

"Brother Lu, actually, it’s not me who is engaged to you, I, I, I’m sorry." Song Jiajia’s tears fell like raindrops, looking pitiful.

"Mr. Song, whatever it is, let’s talk it through, please don’t cry first."

Lu Hao directly raised his hand and wiped away the tears from Song Jiajia’s face.

Song Jiajia immediately felt her face flush and her heart race.

But she didn’t forget to keep crying.

"A Hao, what’s happening?" A voice of an elderly woman came from inside the house.

"Nothing, grandma." Lu Hao shouted towards the people inside.

"Mr. Song, why don’t we talk inside." Lu Hao suggested.

Song Jiajia nodded, not refusing.

Seeing this, Lu Hao’s eyes darkened.

...

The next day

After breakfast, Sang Yu left home with her small backpack.

She had no friends here and wandered aimlessly in the streets.

If it had been a decade or so ago, she could have gone to develop rural areas, but now, it’s no longer necessary.

What could be a way to escape the Song family?

"Help, help, someone’s stealing my child, save my child, save my child!"

Sang Yu was walking when she heard someone shouting for help.

Instinctively, she turned her head and saw a man running towards her with a child in his arms.

She detested human traffickers the most, checked if there was any weapon around, and randomly picked up a wooden stick to hit the man’s leg.

The man, caught off guard, fell straight to the ground.

The child in his arms also fell out and started crying loudly.

Sang Yu, seizing the chance, swung the stick at the man.

But Sang Yu was not strong, coupled with her frail body, it didn’t cause much harm.

The man raised his hand, grabbed the stick, and wrestled it from Sang Yu’s hands.

"You damned woman! Looking to die!" The man swung the stick at Sang Yu’s head.

Sang Yu hastily covered her head, thinking she was doomed, that her head would split open.

But the expected pain never came, instead, she heard the man scream.

Sang Yu cautiously opened one eye, just meeting a pair of deep hawk-like eyes.

Sang Yu’s heart skipped a beat.

The man was already subdued by two other men.

Standing before her was a tall man, seemingly about 1.85 meters tall.ake it as doing a good deed, on my part, watch a performance by me, Sang Yu: drawing."

Ten hours later

Sang Yu: "Alright, I’ve drawn everyone’s portrait, along with wishing all of you great wealth!"

Song Jiajia: "Ignore her, the author has gone crazy writing."

Sang Yu: "I am too, but I’m her dear daughter, don’t dare say more, afraid she’ll write me off."

Song Jiajia: ...