Transmigrated into a fat wife, farming, raising children, and picking up husbands

The gambling den was already starting to get customers in the afternoon.

Lin Xiuer and Ping An stood in front of the somewhat heavy vermilion lacquered wooden door of Xinglong Casino.

The door was ajar, from which came faint shouts, the clinking of dice, and a pungent smell mixed with the scent of smoke, sweat, and coins.

Hearing the shouts from inside, some things that were originally buried deep in Lin Xiuer's memory were stirred up by an inexplicable emotion.

She closed her eyes.

Those images that don't belong to her present self, yet are incredibly clear in her mind, are flashing before her eyes like shattered glass.

A dim, flickering oil lamp; a fat hand tightly clutching a few copper coins, placing them all on the gambling table, on the side with large characters drawn on it.

"Big! Big! Big!"

The owner of that hand was screaming, his voice hoarse and frantic—the voice of the body's original owner, Lin Xiuer.

Sweat trickled down his forehead and got into his eyes, but he didn't bother to wipe it away; all his attention was captured by the small dice cup.

The scene changes.

It was the same hand, trembling, that pushed the last few coins to the center of the gambling table.

The surrounding area was filled with laughter, commotion, and undisguised contemptuous glances.

"Lin Da Pang, you've lost everything again? What are you going to feed your little brat when you get back?"

Someone laughed in a sarcastic tone.

The "she" in the picture grinned and cursed something back, but her eyes were empty. Only when the gambling cup was lifted did a morbid light ignite in them.

Then, it was late at night. A deserted alley, and unsteady footsteps.

She lost her clothes, and she lost the silver hairpin in her hair.

Leaning against the cold wall, his stomach cramped from not eating all day, but he wasn't thinking about hunger; instead, he was figuring out where he could get money tomorrow to try and make up for his losses.

For a moment, Lin Xiuer felt as if she had been dragged into the abyss of darkness once again by boundless despair.

It was as if she could relive the time when she first transmigrated, when she saw no future, no prospects, and was burdened with huge debts.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

The sun shines brightly before me, peace is still with me, and people are coming and going on the streets in the distance.

Those images came and went quickly, but they left a cold, damp mark in her heart, as if something had gently bitten her.

This is the quagmire where the original owner of this body fell into depravity, and also the beginning of her own nightmare.

The woman who was swallowed up by this door, whose flesh and blood were slowly drained by the vice of gambling, and who finally chose to hang herself when she had nowhere else to turn.

She took a deep breath and felt Ping An tighten her grip on her hand.

Lin Xiuer shook her head, forced a smile, and tried to make her tone sound more relaxed: "It's nothing, it's just... I remembered some things from the past."

Ping An didn't ask any further questions, only hummed in response, but the strong hand never let go.

She looked at him, and a complex emotion suddenly welled up inside her.

I feel grateful, fortunate, and a little scared.

If she hadn't transmigrated into this body, if she hadn't happened to find the spiritual spring, if she hadn't happened to find this man, and if there hadn't been so many people willing to help her...

The woman who screamed "Big! Big! Big!" in the fragments of memory, even if she hadn't died then, she probably wouldn't have had a good ending.

This door was once an abyss that swallowed the original body.

But now, she has come to fill that abyss with her own hands.

"Let's go. After we pay back the money, we'll never have to come to a place like this again." She exhaled, her eyes regaining their clarity and determination, and she was the first to push open the door.

The door hinges creaked slightly, and a familiar yet unfamiliar murky smell wafted over.

This time, she was no longer a puppet controlled by gambling addiction, but someone who would end it all herself.

The gambling den had a large hall, but the lighting was much lower than outside, relying on a few tall windows and oil lamps on the walls for illumination.

Several gambling tables were scattered around, but at the moment only one table was occupied by four or five people who were shouting and placing bets.

The other pai gow and betting tables were empty, with a few thugs and dealers in short jackets standing around three or four gamblers, arms crossed, watching the spectacle.

Zhang Mazi was dozing off, his legs crossed, leaning back in a chair behind a gambling table.

Behind the gambling table surrounded by a group of people, a young dealer was vigorously shaking a dice cup.

The young croupier was fair-skinned and clean-cut. His dice-shaking movements were very flashy, and a faint, wicked smile hung at the corner of his mouth.

The dice cup flew up and down in his hands, clattering and scattering, making the eyes of the idle men around him widen.

"Bet placed, bet placed, no more bets." With a flick of his wrist, the dice cup spun three times in the air before landing back in his hand and slamming onto the table.

When Lin Xiuer pushed the door open, Du Qi was opening a wine cup and shouted, "Four, five, six, big! All gone!"

Several gamblers sighed and cursed, throwing coins at him with a clatter.

After he finished collecting the money, he looked up and saw two figures, one tall and one short, entering through the door. Du Qi was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Hey! Isn't this Sister Xiu'er? What a rare guest!" Du Qi placed the dice cup on the table and greeted her familiarly.

Although Lin Xiuer has lost a lot of weight recently, her figure is still noticeable, and he recognized her immediately.

Her gaze then shifted, and she caught sight of the man who had come in with her. A playful smile immediately appeared on her face.

Ping An's appearance immediately caught the attention of the people inside. He was tall and slender, with a unique air about him, and his handsome face was completely out of place in this smoky and chaotic place.

The thugs' eyes sharpened instantly as they scanned him.

"It's been so long since we've seen you. We thought you'd forgotten all about us. What, not selling pancakes today? Remembered you want to play a couple of rounds here?"

"I heard from the slanted-eye guy that my sister's food stall business is booming lately. The line at the market entrance is so long that you can't even get a seat if you go late."

"You've made a lot of money lately, haven't you? Want to try your luck with a few rounds?" He deliberately dragged out his words, his eyes and brows full of half-serious teasing.

A round-faced, younger-looking dealer leaned against his empty gambling table, arms crossed, joking around.

"Du Ping, stop talking nonsense. Lin Dapang is a legitimate businessman now, he's not on our side anymore."

"Who's being cheeky? I'm just concerned about our Sister Xiu'er!" The croupier, called Du Ping, was not ashamed at all and still winked at Lin Xiu'er.

"Without you, the entire gambling den feels much quieter."

Several idle dealers and gamblers nearby also started laughing and chattering, "That's right, Fatty Lin, now that you've made a fortune, why don't you patronize your old customers!"

"You lost a lot of money here back then, don't you want to win it back?"

A group of people's eyes lingered on Lin Xiuer and Ping An, scrutinizing them with curiosity and a hint of ill intent.

There have been many rumors about Lin Xiuer lately. She is said to be an excellent pastry maker, and the man she keeps is a skilled fighter. The Black Fish Gang was even beaten up by that man for causing trouble for her, and is now completely ruined.