Blake Curtain

She was a cute and tomboyish girl attending a prestigious national university in the 21st century. However, little did anyone know that she was actually a secret agent groomed by a certain organization since childhood. 

She was about to face her graduation exams when she returned from a mission. But during a break, she dozed off on her desk and unexpectedly discovered that she had transmigrated to an ancient era.

Not only did she lose her delicate appearance and the modern high-tech advancements, but she also became a discarded woman of low status! 

Surprisingly, she embraced this new life and said it suited her perfectly. From then on, the so-called demure girl cultivated the land and occasionally dealt with annoying troublemakers. 

She proclaimed, "Life is boring, but encountering troublemakers is great."

The male lead said, "We have our fair share of troublemakers in my household. Coincidentally, my son lacks a mother. Would the young lady be willing to join my family and live together?"

Spatial Farm Life: Raising My Kid, Abusing Scum, and Keeping Busy With Life

The few people lowered their heads. When they heard this, they couldn't persuade him any further.

"We're also acting on behalf of the headmaster. Don't be offended. The main concern is your future prospects in the government. Your reputation could affect your official career."

"If I can serve the people as an official, I'd be happy. If not, I won't be disheartened. My wife, a woman without any official position, can still do good deeds for the people. Meanwhile, those in high office are feasting on the people's blood and flesh. If that's the case, I'd rather not be an official. I would rather be a good husband, assisting my wife in caring for our home. I want her to work without worries."

"But a man living behind a woman is not right."

Yuan Jiaqi slammed the table and stood up with a glare.

"I won't say anything if you belittle your family's women, but if my wife is belittled, I can't accept it."

Cutting Off Kinship