Remarrying to a Simple Man
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Chapter 1

Chapter 1 — Remarrying to a Simple Man

Updated 10/08/2026 5 min read

Tran Canh and I got along well and gave birth to a boy and a girl. Everyone in the world said that I - a woman from a business background - could marry Tran Canh, it was truly a good destiny from heaven. We used to believe that too. Until I was reborn, returning to that age of sixteen, I held my shyness in my heart, held the hydrangea in both hands, quietly waiting for the new graduate to ride a horse around the street. But... Tran Canh coldly waved his hand, knocking my hydrangea away. He didn't even bother to look back, no matter who the hydrangea fell on, as if - no matter who I married, it no longer had anything to do with him. At that moment, I woke up... In this life, Tran Canh - already wanted to change his wife. Later, the person he married... was the person he accidentally waved his hand and let the hydrangea fall on him. And also... the person to whom I pledge to give my whole heart for the rest of my life.

1

I was reborn and returned to the day I was sixteen years old, the day I threw the hydrangea cocoon. I did not hesitate, still patiently waiting for Tran Canh to appear. Today is the day the new doctoral graduates ride horses around the city. Vermillion Avenue is crowded with people. Tran Canh, as a poinsettia, of course led the procession. I was so impatient that I couldn't wait any longer, I just wanted to quickly see him again. Reminiscing about our past lives, he and I were in harmony and respected each other like new people. Tran Canh rose all the way, straight to the cabinet, allowing a woman from a business background like me to become a noble lady. Although life sometimes stumbles, in the end, it is still considered a good relationship. So, living another life, I still firmly choose him. When the horse procession approached, the cheers were as loud as thunder. I just took a glance and saw Tran Canh. At this time, he was in his bright youth, handsome and radiant, like jade like the light of the full moon. In my previous life, ten years after Tran Canh passed away, I followed him. At this moment, when I met my old friend again, my heart was naturally so happy that I forgot - forgot the gloomy, profound light in his eyes. The little maid An Lac next to her whispered: "Miss! Look, the poinsettia and detective flower are both here!" Although my Tham family is a merchant, our business is prosperous, and we sometimes take on jobs for the royal family. I am the eldest daughter, and from a young age I have known how to weigh pros and cons, and think about the future of the Tham family. Therefore, the person who chooses to be a husband absolutely cannot be ordinary. Tran Canh and I have known each other since half a year ago. He had just arrived in the capital, he was lonely, and unfortunately his luggage was robbed. Seeing that he had an unusual demeanor and was a reader, I came to his aid, invited him to stay at the inn under the Tham family's name, and generously donated money to help. At that time, Tran Canh once said - a drop of water of kindness will surely repay the source. I didn't ask for anything in return. There's no intention to tie him down with love. It's just... two young people, easily moved in their youth, and he has expressed his feelings many times. We already have a tacit understanding of each other. Therefore, I decided to choose today to throw hydrangea cocoons. I held the hydrangea with both hands, my eyes only watched Tran Canh, waited until he rode his horse to Kim Ngoc downstairs, then threw the hydrangea straight at him. I think everything will go smoothly like in the previous life. Who would have thought... Tran Canh raised his head, those deep eyes were as quiet as an ancient well, without a ripple waves, not even the slightest bit of warmth. He raised his hand - coldly knocking the hydrangea away. The moment our eyes met, my heart felt like it was being squeezed. That's not right... This is not the look that Tran Canh used to look at me in his previous life. The hydrangea was knocked off course, amidst everyone's frightened eyes, and hit a big man standing on the street corner. The sound of commotion rang out in all directions. An Lac gasped and cried loudly: "Ah - Miss! You threw it wrong!" The smile on my face stiffened. Tran Canh calmly withdrew his gaze, decisively cut off my face, he spurred his horse to leisurely leave, continuing to pick up the faculty as if nothing had ever happened. He completely ignored the hydrangea. Don't care who will receive it. He - doesn't want to marry me anymore. He also doesn't care who I will marry in this life. He waved his hand and threw away my fate, as gently as dust off my shirt. He... In this life, he already wanted to change his wife.

2

The incident happened so unexpectedly, completely beyond my expectations. My father, a businessman with a warm personality, when he heard the news, his eyes turned red and tears welled up as he said:

“How could a daughter of the Tham family marry a beggar?!”

My mother had a dignified appearance and great strength. She slapped her hand down on the desk, causing the tea cup on the table to shake continuously.

"Now that it's done, the Tham family can't turn back! That guy Tran Canh is truly an ungrateful traitor! If he had known so long ago, my son would not have been stupid enough to capture the son-in-law in front of the gold plate! If he didn't want to get married, he shouldn't have casually thrown the embroidered ball to someone else!"

My little brother pouted and added:

“I already told you that reading books with a full belly doesn't necessarily mean you're a good person!”

As for me, my hands and feet were cold, only then did I slowly realize a big thing - Tran Canh, perhaps also reincarnated. It's clear that he and I were a passionate husband and wife in our previous lives, so why have we broken our promise now? If I say it doesn't hurt, that would be a lie. But I am not the type of woman who is sad and sad about spring and autumn. It happened, crying and complaining is useless.

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