Having a Litter of Miniature Versions of My Husband, the Only Son for Nine Generations

[Military Marriage + Period Drama + Golden Finger + Feel-Good Face-Slapping + Devoted Couple + Sweet Romance + Marriage Before Love]

A pot of mushroom soup sent Qiao Nianchu into a period novel. There, she became a minor cannon-fodder villainess who married the male lead, made his life miserable, ran away with a scumbag, and died on the road, only to let someone else reap the rewards.

Since she was already married, Qiao Nianchu decided this time to cling to her husband's coattails and win over the two little brats.

Scumbag men could get lost, and scumbag fathers, mothers, and brothers could all be dealt with in one fell swoop!

They said she was lazy and liked to eat? Not a chance. She'd cook something different every day!

They said she was pretty but uneducated? Dream on. She had a PhD in archaeology!

They said she lived off a man? Ha... She slapped a stack of Beijing courtyard-house deeds right in their faces!

The day Cheng Muye returned to his unit, he had a baby in his left arm and a pretty young wife holding his right hand.

The entire military compound was baffled. Someone actually wanted to marry their ice-cold commander? And his little wife was even prettier than a movie star!

Some said having such a beautiful wife was asking for trouble.

Some said she was all looks and no substance.

Some said a woman with such a tiny waist wouldn't be good at having children.

Some said a delicate young wife like that would be impossible to please.

Later, the women were all clamoring for beauty treatments!

Later, the leaders came by one after another to offer praise and thanks!

Later, the commander had a whole brood of mini-me's lining up to call him Dad!

Later, the commander shamelessly begged his wife for kisses under the covers!

Qiao Nianchu: “Will you let me be a pretty ornament in peace or not?”