I Became the Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife, and the Commander Dotes on Me

[Period Setting + Military Marriage + Sweet Romance + Everyday Life + Joining Her Husband at His Posting + Raising Kids]

Yun Xiaoxi, an inheritor of the Beijing-style cheongsam tradition, took part in a national intangible cultural heritage handicraft project. After staying up all night to finish the work, she unexpectedly died of exhaustion and transmigrated into a period military-marriage novel as He Lin'an's doomed ex-wife, a cannon-fodder character who dies young.

The original owner shared her name and surname. She had been engaged to He Lin'an's eldest nephew, but after being abandoned overnight, she was forced to marry He Lin'an instead. Yun Xiaoxi arrived just in time for their wedding night, and the two had already become husband and wife in name and in fact.

Fortunately, He Lin'an was a man who seemed cold but was warm inside, and he doted on his wife. Yun Xiaoxi happily packed her things to join him at his posting. She put her talents to work on the military compound, sewing and embroidering clothes. Her reputation as a nimble craftswoman spread far and wide, and before she knew it, she had become the most beautiful military wife around and an expert in her field.

He Lin'an was the strongest soldier in the military district, cold and forbidding. He was getting on in years and still hadn't found a wife, much to the leaders' concern. They never expected him to come back from a leave with a wife in tow, then send three telegrams a day to hurry along the approval of his marriage report. Everyone at the base was dying to know what kind of woman had managed to win over He Lin'an, the cold-faced King of Hell.

When Yun Xiaoxi first arrived at the family housing compound, she felt like a monkey at Mount Emei surrounded by gawking onlookers. Everyone who caught a glimpse of her sucked in a breath. Goodness! He Lin'an's wife sure was gorgeous!

Some people said He Lin'an was cold and wouldn't know how to treat a pretty wife. Then they saw him washing the bedsheets with a cold expression and flipping food in a wok like a professional chef.

One day, Yun Xiaoxi rubbed her aching waist and kicked He Lin'an, grumbling, “So much for being good to your wife. This man doesn't know the meaning of restraint.”