My Ex-Husband Protects His Widowed Sister-in-Law at Every Turn. After I'm Reborn and Remarry, He Panics

[Military marriage + sweet romance + both leads devoted only to each other + no golden finger] Wang Yingying, a modern web-novel writer, worked herself to death after writing nonstop for seven days.

When she woke up, she had transmigrated into a novel called Sweet Military Marriage in the Eighties. The original Wang Yingying, who shared her name, was a disposable supporting character. After she got engaged to Xu Zhiming, the novel’s male lead, he left to join the army and was gone for three years. During that time, Wang Yingying looked after Xu Zhiming’s lame father and his mother, who had suffered a partial stroke. She and her family also helped with all the work around the Xu household. In the end, none of them got a happy ending.

With the wedding date agreed upon by the two families fast approaching, Xu Zhiming had already submitted his marriage application to the army. But the previous month, his comrade Zhou Fulin had died saving him during a mission. With his dying breath, Zhou Fulin had asked Xu Zhiming to look after his wife and daughter. Xu Zhiming was more than willing to do so, and went to Zhou Fulin’s hometown to bring back his wife, Liu Juan, and their six-year-old daughter, Liu Xiaoxia.

In the novel, three days after marrying Wang Yingying, Xu Zhiming took Liu Juan and her daughter with him to his base.

Wang Yingying stayed behind to care for the entire Xu family. Xu Zhiming did not even return when she became pregnant and gave birth, nor did he send money home. The original Wang Yingying thought he was having a hard time in the army. She had no idea that he was using his monthly salary and allowances, more than a hundred yuan, to support Liu Juan and her daughter. In the end, she worked herself to death before turning fifty.

Her own son even drowned in a river at the age of three because no one was there to look after him.

Thinking back over the original Wang Yingying’s life, Wang Yingying could only shake her head. Now that she had transmigrated into this story, she wasn’t going to keep being a doormat. If you want to repay a favor, go ahead, but I’m not playing along. I’m calling off the engagement.