Could I Have Become the King of Soldiers in Shancheng Without Being a Playboy?

This hand once pulled the trigger on the most dangerous weapons. Now it carefully shields her soy milk, afraid it might spill.

The fog in the mountain city always seems to hide secrets. Su Xiaotong found a porter at Chongqing's Chaotianmen Wharf.

His name was Chen Shan. He wore a twenty-yuan tank top and carried loads weighing a hundred kilos. When he smiled, a scar at the corner of his eye looked like a wound that had never healed.

"One hundred a day." He held out a callused hand. "I'll pick you up and drop you off, rain or shine."

She had no idea that this legendary warrior of the Golden Triangle had been quietly protecting her for three years, all to fulfill a promise he'd made to a fallen comrade.

A tough guy dotes on his sweet wife, with all the charm of a bygone era!