The Wicked Beauty Devotes Herself to Raising a Child, While the Cold-Faced Young Officer Begs Her to Come Home Every Night

[Radiant, beautiful comic artist × stoic, disciplined military officer, marriage in the 1980s, feel-good revenge, raising a child, devoted couple, husband pursues wife, everyday life] When Gu Yan woke with a start, she found herself sprawled on top of a disheveled man, with half a packet of powdered medicine scattered by the bed. She had somehow become the wicked stepmother in an 1980s novel who drugged a man and climbed into his bed! The original Gu Yan made one scene after another, leaving her adopted son deaf and mute, and ultimately dying a violent death in the street. Gu Yan quickly packed her things and prepared to leave, but the little one grabbed her by the hem. His clear eyes gazed straight at her, and her heart softened in an instant. “Three months.” She slapped a divorce agreement down in front of her military officer husband. “Once the child can call you Daddy, I’ll disappear right away.” From then on, the military compound was abuzz. The lazy, greedy Gu Yan now practiced speech with the child in the mornings, pored over medical books and prepared medicinal meals at dusk, and sketched designs late into the night. Somehow, she turned their run-down apartment building into a million-yuan home. Everyone said Lu Yuhong had struck gold. Only Gu Yan avoided his heated gaze. The last time she helped straighten his uniform, he got the wrong idea, and the sight of the usually restrained officer with bright-red ears had been too much for her. Then, on the night of the awards ceremony, she returned with honors and designs she had created with a male coworker. The normally stern military officer pinned her against the door, eyes red. “He gets to draw designs with you, and you knit him a sweater too. Comrade Gu Yan, have you already found yourself a replacement?” The little one in her arms suddenly called out brightly, “Daddy!” Taking advantage of the moment, the man pulled her into the master bedroom. His scorching breath brushed her ear. “Can we turn this three-month trial period... into a lifetime?”