[Soul transmigration + military officer + marriage first, love later + pocket dimension + building wealth]
My name is Su Qingyan, and I became Su Jinxiu in 1970. A pocket dimension appeared inside me: a first-aid kit, a supermarket, and fertile black soil became my lifeline in this era.
Before I could even get used to it, I ran into Gu Tingshen.
The man they called “Stone-Faced Gu” lived next door, and to make matters worse, he was my brother’s direct superior. When my brother got promoted, this good-for-nothing in the kitchen had to grit her teeth and put on a celebratory feast. The rolling pin shook in my hands like a leaf, and my dough came out uglier than a shoe insole.
“Your hand’s crooked.”
A voice suddenly came from behind me, making me jump. Gu Tingshen’s hand covered mine. His palm was lightly calloused, and his touch made my hand burn. “You have to press down as you roll.” His chin nearly brushed the top of my head. I could hear his heartbeat over the crackling fire beneath the stove.
“Brother Gu, that’s quite a unique way to teach!”
The tips of his ears turned red. He let go and stepped back half a pace, but still stubbornly said, “I was just demonstrating.”
Yet when he went shopping at the supply and marketing cooperative, he pointed to the pink fabric behind the counter. “Wrap this one up.”
The saleswoman, Wang, smiled. “Buying fabric for your sweetheart?”
He didn’t deny it. He just handed me the fabric, his gaze so hot it made my face burn. “It’ll look good on you.”
Who would have thought there was a bed of glowing coals beneath that icy exterior? But the snake-shaped mark left by the human traffickers and the spies’ radio transmitter pricked at my heart like needles. Thankfully, the penicillin in my pocket dimension saved the wounded, and my mechanical knowledge helped repair damaged parts. It was only when Gu Tingshen stood in front of me to shield me that I understood what he meant by “I was passing by” and “I was just demonstrating.” He wasn’t aloof at all. He was simply sheltering me beneath his wings with quiet tenderness.
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