When Xu Wanjun, the rose of the military, told me she had been injured in the war and could no longer have children, I accepted it without hesitation in my previous life because I loved her.
Two years later, she brought a boy of just over a year old back from the military compound and said, "I'm sorry to put you through this. Let's take in a child to keep you company."
The child was wrapped in a military greatcoat, with a jade longevity lock from Hetian tied around his wrist. He was clearly from a wealthy family.
Though I didn't understand, I raised the child to be as lovely as a little jade doll over the next ten years, while Xu Wanjun grew busier and busier.
It wasn't until I fainted and was diagnosed with stomach cancer that she came back to sign the papers.
But the head nurse frowned and said, "Comrade Zhao, was your marriage certificate handwritten? There's no record of a spouse in the System, so your signature doesn't count."
I dragged my sick body to the military compound to find her, only to hear Comrade Li say urgently, "Commander, Brother Lijun has no family, and the hospital is demanding a signature! You have to register your marriage first to count as Brother Lijun's spouse..."
She gave a cold laugh. "What's the rush? If the old man hadn't forced me to start a family back then, and if I hadn't been waiting for Jiahui to come back from America... how could I have married him? I've waited all these years. There's no way I'm registering my marriage with a stand-in!"
"But young master Yaoyang is clearly the child you had with Comrade Jiahui. He raised him for ten years. If anyone finds out the marriage certificate is fake..."
"Jiahui is divorced and coming back to the country soon." She smoothed her skirt. "Once the paperwork is done, I'll arrange for Lijun to enter the military sanatorium, and that'll be the end of this. He's so guileless, he won't make a fuss with me over a marriage certificate."
My throat turned sickly sweet, and blood spattered across the military-green carpet as I vomited.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my wedding night.
Looking at my wife, who wore a guilty expression as she said she couldn't have children, I replied, "Then let's get a divorce!"
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