After Her Divorce, She Became a Nanny and the Compound's Most Popular Woman

[Era + face-slapping + nanny] In her previous life, for the sake of a promise that he would come back for her, Song Nanzhi spent ten years waiting in vain, branded as his child bride. Only after her spiteful mother-in-law drew her last breath did she set off north with a train ticket to find her husband. But what awaited her was her husband's wedding to a highly educated doctor. He called her his country cousin, and his new wife casually pointed her out: “Perfect, we’re looking for a nanny.” Under the pretense of being his cousin, she cared for the couple during the postpartum period and raised their child. After years of giving everything, all she got was this: “Song Nanzhi, how could you ever measure up to Su Man? She’s an independent woman. You’re just a country bumpkin who knows how to do housework.” Everyone around her either pitied or looked down on her, laughing at her for reaching above her station and dreaming of marrying into a better family! Reborn, Song Nanzhi stood outside the military compound and tore up the marriage certificate. “Comrade, are you looking for a nanny?” Who could have guessed that this country woman, once scorned by everyone, would soon have three senior officers fighting over her? An officer’s wife clung to her: “Xiao Song, my old man’s craving your tofu pudding again.” A staff officer’s wife chased her for a mile: “Dear, my little grandson will only eat the custard buns you make.” The most senior political commissar slammed his hand on the table: “Come work for me. I’ll double your pay.” With her cooking and traditional medicine skills, Song Nanzhi became the officers’ favorite, and even a veteran military doctor chased after her to take her on as an apprentice. Then one day, a car from the capital stopped at the compound gates. An old general with graying temples pulled out a yellowed photograph with trembling hands. “My little girl, Daddy’s here to take you home.” The whole military district erupted! Just as her ex-husband knelt in repentance, hoping to claim his country wife back, a young officer raised a marriage application with red-rimmed eyes. “That betrothal we made as children, how long do you think you can keep dodging it?”