The Young Marshal’s Green Tea Darling

[A seemingly delicate black-lotus beauty who is actually a ruthless powerhouse heroine × a seemingly cold, domineering tycoon who is actually a love-struck young marshal × two equally formidable spouses]

Gu Yunsheng transmigrates into a Republic of China novel as a country wife who is about to be divorced and left to die on the street.

When the adjutant brings her divorce papers, she reddens her eyes and puts on a tearful performance. It works: Lu Chenzhou tears up the agreement and lets her stay in the warlord's residence as a helpless, “too delicate to fend for herself” flower.

Jealous socialites sneer at her? She casually alters a dress design and sets off a citywide trend.

A love rival poisons her? With tears in her eyes, she deftly switches the dishes, leaving her rival to embarrass herself in front of everyone.

Foreigners give her a hard time? She fires back in the languages of eight nations, leaving them speechless, then turns and buries her face in the young marshal's arms, whimpering, “Are they picking on me because they think I don't understand foreign languages...?”

Lu Chenzhou pulls her close and surveys the room with a cold gaze. “Anyone who makes my wife lift a finger will pay with their whole family's lives.”

Then an assassination attempt strikes. He is badly wounded and falls to the ground, only to see the delicate flower rip open her qipao, revealing a sleeve of scars and a holster at her waist. She crushes the assassin's throat beneath her foot, smoke curling from her gun.

Amid the gunpowder smoke, she arches a brow and smiles. “Young Marshal Lu, now... who's protecting whom?”

That night, in the warlord's residence

Gu Yunsheng rubs her temple and pants coquettishly. “I was so scared today. Only a kiss from you will make me feel better...”

Lu Chenzhou kneels to apply medicine to her, his fingertips tracing the old scars on her arm as he chuckles. “Keep pretending. Where's that ferocity you showed earlier?”

Then she yanks him down by his tie, and he hears his wife whisper in his ear:

“My ferocity... isn't it already on full display with you, Young Marshal?”