Cutting Ties with My Trash Dad! The Poor Little Thing Flirts with a Soldier King and Gets Spoiled Rotten

[Transmigration to the 1980s + Period Setting + Fictional World + Parallel World + Everyone’s Favorite + Raising Simulator Shop + Redemption + Military Marriage] Her modern-day scumbag father holds out a steaming bowl of meat noodles. “Be a good girl and go with that family. If you give them three kids, it’ll pay off my gambling debts, and I can use the rest of the money to buy a house!” Su Jinhuan’s stomach churns. She would rather die than become a broodmare sold to pay off his debts! While making a desperate escape, she slips and falls into a river. When she opens her eyes again, she has transmigrated to a fictional version of the 1980s. Standing before her is none other than Ge Yanbei, the human weapon who was her husband in the raising simulator game she had spent half a year playing! “Ding! Binding successful!” A hug from him earns one intimacy point; a kiss earns a hundred. White steamed buns, braised pork, and even hard-to-find baby formula from the Raising Simulator Shop can all be redeemed with intimacy points! Before Su Jinhuan can even celebrate, her 1980s-era scumbag father tries to sell her off for a bride price. She immediately cuts ties with him! But when she opens the binding panel and sees the names of four other characters, her heart starts pounding. This isn’t just about raising intimacy levels: it’s a battlefield of romantic rivals! She has to raise every character’s intimacy level to 10,000 before she can return to the modern world. She clutches the panel and chokes back tears when suddenly there’s a heavy thud at the courtyard gate. A man in an army-green uniform stands there, broad-shouldered and sturdy, his dark eyes like steel tempered in ice, fixed squarely on her. His voice is hoarse and rough. “Miss Su, I’ve brought your luggage. Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” “Ge Yanbei?!” Su Jinhuan stumbles back in shock, only to feel his outstretched hand against her lower back. His fingertips brush the corners of her reddened eyes, and a hint of roguish amusement crosses his face. “Why are you crying? Whoever bullied you, I’ll beat them up for you.”