The Chaste Commander Wants a Divorce, but His Sweetheart Kisses Him Until His Eyes Turn Red

Cold, abstinent, irresistibly magnetic, and stern senior officer VS beautiful, pampered, high-maintenance heiress to a capitalist family

[Transmigration into a book + Feel-good military marriage romance + Marriage before love + Spiritual spring space + Raising kids]

The moment Wen Ruan opened her eyes, she had transmigrated into the book The Military Marriage of the Sixties: The Widower Officer Is Such a Heartbreaker! as the male lead's wicked ex-wife.

The original owner was a capitalist's pampered daughter, fair-skinned and beautiful, but spoiled and difficult. She despised the military officer hero for being uneducated, unromantic, and a cold-faced devil.

After asking him for a divorce, she eloped with her scumbag first love. He schemed against her, and her whole family was bound and publicly denounced, wishing they were dead.

Now that Wen Ruan had transmigrated into the book, she stopped being stubborn and followed her parents' advice to join the army as a military wife, holding tight to Lu Zhao's strong, sturdy thigh.

Wen Ruan had this to say: The original owner had no eye for a good thing. How could Lu Zhao be a living devil? He's obviously a walking golden finger!

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Everyone in the military housing compound knew that the cold-faced devil Lu Zhao had married a capitalist heiress who was demanding and spoiled, with all the airs of a bourgeoisie.

But once she actually arrived to join him, they realized this pampered heiress was a real hero who stood up for others!

She could protect children, beat up human traffickers, take on the corrupt Wang couple, and even rescue everyone caught in a flood. A true model military wife and patriot!

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Lu Zhao realized his high-maintenance wife had changed.

She would come up to kiss him on her own and even touch his abs.

She would put a sweet, fragrant egg cake to his lips. “I can't finish this, honey. Help me out.”

She could cook noodles, teach their daughter to read and write, and help her get dressed up.

After Wen Ruan had flirted sweetly with him time and again, Lu Zhao pulled out five or six bankbooks and tossed them to her, indulgence in his voice.

“Buy whatever you want. You don't need to ask me.”

Wen Ruan gave him a smacking kiss, and Lu Zhao could march all the way from the northwest to Shanghai!