The Wicked Woman Enters the Compound in the 1970S, and Her Frail Husband Hands Her a Knife

In her village, Su Fu was the crazy girl everyone dreaded. Her one and only rule was: whoever made her unhappy would get their whole family dragged down with them. When she found out that her uncle and aunt’s family planned to steal the military marriage meant for her and have her cousin Lin Qiaoqiao take her place, she immediately reported them. Actually, no, she swooped in and stole the marriage herself. She hurried to the city that very night. She didn’t find the soldier from the letter, but instead ran into a sickly young man more beautiful than any girl: Shen Yu, the youngest son of the Shen family, the most untouchable family in the military compound. Leaning against the wall and coughing violently, the man handed her an agreement. “Marry me, and I’ll take care of everything for you. Your family, your household registration, your money.” Su Fu’s eyes lit up as she looked at his devastatingly handsome face and the wealth behind him. What a deal! A real bargain! After the wedding, the military compound was in an uproar. Everyone said the sickly young master of the Shen family, who panted after every few steps, had married a crude country bumpkin and would soon be cursed to death. People flocked to the Shen family to complain. “Commander Shen, your daughter-in-law has hung the Li family’s child from a tree again!” “Commander Shen, she got caught reselling radios and was hauled in!” Commander Shen’s blood pressure soared with rage, but Shen Yu calmly cleaned up her messes. Then at night, when they got home, he cornered her against the wall, his eyes red and his voice hoarse. “Fu Fu, did you get into another fight today? Does your hand hurt? Let me rub it for you…” As he spoke, the hand that conducted precision research for important figures and held a pen traveled from her wrist upward, finally coming to rest on her waist, gently massaging it. “Your waist must be tired too, right? Let’s turn in early tonight. I’ll warm your bed.” Su Fu: …So much for a marriage of convenience. Why are we “working out my waist” every night?