You Wanted to Be a Military Wife, So Why Do You Make the Regiment Commander Wait on You Every Day?

Something new had happened in the residential compound: Su Ruo, the most pampered “pretty prop” in the art troupe, had married Gu Hanxiao, the most untouchable “cold-faced King of Hell,” and inherited three stepsons who could bring the roof down.

Next door, the sharp and capable Lin Wan munched on melon seeds, gloating. She’d rejected the Gu family because it was a living hell, then married a genteel, respectable administrator instead, and was waiting to see Su Ruo make a fool of herself.

On the wedding night, the compound placed its bets: Su Ruo would run away within three days.

But then, in the Gu family courtyard...

The eldest son roared, “Dad, be gentle with the laundry! That’s Mom’s silk dress!”

The second son held up a jar of cold cream. “Who said my mom was lazy? This is called living in style! Mom, put some on!”

The third stuck out his bottom. “Mom, the foot bath is just the right temperature. Give me a hug~”

And what of Regiment Commander Gu, the man everyone feared?

Late at night, the man’s rough hands clasped Su Ruo’s slender waist. His voice was hoarse. “Ruoruo, the bathwater’s ready. Tonight it’s my turn to take care of you.”

Su Ruo rolled over and let out a sleepy whine. “I’m tired. I don’t want to move.”

The man chuckled, wrapped her in the quilt, and leaned over her. “All right, then we’ll move a different way.”

Lin Wan’s melon seeds scattered all over the floor. “What happened to the miserable stepmother? How did she become the queen of the whole family?”