[No transmigration + no System + beautiful wife + devoted husband + military officer + army compound]
She’s famous in the army compound as a “lazy, pampered wife.”
She’d rather lie down than sit, with fair skin and stunning looks, and she’s never lifted a finger around the house.
When she follows the troops to a northern military camp, everyone waits to see her make a fool of herself, betting that this southern beauty won’t last three days.
But who would have guessed
The aroma of food from her home is the first to fill the air, and her delicate pastries make the whole regiment’s children drool.
The sweaters she knits have the most fashionable patterns, attracting even the art troupe, who come to ask her for advice.
She sits languidly by the training ground, and the tough, battle-hardened men train as if they’ve been given a shot of adrenaline.
And the cold-faced officer known as the “Living Yama” is stern and hard in public, but dotes on her beyond measure in private:
“My wife’s hands are delicate. I’ll do the heavy work.”
“Anyone who upsets my wife will run ten kilometers with a load on their back!”
At night, he kisses her hair and murmurs in a hoarse voice, “Wanwan, don’t you think it’s time we gave the compound the most beautiful baby?”
Only then do everyone realize: she isn’t “lazy” at all. She’s simply been pampered into a one-of-a-kind, utterly spoiled sweetheart.
It turns out the best kind of life following your husband in the military is being pampered until everyone envies you.
