After being squeezed out of her last drop of blood by her patriarchal family and sold to a fool as a tool to carry on the family line, Lin Wan'er escaped overnight with her five-year-old son. Holding her only token - a cufflink engraved with the word "war" and all her belongings, she headed north from the Jiangnan water town and broke into the heavily guarded Beijing Military Region compound.
There is only one goal: to find a father for my son!
Rumor has it that the youngest Leng Dian has a long hair, is upright and not lewd, and is the dream of all the girls in the entire compound. Until one day, a Jiangnan woman with a slender figure and watery eyebrows blocked the door of his house with a little doll carved out of his mold.
The whole compound was waiting to see this woman's joke, betting on when she would be thrown out by the unkind Commander Lu.
But they waited and waited until Captain Lu led the people into the house.
At night, the man blocked her in a corner, his tall figure casting a heavy shadow, and his hot breath fell on her ears: "In the courtyard during the day, what do you want from my husband's duties?"
Lin Wan'er clenched the corners of her clothes tightly, her watery eyes trembled slightly: "No, no."
The man's deep voice had a hint of suppressed hoarseness: "What about tonight? Isn't it... Time to satisfy my rights as a husband?"
