I Picked a Fight with the Living King of Hell, and My Rugged Husband Spoils Me Rotten

Su Lanlan, an expert at coasting through the apocalypse, opened her eyes to find herself transmigrated into the body of a delicate beauty in the 1970s.

From the start, her awful relatives planned to sell her to a cripple as a bride. Without a second thought, she turned around and lay down in front of the vehicle belonging to Lu Zhanting, the most terrifying “Living King of Hell” in the entire military district.

“Comrade, you hit me. You have to take responsibility!”

Lu Zhanting was a stern-faced regimental commander, twenty-eight and raising two children. The women in the military compound went weak in the knees just hearing his name. Everyone waited to see Su Lanlan, a pampered young woman, get worked to death by him.

But the longer they waited, the more the story took a bizarre turn.

The fearsome Regiment Commander Lu who radiated killing intent on the training ground made it his first order of business at home to fetch water and wash his wife’s feet.

The Living King of Hell, a stickler for principles, would sneak to the mess hall in the middle of the night to “pull strings” just because his wife said, “I want some meat.”

Even his two little troublemakers, who could wreck the house in a heartbeat, were easily won over by Su Lanlan’s braised pork. They followed her around every day, calling, “Stepmom, my dad isn’t good enough for you. Just be with me!”

The army wives in the compound were dumbfounded. Wasn’t he supposed to be the Living King of Hell? How did he become so henpecked?

After they married, the utterly spoiled Su Lanlan reclined in the man’s strong arms and said with absolute confidence, “Lu Zhanting, you can hit me anywhere but the face!”

The man’s dark eyes were deep as he pulled her into his arms. His voice was hoarse. “Fine, anywhere you like. But now it’s my turn to ‘hit’ back...”