Transmigrated Into a Book With Billions in Supplies, I’m Spoiled by a Cold Military Officer

[Transmigrating into a book set in the 1970s + a supplies storage space + raising a child + the husband’s long road to winning his wife back]

My name is Su Wanwan. I’m an award-winning producer, and I woke up one day to find I’d transmigrated into a book set in the 1970s.

I was the awful ex-wife who made everyone’s life hell. From the start, I was in nightmare mode: I abused my daughter, had a terrible reputation, faced a difficult mother-in-law and a cousin who coveted my husband, and had a cold-faced husband press a divorce agreement on me and demand I sign it.

According to the plot, I was supposed to cry, throw a fit, threaten suicide, and eventually freeze to death on the street.

But I refused! Faced with that man’s look of disgust, I snatched the pen from him and signed my name in one smooth flourish: Divorce! Whoever backs out is a coward!

With my supplies storage space, all I wanted was to live my best life on my own with my adopted daughter.

But… why was the plot starting to feel a little off?

I made braised pork so delicious that the whole compound was drooling, but instead of calling me wasteful, he quietly ate my leftovers?

I set up a stall selling hair ties and made a thousand yuan a day, but instead of arresting me for profiteering, he helped fend off my suitors?

I was already packing my bags to leave, so why did he tear up the divorce papers?

…

My name is Gu Lincuan. I’m a regimental officer, and at home I have a vicious wife who gives me a headache.

She abused our child and made our home a living hell. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I asked for a divorce. To my surprise, she was in even more of a hurry than I was. She signed without batting an eye.

I thought it was just a ploy to make me back down, and waited for her to cry and beg me to take her back.

But she changed.

Her cooking was better than the state-run restaurant’s, and she looked so confident and radiant when she was doing business.

The shrew who used to do nothing but throw tantrums was gone. In her place was a woman I couldn’t take my eyes off.

Seeing her packed bags, I panicked. I blocked the doorway, my eyes red as I said, “Wanwan, if you won’t divorce me, I’ll give you my life.”