A Billion in Supplies on the March, Spoiled by My Chaste Commander

The very first second after being reborn in 1976, Jiang Zhi realized she was sprawled inside a military tent in the vast northwestern desert, fumbling with a man's belt buckle as if she had a death wish!

In her previous life, a scumbag had tricked her into the wasteland, where she met a tragic end at the jaws of a wolf pack. This time, with a hundred-billion-yuan supermarket space at her disposal, she swore to cling to the strongest support within reach.

Lu Hanxiao, the “Living King of Hell” who struck terror into the enemies of the Northwestern Theater Command, was now glaring at the audacious young educated youth in his arms, his eyes bloodshot. He'd just returned from a top-secret mission, his murderous aura not yet faded, and this woman dared to put her hands all over him?

“Miss, do you know you're playing with fire?” His rough fingers, calloused from handling guns, clamped around her wrist.

Eyes brimming with tears, Jiang Zhi forced herself to put on a brave face. In front of the jealous schemer and political commissar who had barged in to catch them in the act, she cried sweetly, “Commander Lu, didn't you just say... that you liked girls like me best?”

The Living King of Hell, who kept his distance from women, had actually been hiding a beauty in his tent?

The next second, Lu Hanxiao gave a cold laugh and swept her into his arms. “Since you know what I like, then let's pick up where we left off.”