(Older military officer x capitalist heiress + age gap + both sexually inexperienced)
Before capitalist heiress Song Wan was sent down to the cowshed, her student Gu Xiaoman leaned close to her ear and offered a tip.
“Marry my dad! He’s the youngest commander in the military district, and he’s rich with plenty of ration coupons!”
“Pretend to be his wife to avoid the struggle sessions, and I’ll treat you like my own daughter!”
Looking at her ransacked home, Song Wan gritted her teeth and marched into the military compound.
Everyone laughed at her for dreaming too big.
“Commander Gu Lin is the devil of the army. He’s thirty and still unmarried, so he must have something wrong with him!”
“A spoiled capitalist flower with a living devil? She’ll be crying back to the cowshed in three days!”
On the night they registered their marriage, Song Wan curled up in the corner of the kang and laid down the rules. “Commander Gu, we’ll sleep separately. After all, you’re… ahem, an ascetic.”
The man calmly unbuckled his belt, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Rumors can be harmful.”
His breath, scented with alcohol and cedar, pressed down on her. Song Wan’s legs went weak.
So much for being impotent.
Who was this hungry wolf?
