Shen Ruojing, the famous heiress of a Shanghai capitalist family, marries into a remote northwestern border town under a marriage contract, seeking protection. She becomes the “little wife” of Lu Zheng, the regiment commander known as the Living Yama, a towering six-foot-three man, iron-fisted and abstinent, whose name is said to stop children crying at night.
The army wives in the compound crack sunflower seeds as they wait to see how this pampered city girl, who has never lifted a finger around the house, will end up crying as she gets sent back. They say she has a slender waist and long legs, and would topple in a gust of wind, with nothing going for her but her pretty face. Lu Zheng also thinks it’s just a mutually beneficial arrangement: he gives her security, and she gives him a married status to ward off trouble.
Until...
When the military farm is on the verge of bankruptcy, she turns everything around with a few words. When no one can make sense of the foreign equipment, she stuns everyone with her fluent foreign language.
The army wives are dumbfounded: What happened to the pretty face with no substance? How is she also a money-making genius?
And the regiment commander who supposedly has no interest in women protects her during the day, swiftly and decisively dealing with every disparaging remark. But at night, he corners her against the wall, his tall frame looming over her. His muscles strain beneath his sweat-damp uniform, and his eyes burn with barely restrained desire. “I hear my wife thinks I’m ‘not up to the task’?”
Shen Ruojing blushes in his arms, overwhelmed by their dramatic difference in height and the pressure of his presence. Her legs go weak. “I... I didn’t say that...”
