Married to the Wrong Leader, a Rough Guy, and Spoiled by a Capitalist Lady

Winter 1977, Bincheng. As a "capitalist lady", Jiang Ling decided to take a gamble in order to keep the piano in her hand and not to be randomly assigned to a bachelor. She had her sights set on the gentle and elegant university teacher with an innocent background, and was ready to use some means to "cook rice from raw rice to cooked rice". There was a power outage in the guest house, and in a panic, Jiang Ling pushed the wrong door. In the darkness, the man she hugged was hot all over, his muscles were as hard as stone, and he smelled of strong tobacco. At dawn the next day, I looked at the man next to me wearing a military green vest, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a fierce look on his face, who was wearing a belt—Lu Xiao, the "Living King of Hell" who was feared throughout the military region. Jiang Ling's legs were weak. Lu Xiao lit a cigarette and paused on her red and swollen lips: "Why are you crying? The report has been filed. Follow me back to the compound." Everyone was waiting to see this delicate young lady being tortured to death by a rough man, but what they heard in the corner was the chief's coaxing in a low voice: "Ancestor, don't cry. I'm going to buy that silk skirt right now."