Wrongly Married to a Rough Commander, the Capitalist’s Daughter Is Doted On

Winter, 1977. Bincheng.

Jiang Ling, a “capitalist's daughter,” decides to take a gamble to protect her piano and avoid being randomly married off to some bachelor.

She sets her sights on a refined, mild-mannered university professor from a respectable family, planning to use a few tricks to make sure they “cross the line before marriage.”

A blackout at the guesthouse, hurried footsteps, and Jiang Ling opens the wrong door.

In the darkness, she wraps her arms around a man whose body is burning hot, his muscles hard as stone, carrying the pleasant scent of strong tobacco.

At daybreak, she sees the man beside her: dressed in an army-green undershirt, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with a fierce look as he fastens his belt. It's Lu Xiao, the military district's dreaded “Living Yama.”

Jiang Ling's legs nearly give out.

Lu Xiao lights a cigarette, his gaze lingering on her swollen lips. “Why are you crying? I've already filed the paperwork. Come home with me to the military compound.”

Everyone waits to see the delicate young lady get worked to death by the rugged soldier, but what they hear from around the corner is the commander pleading softly with her:

“Darling, stop crying. I'll go buy you that silk dress right now.”