The 1980s Intellectual Youth Has a Silky Waist, and the Chaste Officer Loses His Cool

"You little brat, being sold to a cripple for five hundred yuan is your good fortune!" Her gambling stepfather's curses still rang in Su Ruanruan's ears, while her mother's critical-condition notice lay cold in her hands.

Desperate, Su Ruanruan called a classified ad seeking a woman to bear a child.

The next morning, she rushed to the hospital with three thousand yuan in life-saving money, only for her stepfather to stop her in the street!

"You little slut, where'd you get the money? Did you sell yourself?" He showered her with obscenities and slapped her hard, pinning her to the ground as he tried to snatch the money she needed to save her mother's life!

"Stop!"

A furious shout rang out, and military boots hit the ground. The man's guard rushed in and, with a sharp crack, dislocated her stepfather's arm on the spot! The thug who had been swaggering around a moment earlier was now so terrified he nearly wet himself!

"You dared lay a hand on someone under the commander's protection?"

Only then did Su Ruanruan realize she hadn't gotten involved with some Hong Kong businessman. She'd provoked the living King of Hell, a man who ruled Beicheng with an iron fist!

He carried her back to the room, his gaze dangerous. "No one gets to bully my woman. And don't even think about running. Now, let's talk about having a son."