Shi Qing transmigrated into a book, becoming the real daughter who was maliciously switched at birth in the 1970s.
As soon as she returned to the city, her scumbag father and stepmother forced her to take the fake heiress's place and marry Zhong Sinian, a regiment commander in the far northwest who was rumored to bring misfortune to his wives.
The whole city waited to see the Gobi Desert winds turn Shi Qing into an old woman, and to watch her grovel for a living before the cold-blooded Zhong Sinian.
Shi Qing turned around and bound herself to a hundred-billion-yuan supply-space system.
The barren northwest? She had spirit spring water that could bring anything to maturity!
Zhong Sinian was cold? That was only because he hadn't tasted a feast fit for an emperor!
On their wedding night, Zhong Sinian said coldly, “I don't do relationships. Don't get any ideas about me.”
Shi Qing nodded eagerly. “Understood. We're just roommates.”
But later, on a snowy night, the icy war god clutched Shi Qing by her slender waist, his voice hoarse. “Qingqing, could you make just a little room for me in your heart?”
