From the Start, My Entire Family Was Martyred in the 1960s, and the Cold-Faced Officer Goes Wild

Shen Qingqiu transmigrated to the materially deprived 1960s, and found herself in hell mode from the start: her parents and elder brother had all died in the line of duty. A plaque honoring six martyrs hung high in the house, yet it couldn't stop her despicable sister-in-law from trying to sell her to an old bachelor, or a lecherous section chief from making unwanted advances.

Looking at her three frail, bony nieces and nephews, who would grow up to become world-ending villains, Shen Qingqiu wiped away her tears and clutched the martyr's certificate to her chest.

To find the children a powerful protector, she set her sights on Lu Zhan, the cold-faced King of Hell who had come to deliver the compensation money.

"Regimental Commander Lu, we need a home, and you need a wife with a spotless family background to secure your future. How about we marry for mutual benefit?"

Before the wedding, Lu Zhan was the picture of restraint: "We'll get the marriage certificate, but won't act as husband and wife. Separate beds."

After the wedding, Shen Qingqiu stared at the third bed this man had kicked to pieces, rubbing her aching waist as she gritted her teeth. "Lu Zhan, you liar!"

The regimental commander, bare-chested, stubbed out his cigarette. His gaze was dark. "The organization has approved it. Tonight, I'll apply for a fourth child."

At the door, the three children, now plump and rosy-cheeked, raised their wooden sticks. "Don't bully our mom... Huh? Is Dad washing Mom's feet?"