Cold-faced, rugged military officer × spirited doctor and devoted mom
Jiang Nan slipped and accidentally transmigrated to 1973. At a young age, she became the wicked stepmother to four children, while her military officer husband had been away from home for a year and a half with no word.
The original owner was mean and lazy, and her life was a complete mess. After Jiang Nan arrived, she put her excellent medical skills to use, rolled up her sleeves to raise the kids and make money, and turned their shabby home into a thriving household.
Just as she and the four children were making a success of their lives, her husband Lin Yingzhou, the military officer who had been missing for a year and a half, suddenly returned.
Looking at his gentle, capable wife, who had made their life so warm and wonderful, he fell for her completely...
The kitchen was filled with a delicious aroma. Jiang Nan was ladling the brown sugar fermented rice into bowls when the man, who had just hung up his uniform, gently wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Lin Yingzhou rested his chin on the crown of her head and asked in a low voice, “It smells delicious. Who did you make it for?”
Jiang Nan paused, then smiled and tilted her head. “I made it to nourish myself. Is that not allowed?”
He tightened his arms around her, his breath brushing her ear. “It’s allowed, of course. It’s just... I’d like a taste too.”
“You’re an officer, and you’re fighting your wife for food?”
“I wouldn’t take anyone else’s,” he said, lowering his head to brush a kiss against her cheek. His voice was tender and sincere. “I only take my wife’s.”
Jiang Nan’s face warmed as she held the bowl out to him. “Here, here, it’s yours. You’re always so good at sweet-talking me.”
But Lin Yingzhou didn’t take it. Instead, he held the hand holding her spoon. “You eat first. I’ll have whatever you leave.”
Her cheeks flushed faintly, and she chided him, “You’re a grown man. Why would you eat my leftovers?”
He lowered his head with a smile, his voice so tender it could melt her.
“Anyone else’s would be leftovers. My wife’s is sweet.”
