The 1970s: I Married a Soldier and Raised Our Kids

Reborn as a cannon-fodder woman in the 1970s, jilted by her fiancé and thrown out by her stepmother?

Lin Niannian turns around and marries a cold-faced soldier king whom everyone fears.

On their wedding night, he tosses her a piece of paper. “Twelve house rules. Rule number one: we sleep separately.”

Just what she wants. She still has land to plant in her space.

Three months later.

He corners her against the wall. “Reporting in. I'd like to apply for a promotion to full husband.”

Lin Niannian bites into an apple. “Didn't you say we'd sleep separately?”

He slaps his military medals down on the table. “Is this enough?”

Before she can answer, the little one clings to her leg. “Mom, don't go! Dad can cook!”

The older child silently hands her the household register. “Dad added your name a long time ago.”

Lin Niannian: “???”

Weren't they supposed to stay out of each other's business?

Did these three father and sons plan this all along?!

Separate beds → can't get enough of each other → the father and sons had it all planned from the start.