“Regimental Commander Huo, according to the rules, I get half this bed.”
Su Jiaojiao hugs a pillow as her slender, fair toes brush against the man’s taut calf, seemingly by accident. Her eyes glisten, looking utterly lovable.
In the darkness, the usually stern and impartial officer Huo Lanting suddenly breathes heavily, the veins on his forehead bulging. He rolls over and pulls the soft, delicate educated youth sent to the countryside into his arms. His voice is hoarse. “Su Jiaojiao, don’t think that having that certificate means you can set me on fire whenever you like! You can’t put out my fire!”
Su Jiaojiao, a PhD in agricultural science and a food critic, transmigrates into a book and becomes a cannon-fodder character in the 1970s, sent to the countryside in place of her stepsister.
She plans to use her secret space and modern knowledge to enjoy the country life, watch the drama unfold, and keep her head down. Who knew that on her very first day there, she would accidentally fall into the arms of this famously abstinent big shot?
Wasn’t theirs supposed to be a marriage of convenience, with each minding their own business? After she joins the army, everyone in the family compound expects this delicate girl, who can’t even lift a shoulder, to become a laughingstock. Instead, she uses modern techniques to cook delicious food, grow crops, sew new clothes, and deal with the worst troublemakers, leaving the whole compound drooling and clamoring for more.
And the cold-faced living King of Hell who swore he’d never touch her now corners her against the wall every night and kisses her, holding her by the waist. Red-eyed, he shamelessly pleads, “Wife, I’m requesting overtime tonight. Let’s make a baby!”