On her first day after transmigrating into a book, Li Miaomiao does three things:
Flips the table, picks a fight, and walks away with nothing.
Her mother-in-law faints from crying, her sister-in-law's face swells up, and the village chief stamps his seal: This woman is not to be messed with.
The senior officer staying next door is burning up with a fever and close to death.
I save him with a packet of fever medicine and leave a note: Five yuan. Don't forget to pay me back.
The next day, he comes to my door. He doesn't want money. He wants me.
“Marry me.”
“What do you see in me? That I'm pregnant? That I'm poor? That I can slap people until their faces hurt?”
He falls silent for three seconds. “That you're ruthless.”
On the day we register our marriage, my in-laws show up with people to drag me away.
He flashes his military ID. “She's a military spouse now. Interfering with a military marriage carries a sentence of at least three years.”
The whole compound laughs at him for marrying a country widow.
He draws his gun on the spot. “She's mine. Who dares say a word?”
A mean girl says I'm not good enough for him.
He announces in front of everyone, “My wife is my life.”
Later, he becomes the entire military region's number-one henpecked husband.
I ask if he regrets it.
He says, “I do. I regret not getting on my knees to scrub the clothes sooner.”
