Su Qinghuan has lived under her uncle's roof for eighteen years. Now her aunt wants to marry her off to a fifty-year-old widower for an 800-yuan bride price.
She's not worried.
Because last night, in the pouring rain, she had already “accidentally” fallen into Huo Jianbing's arms.
The coldest regiment commander in the entire military district had gripped her waist, his hands trembling.
The next day, Huo Jianbing slapped a marriage application down on the political commissar's desk.
Her aunt stormed in to make a scene, but one look from him froze her in place.
Her stuck-up cousin's face twisted with jealousy. “How does some country girl like her deserve, ”
Huo Jianbing pulls Su Qinghuan behind him, his voice as cold as a blade. “She's my wife. Let anyone say one more word and see what happens.”
On the day they registered their marriage, Su Qinghuan moved into the largest commander’s quarters on the compound.
A year later, she gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, and her mother-in-law doted on them like the apple of her eye.
Three years later, Su Qinghuan held all the influence in the military compound, and her aunt's family came begging for her help.
Su Qinghuan smiled and closed the door.
Inside, Commander Huo corners her against the wall. “Putting on that poor, helpless act for people again? Hmm? Aren't you going to come back and sweet-talk me?”
