Su Miao, a blogger with over a million followers, transmigrated into a period novel as an educated youth sent to a remote island by her scheming stepmother.
As soon as she arrived on the island, a local thug nearly took advantage of her, and no one came to her aid.
To save her own skin, Su Miao gritted her teeth and set her sights on the man no one on the island dared to mess with.
Gu Zheng, the cold-faced naval captain stationed on the island, was known as a “living King of Hell.” He was naturally stern and kept all women at a distance.
Everyone in the military family compound assumed that the only woman suited to Captain Gu would be a thrifty, gentle, hardworking girl who knew her place.
But Su Miao deliberately pretended to twist her ankle on patrol and fell into the water, clinging tightly to Gu Zheng’s leg and crying like a rain-soaked flower.
To put the rumors to rest, Gu Zheng coldly married this delicate “troublemaker” and took her home.
Everyone waited for a laugh, certain that this spoiled little darling would be thrown out by the living King of Hell sooner or later.
Until one day, a woman from the compound went to Gu Zheng to demand justice. Before she could even speak, Su Miao turned her eyes red and made a tearful, one-sided complaint.
Gu Zheng stepped forward and took her hand. “All right, no pretending to cry. Go home and eat first. If you lose weight, you’ll start making a fuss with me again.”
Everyone: ???
A middle-aged woman exclaimed angrily, “Captain Gu, your wife is far too wasteful! She sleeps until noon without making a meal and spends money like water. She’s not a proper military wife at all!”
Gu Zheng turned to face them. “Miaomiao is delicate. I’m the one who told her not to sweep the floor, and I’m happy to let her spend my money. If anyone spreads gossip to upset her again, don’t expect me to be considerate. And as for you, if you hadn’t badmouthed her, why would she have splashed water all over you?”
Hiding behind him, Su Miao couldn’t help laughing softly.
Gu Zheng glanced down at her, his eyes full of helpless indulgence. “Go home and stand in the corner for five minutes. No pouting.”