I Met Him in Person, Went Back to the 1970s, Dumped My Jerk Ex, and Married a Doting Officer

[1970s Transmigration into a Book + Military Marriage + Pocket Dimension + Rise to the Top + Marriage Before Love + Punishing Scumbags + Older Man]

Zhu Qinghuan had just inherited a small supermarket spanning a thousand square meters, a large farm spanning eight hundred square meters, and a modest ten-billion-yuan goal. Her life was complete~

And then...

She transmigrated into a book~ On her way to meet her online boyfriend, she missed a step and fell into a period novel.

She became the frail cannon-fodder supporting character who met a tragic end, and the heroine's beloved cousin.

Her parents had been sent down to the countryside, her fiancé had married her cousin instead, and she had been swindled out of both her money and her virtue.

In the end, cold and hungry, she died of illness on the way to the countryside.

Zhu Qinghuan~

Who'd want to be a cannon-fodder who dies miserably!

She wasn't like the original owner, delicate, weak, and clueless.

That scumbag wanted her dowry and was trying to trick her out of her money and virtue?

Beat him! If one beating wasn't enough, give him two. If two weren't enough, give him three. Keep going until he learns his lesson.

Her hypocritical, rotten cousin wanted to steal her food, her money, and her man? Let the scumbag have the man, but the rest stays with her.

She'd be sent down if she didn't get married? Easy. She'd go find herself a soldier at the army base and arrange a marriage of convenience.

But...

Ha! The soldier she'd grabbed on a whim was actually some big shot the scumbag had always wanted to suck up to, but could never get close to~ He was also the hidden antagonist of the whole book, and the catalyst for the scumbag's miserable life.

Ah, why was she so happy?

Zhu Qinghuan grinned until her eyes narrowed.

But... what she hadn't expected was...

Wasn't this supposed to be a marriage of convenience? Why was the soldier getting closer and closer?

Hey! Where are your hands going?

Hey! Where are you looking?

Wait, why is your head getting closer too?

Lu Siyuan wrapped both arms around Zhu Qinghuan's waist, a hint of danger lurking in his deep eyes.

He'd written this wife back to himself one word at a time. Who said anything about a marriage of convenience...?