The 1970s: We Agreed to Go Our Separate Ways, but the Commander Begs Me to Cuddle Every Night

[Historical Era] [Military Marriage] [Substitute Bride] [Marriage First, Love Later] [Sweet on the Outside, Dark on the Inside Heroine] [Face-Slapping Comeuppance]

From the start, her older sister calls off the wedding, and Lin Sui Sui is forced by her cruel mother to take her place as the bride of Zhou Ye, the notorious troublemaking battalion commander of the Red Star Military District.

On their wedding night, the man not only refuses to come to their room, but also throws out a threat: "I married you to repay a debt. Don't try any tricks with me. We each live our own lives, and stay out of each other's way!"

Lin Sui Sui neither cries nor makes a fuss. Instead, she carries a cup of cold tea to her parents-in-law, her eyes faintly red and her voice gentle with every word:

"It's all my fault. I'm not good enough for Brother Zhou Ye. As long as it makes him happy, even if outsiders call the Zhou family 'bullies who abuse their power and repay kindness with ingratitude,' I won't say a word against them."

Her father-in-law is furious when he hears this. With a single military order, he sends the arrogant groom off to shovel manure in the pigsty!

Her mother-in-law feels sorry for her and stuffs an 800-yuan time deposit book, a 78-yuan allowance, and a stack of meat and fabric coupons into her hands that very night!

With a fortune and an official government job in hand, Lin Sui Sui thrives in the military compound.

Her awful mother and her ungrateful older sister get jealous and try to steal her iron rice bowl?

She turns around and slaps them with a heavy accusation and irrefutable evidence, driving her entire birth family out of the military district for good!

Lin Sui Sui counts her money and builds her career, never sparing her good-for-nothing husband a glance.

Then one day, the troupe's star performer comes to pick a fight. Before Lin Sui Sui can even make her move,

the rough battalion commander who once declared, "We each live our own lives," pins her against the edge of the heated kang in the east wing, his muscles taut from the cold water poured over him.

The corners of his eyes red, the man's scorching hands grip her wrist tightly, and his voice is unbearably hoarse:

"Wife, the savings book is yours, and so is my life. You are not allowed to even look at those other men!"