A major drama queen named Zhang Ranran lived in the Air Force family housing compound.
She was certainly pretty, but...
She wouldn't eat fatty meat, and if something didn't taste good, she couldn't bring herself to take even one bite. She only picked expensive, imported things to buy.
Every few days, she'd buy clothes, shoes, bags, essential oils, soaps, and makeup. Frail and delicate, she couldn't even carry a small bag of rice. When she couldn't get her own man to do something, she'd send one of their husbands instead.
Her skin was so delicate she had to sleep on the softest mattress and wear silk. Tsk, tsk. She really thought she was a princess.
Poor Xu. He'd only just been promoted, and she'd already blown through his entire allowance.
Zhang Ranran knew she and Xu Lingyun were destined to get divorced.
Sooner or later, Xu Lingyun would get fed up with her and ask to break up.
She had no intention of changing.
In the wrong place, these traits made her lazy, picky, and difficult. Put her in the right place, and they would make her shine.
If she was going to get divorced, she couldn't keep spending his money.
No one knew how much she had already lowered her standards just to accommodate Xu Lingyun.
So she secretly made a little "pocket money" of her own.
But one year, two years, three years passed, and she still hadn't received divorce papers from him.
Fine. She would be the one to bring it up.
On a rainy night, Xu Lingyun rushed back from the international airport. Without even taking off his soaking-wet uniform, he pinned her to the sofa and kissed her like a madman.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were bloodshot. "Say that again. What are you going to do?"
"Di..." She couldn't get the next syllable out before he silenced her.
Zhang Ranran couldn't even get out of bed by noon the next day.
Xu Lingyun still remembered the first time he saw Zhang Ranran. She was standing far away, holding two pink cymbidium orchids.
His eyesight was so good that he could make out a speck of dirt on the front of her white dress, even from that distance.
Had she bought those two pink flowers to hide the stain?
For the first time, he became curious about a woman.
It seemed that his curiosity would never end.
How could he ever get tired of her?
Get tired of the way the tip of her nose grew damp when she was satisfied with a dessert?
Get tired of the light catching her fingertips as she sprayed perfume on herself?
Or get tired of the catlike little whimpers she made when she was sated?
She was his flight path. No matter how many times he took off and landed, she still stirred the same feelings as the first time.
Theme: Put a difficult woman in the right place, and she's a treasure.
