My Rough-Hewn Husband Said We'd Sleep Apart, Then Came at Night With His Blanket, Begging Me to Let Him Stay

After dying suddenly, she wakes up in the 1980s as an ugly woman so lazy that everyone despises her. Wearing a stinky red wedding dress, she throws a tantrum and tries to steal a groom.

The stone-faced senior officer can take no more and drags her home, then slaps a divorce agreement in her face.

She looks at her husband in his green uniform, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs.

She tears the report to shreds.

"I'm not getting divorced, Senior Officer Song. I want to win you over again."

Everyone grabs a little stool and waits for the troublemaker to be driven out of the compound, but she seems like a completely different person.

By day, she shoulders a hoe and clears land, growing tomatoes so big and red that even the canteen comes to buy them.

At night, she squats by the stove and studies recipes. The whole compound fills with the scent of braised pork and soy-braised pig trotters, making the children cry with hunger as they cling to her door.

She declares her love with the boldest of love letters, and he blushes as he throws them away, one after another.

Later, he stands outside her room clutching his bedding. "Wife, I want..."