The 1970S Contrast Girl: I Stole the Heroine’s Disabled Officer

I was transmigrated into a cannon-fodder villainess, so I immediately stole the heroine's destined match: an officer who would one day shake the world, but was currently crippled. Everyone laughed at me for picking up a useless man. Me, thinking to myself: You know nothing about a promising investment. The first day I met him, he leaned on a crutch. Only his eyes were like a wolf's. I meant to say, “Let's make a deal.” But what came out was, “You're so handsome. Marry me!” The whole village: She's lost her mind! After his legs healed I thought I could bow out gracefully and go back to my lie-flat life. Instead, now that he had regained his height and long-legged advantage, he pinned me against the door. He lowered his head, his hot breath brushing my ear. “I heard you married me because you wanted my body?” Me, flustered but stubborn: “S-so what if I did!” He gave a soft laugh and kissed me. “Now you can want it for the rest of your life.” Me: ...Looks like this investment paid off big time?