In her previous life, Jiang Qinghe was forced to switch marriages with her cousin and wed a gambler who posed as a city driver. He squandered her dowry, sold her home, and in the end she died in a mountain ravine on a rainy night.
Given a second chance at life, she found her cousin pushing a marriage agreement into her hands for a man stationed with the border troops. Her cousin disliked Captain Lu’s facial scar and thought the post was too harsh.
Jiang Qinghe pressed her thumbprint onto the agreement right there. “I’ll take this marriage.”
Everyone said Lu Lichuan was the fiercest living King of Hell in the Wuhe Border Defense Regiment, and that he had married her only to appease his family. But when the family canteen ran short of food, he crossed the mountains to carry rice back for her. When someone accused her of profiteering, he blocked the person at the door and silenced the whole courtyard with one sentence: “Every penny my wife earns is honest.”
Later, Jiang Qinghe grew the little canteen into a brand selling mountain goods, and even the county supply and marketing cooperative clamored to work with her.
Lu Lichuan kept their marriage certificate in the inner pocket of his uniform. Blushing to the tips of his ears, he asked, “Jiang Qinghe, this time... can we really spend our whole lives together?”
