Song Tian blinked rapidly, her mind a little dazed.
Wasn’t he supposed to be a vegetative patient?
How did he suddenly wake up?!
Lu Beizhen met her gaze, and in his deep black eyes, a trace of murderous intent gradually rose.
At that moment, someone rushed in from outside.
“Look at my memory—how could I forget to bring some melon seeds and candy over? This is a wedding! The telephone operator should get a share of the joy… Heavens, what’s going on?!”
Fang Shuqin had just entered and happened to see the scene, her eyes wide as copper coins.
Song Tian reacted in time, noticing they were still kissing, and quickly jumped back a few meters.
As she moved aside, she saw Lu Beizhen on the bed, eyes open, face filled with anger.
“Beizhen… you’re… awake?” Fang Shuqin stammered in shock.
It had only been a few minutes, and not only had they kissed, but they had apparently kissed him awake?
Fang Shuqin’s emotions surged.
Tears streamed down her face. “Why doesn’t it hurt when I pinch his thigh? This… this can’t be a dream, can it?!”
“Uh,” Song Tian hurriedly moved her hand away, “you were pinching Lu Beizhen’s thigh.”
Lu Beizhen didn’t say anything, but the vein on his temple throbbed violently—obviously, it really hurt.
Fang Shuqin withdrew her hand, laughing and crying at the same time.
“This is exactly like that foreign fairy tale! The sleeping princess is awakened by the prince’s kiss—heavens, it’s like a fairy tale come to life!”
This wasn’t just about marrying a wife for Lu Beizhen—it was like finding the true love who would break the sleeping curse!
She sighed again. “What a pity, I didn’t see it myself! Song Tian, your eyes must have been full of affection at that moment. And Beizhen… when he opened his eyes and saw you, was he dazzled by your sweetness?”
Song Tian: “…”
Whether he was dazzled or not, that gaze clearly looked… annoyed.
“Out.” Lu Beizhen spoke coldly.
Fang Shuqin immediately nodded. “Yes, yes, I’ll go. I won’t be a third wheel and bother you.”
“I’m talking about her,” Lu Beizhen said again, his eyes colder and more distant.
The atmosphere stiffened. Fang Shuqin stepped in to smooth things over.
“Beizhen, you just woke up, so you might not be clear yet. Tiantian is your wife. The wedding and marriage application are already done.”
“I don’t need a wife like that,” Lu Beizhen refused bluntly.
Even as a vegetative patient lying in bed, he had heard and felt everything.
He had clearly listened to Song Tian crying and shouting tonight that she was tricked and unwilling to marry a vegetative man.
And then, she suddenly changed her mind, saying she was willing to marry him. She even took off his clothes and leaned in to kiss him once Fang Shuqin had left!
This girl was completely unsuitable as a wife.
Lu Beizhen had only one thought now:
Make Song Tian leave.
Immediately. Now.
Fang Shuqin panicked. “How can that be! Tiantian is married to you now. She’s part of our family; she can’t go anywhere.”
Lu Beizhen was silent for a moment, then said, “Fine. If she won’t leave, I will.”
He propped himself up on his arms and tried to stand, intending to walk out.
But he had clearly underestimated the effect of bed rest on his muscles.
Although his mind was clear, his legs had no strength; as soon as he tried to stand, he almost collapsed forward.
Seeing him about to fall, Song Tian rushed forward and reached out to support him.
Lu Beizhen instinctively told her to step back.
It wasn’t just that he resisted physical contact with Song Tian—it was also because he knew how heavy he was.
With Song Tian’s tiny frame, she would likely be crushed.
Unexpectedly, Song Tian really did manage to hold him up!
How could such a frail girl have such strength?
Both Lu Beizhen and Song Tian were shocked.
Before coming here, she had inherited her family’s superhuman strength—able to lift over a thousand pounds with one hand—and had always used it to help others.
She hadn’t expected that power to come with her this time!
To test her guess, Song Tian squatted slightly, lifted Lu Beizhen horizontally, and placed him back on the bed.
Afterward, she was calm, but a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
It was true—her innate strength had indeed transferred with her!
Life in the ’70s would now be much easier.
Fang Shuqin stood by, mouth agape.
Heavens, she had never seen a girl with such strength.
Could this be the limitless potential that love could awaken in a person?
If these two couldn’t end up together, she would be the first to feel heartbroken!
But Lu Beizhen’s current attitude…
Fang Shuqin thought for a moment, then grabbed Song Tian’s hand. “You just woke up. Your mind is still fuzzy. Get some rest, and we’ll talk in the morning.”
With that, she led Song Tian out of the room.
Lu Beizhen, freshly awake, was indeed tired, and soon closed his eyes.
But he couldn’t sleep.
His mind was filled with the memory of his lips pressed against Song Tian’s.
And a faint, sweet scent lingered at his nose—probably from Song Tian brushing against him while holding him.
His heart was in chaos.
Oddly, he also felt a bit thirsty and dry-mouthed.
Fang Shuqin was tidying Song Tian’s bedding.
“This used to be Beizhen’s study. The bed is small, so you’ll have to make do. Later, you’ll move back and live with him.”
Beizhen’s own room had a big bed, 1.8 meters, enough for two people to roll around freely!
Song Tian was dumbfounded. “I’m supposed to leave first thing tomorrow!”
Fang Shuqin paused. “Why leave?”
Why else? Because Lu Beizhen didn’t want to marry her.
Before, he was a vegetative patient, so staying didn’t matter.
Now he was awake, and he had said everything so bluntly. Staying would be inappropriate.
Fang Shuqin put down the blanket. “Mom asks, after you leave, apart from returning to the Song family, do you have anywhere else to go?”
“No,” Song Tian shook her head.
In the ’70s, food was rationed by person. Every family was tight on resources; no one could take her in.
Fang Shuqin asked again, “Then, do you think Beizhen is not a good person?”
“No.” Song Tian shook her head again.
This study, less than four square meters, was full of Lu Beizhen’s trophies and medals from childhood—he was clearly excellent. And his looks… irresistibly handsome.
Just a cold temper, but a good person.
“No place to go, thinks he’s decent… then why not stay and try?” Fang Shuqin spread her hands.
There was one more thing she didn’t say.
These two had kissed!
The combination was perfect.
Love stories always start like this: forced proximity, growing affection, and ending with sweet, blissful romance.
Thinking of this, Fang Shuqin decided to spill a juicy detail.
She leaned close to Song Tian. “You don’t know, but Beizhen was actually famous in the army for being…”