“Even if your husband is a high-ranking commander with a bright future, so what? He’s mute! He can’t even say a word to comfort you—what kind of happiness can he give you?”
The woman’s earnest words pierced Su Wanqing’s ears, snapping her back to reality.
Just moments ago, she had been electrocuted in the kitchen of her seafood restaurant, her vision going black.
When she opened her eyes again, the scene before her had completely changed—whitewashed walls, wooden tables, a military canteen straight out of the 1970s.
Sitting across from her was a woman in a crisp shirt, her palm-sized face filled with concern, the corners of her eyes slightly red.
“Wanqing, you’ve only been married for a month… you must have suffered a lot, right?”
“Let me take your place and endure this instead. We were switched at birth—I’ve lived your life of wealth for twenty years. I owe you that much.”
Su Wanqing froze.
This dialogue, this setting—wasn’t this the exact plot of the novel “Pampered Fake Heiress of the ’70s” she had stayed up late reading last night?
The woman in front of her… Su Weiwei? The fake heiress and the story’s female lead?
Then… had she transmigrated into the book?
Into the real heiress, Su Wanqing—the cannon fodder who was schemed against, divorced her commander husband, and ended up abandoned by her biological parents, married off to the countryside in misery?
Su Weiwei leaned closer, deliberately raising her voice so the neighboring table could hear.
“Tell me the truth—you despise Lu Yan for being mute, don’t you? Living together without even a single intimate word… you want a divorce, don’t you?”
Her words struck like a bolt of lightning, instantly clearing Su Wanqing’s mind.
This was the crucial scene where Su Weiwei sowed discord and pushed her toward divorce in the original story!
And the so-called “mute husband,” Lu Yan, was right now in the private room next door.
Su Weiwei had chosen this place on purpose—to make sure he heard everything.
Lu Yan was a man of strict principles. Once he realized the original host hadn’t willingly married him, with his cold and distant personality, he wouldn’t question further.
He would simply and calmly file for divorce.
Su Wanqing quickly weighed her options.
On one side was following the original plot—ending up married off to the countryside, living a miserable life.
On the other was staying with this handsome, wealthy, unfamiliar husband—and living the life of a rich, carefree woman.
Was that even a choice?
“Wanqing, why aren’t you saying anything?” Su Weiwei grew anxious at her silence.
Su Wanqing pulled her hand back, blinked, and countered, “Weiwei, do you dislike Lu Yan that much? But he’s my husband. Whether in wealth or poverty, in health or sickness, I’m willing to spend my life with him.”
The moment her words fell, a man’s hearty laughter rang out behind her.
“Well, Commander Lu, did you hear that? Sister-in-law’s words are far more pleasing than the tactical plans we were just discussing in the private room!”
Su Wanqing turned sharply.
The man behind her wore a military uniform, broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, his handsome face carrying a teasing smile.
And beside him stood an even more commanding presence.
His features were striking—deep-set eyes, sharp brows, thin lips pressed into a line, his face sculpted as if by design. He was her “mute husband,” Lu Yan.
Dressed in a crisp military uniform, collar fastened to the top, he stood tall—around 188 cm—straight as a pine tree. Though expressionless, he exuded a steady, oppressive aura that made it hard to breathe.
Su Wanqing silently withdrew her gaze, inwardly clicking her tongue.
Damn. With looks and presence like that—even if he’s mute, he’s worth it.
Besides, the book said he was… well-endowed.
Twenty-six years old. 188 cm tall.
Su Weiwei, sitting to the side, had already turned pale.
She never expected Lu Yan to come out so quickly—and to have heard everything Su Wanqing said.
She hurriedly stood up to explain, “Commander Lu, Company Commander Zhao, don’t misunderstand. Wanqing, she just—”
“Comrade Su,” Zhao Lei cut in first, his smile fading slightly, “we heard everything you said just now. Matters between husband and wife are best not interfered with by outsiders.”
Su Weiwei’s eyes reddened, her voice trembling with tears. “I saw Wanqing crying in a corner the other day and thought she had been wronged… I couldn’t help but ask a few more questions. I didn’t expect to cause such a misunderstanding…”
Without giving Su Wanqing a chance to speak, she staggered back as if deeply wronged. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have made assumptions… I’ll leave now. I won’t disturb you anymore.”
She looked pitiful, as if she had been bullied.
Zhao Lei frowned. “Why did Comrade Su run off so quickly?”
Su Wanqing mentally gave a thumbs-up to his straight-man comment, then turned to Lu Yan and said calmly, “She’s talking nonsense.”
“The other day I went to the shore—it was just the wind irritating my eyes. I wasn’t hiding and crying.”
Lu Yan’s gaze swept over her. He raised his hand and pointed toward the canteen exit, his gesture simple and clear—telling her to follow.
Su Wanqing paused, then followed him outside.
The two walked side by side out of the military compound. Bathed in sunlight, Lu Yan’s uniform was immaculate, his steps steady, posture upright.
Ten minutes south, a quiet stretch of coastline came into view.
The tide had just receded. Rocks were slick with seaweed, and the wind carried the briny scent of the ocean.
Suddenly, Su Wanqing remembered.
On the third day after registering their marriage, the original host had followed Lu Yan here, to this island.
She turned and met his calm, dark gaze.
Unable to speak, he seemed distant and cold.
In the one month since their marriage, they had barely spent any time alone together.
This marriage, arranged by their elders, had no emotional foundation to begin with.
In Lu Yan’s eyes, she was probably nothing more than a “person to be settled”—a stranger.
Lu Yan stopped walking, took out a small notebook and pen, and quickly wrote something down.
The scratch of the pen against paper sounded softly. Within seconds, he handed it to her.
The handwriting was neat and firm:
“If you don’t want to continue, say it. I’ll submit a report for divorce. I won’t delay your future.”
Su Wanqing looked at the note, her heart skipping a beat.
So he hadn’t believed her explanation at all?
She looked up at him, only to find him gazing at the distant horizon, his profile cold and unreadable.
As if he were discussing something trivial.
This wouldn’t do…