Following Commander He’s guidance, He Linzhou personally made several phone calls to thoroughly investigate his wife.
To protect one’s own wife was a long-standing tradition among the men of the He family—of course, it was also part of their hopelessly devoted nature in love.
By the time He Linzhou left the He residence, it was already close to noon. Since he was eager to return home, Mother He didn’t keep him for a meal. After all, the newlyweds were deeply in love—she had no intention of interrupting them.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ning, who had just woken up not long ago, had just finished the breakfast He Linzhou left for her.
It had to be said—the original host and her had extremely similar tastes, even their faces were identical.
Looking at the beautiful figure in the mirror, Jiang Ning couldn’t help but smile.
“Ningning, I’m back.”
He Linzhou’s deep, magnetic voice came from the doorway.
“Did you miss me?”
A pair of large hands wrapped around Jiang Ning’s slender waist from behind. Lowering her gaze, she said coyly,
“We were only apart for a short while… but I missed you.”
He Linzhou looked at her with burning intensity, his love completely undisguised.
“Where did you go?”
Jiang Ning knew he had left early that morning.
“I went back to the compound—and I brought you something good.”
He Linzhou lowered his head and kissed her red lips before reluctantly letting go to retrieve the jade box.
“This is the He family heirloom, reserved for the eldest daughter-in-law.”
He carefully placed the jade box into Jiang Ning’s hands, as if presenting a treasure, and said solemnly,
“Ningning, you are my life.”
Before transmigrating, Jiang Ning had been a wealthy young lady herself and had seen countless treasures. Yet even she was stunned by the priceless jade box before her.
Opening it, He Linzhou took out a green jade ring.
“My mother said this ring has spirit. If given to the one I love, it can recognize its owner with blood.”
Before Jiang Ning could react, He Linzhou had already slipped the ring onto her left ring finger.
“Wow, it’s so beautiful!”
Her fingers were slender, her skin fair as jade—the emerald ring fit perfectly, as if custom-made for her.
“It’s not the ring that’s beautiful—you are.”
He Linzhou held her hand tightly, his eyes full of affection.
Jiang Ning’s face flushed red. This devoted, affectionate man made her truly feel what it was like to be loved.
Before transmigrating, she had never even dared to date. The men around her were either effeminate, scheming opportunists, or wealthy heirs seeking strategic marriages.
There had never been anyone sincere.
That was why she had never held any expectations for love or marriage.
But now…
Looking at He Linzhou, who was practically a feast for the eyes, Jiang Ning smiled brightly.
Who in all of Beijing could have it better than her?
“These two are from my parents, and this one is what I saved for you.”
He Linzhou placed the bankbooks—both hers and those from the He family—into her hands.
Jiang Ning blinked in disbelief.
“Ten, hundred, thousand… thirty thousand yuan?! This is 1976! Did your parents give me their entire savings?”
He Linzhou pulled her into his arms and comforted her gently.
“They still have their salaries. Don’t worry. Compared to the hardship you’ll endure following me to the border, this is nothing. Just accept it with peace of mind.”
Jiang Ning nodded, a trace of relief flashing through her heart.
Fortunately, she had transmigrated before the divorce—otherwise, she would have missed out on such a devoted man and such wonderful in-laws.
After some affectionate time together, He Linzhou went to the kitchen to cook.
He had always intended to marry Jiang Ning, so he had trained himself into an excellent cook. As long as he was around, he would never let her step into the kitchen.
A man who could cook and was deeply devoted—no matter the era, that was the best “dowry” a man could offer.
Jiang Ning gently stroked the jade ring on her finger, recalling his words about “recognizing its owner with blood.”
Her eyes flickered.
She took out a silver needle, pricked her finger, and let a drop of blood fall onto the ring.
The blood was instantly absorbed.
In the next moment, a flash of white light enveloped her—and she was pulled inside.
A vast black soil field stretched before her, alongside a flowing spiritual spring.
Everything clearly indicated the benefits of transmigration.
“Great! With this space, I wouldn’t even be afraid of going to the Arctic!”
Jiang Ning had previously worried about the lack of fresh vegetables at the northeastern border.
Now?
She could plant anything she wanted—seasonal vegetables, even raise livestock and poultry.
She could eat whatever she pleased.
After exiting the space, He Linzhou was still cooking.
Jiang Ning blinked and decided she would go deal with her scummy father and stepmother that afternoon.
According to the story, her father, Zhou Changxun, was a two-faced schemer, while her stepmother, Wei Yurou, was sweet-tongued but vicious at heart.
A perfect match of scumbag and snake.
Calculating the timeline, Zhou Changxun should currently be trying to find connections to flee to Britain.
But with tightening policies, leaving the country wasn’t easy—unless he offered enormous bribes.
Thinking about him using the Jiang family’s wealth to pave his escape route made Jiang Ning furious.
The original host had been robbed of everything and even murdered.
If anyone was going to die—it should be that entire family.
With the coming wave of investigations, the identity of a capitalist heiress was extremely sensitive.
Jiang Ning knew exactly what he was planning—using her as a scapegoat.
But that would depend on whether he had the ability.
“Ningning, wash your hands—it’s time to eat.”
He Linzhou’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.
“Coming!”
Jiang Ning snapped back to reality, stored the jade box and bankbooks into her space, and walked out.
“It smells amazing!”
He Linzhou had prepared four dishes and a soup: sweet and sour pork, braised eggplant, dry-fried green beans, spicy stir-fried chicken, and her favorite—West Lake corn soup.
“You must be starving. Try it—see if my cooking has gotten worse.”
He pulled out a chair for her and handed her chopsticks.
“So good!”
Jiang Ning took a bite of the spicy chicken first—tender and flavorful.
As someone who loved spicy food, she found his cooking perfectly suited to her taste.
“If you like it, eat more. As long as I’m free, I’ll cook for you every day.”
He Linzhou gazed at her, cheeks puffed as she ate, his eyes filled with longing for their future.
He still remembered how heartbroken he had been when she mentioned divorce.
He had practiced cooking for over a decade—for her.
If she weren’t by his side… what meaning would life even have?
After the meal, He Linzhou cleaned up in the kitchen, while Jiang Ning sat nearby eating fruit, admiring his tall, straight figure.
People always said men looked most attractive when paying the bill—
But wasn’t a man busy in the kitchen just as charming?
“Ningning… I have something to tell you.”