The winter night in Southwest China was bone-chillingly cold.
Wen Li was enveloped in scorching warmth, her eyes falling on a tanned chest, marked with faint traces.
It was intensely intimate.
Wen Li’s expression was dazed. She wasn’t dead?
Why did it feel so real?
The man’s body heat was high, like a ball of fire, threatening to ignite her.
She shifted slightly, and the man holding her gripped her tighter.
“Still have strength? Want more?”
His low voice carried a threatening tone, clearly reaching Wen Li’s ears.
She slowly lifted her head and saw his rolling Adam’s apple, his sharply defined jawline, his high nose bridge, and deep, handsome eyes casually watching her.
Xu Zhouye exuded a noble aura with a hint of roguishness. Many women outside were completely captivated by him.
Some even hoped he would divorce Wen Li and that they could become a stepmother to his child.
Looking at this familiar face, tears unexpectedly welled up in Wen Li’s eyes.
She had a round face, fair and delicate skin, and soft, beautiful features, like a pure white jasmine, exuding the aura of a well-behaved girl.
Her eyes were large and round, and when she cried, Xu Zhouye felt guilty, as if he was bullying her.
He immediately softened, gently coaxing her, “I was teasing you, why cry?”
Wen Li didn’t fully understand the situation, but she didn’t want to waste time thinking. She just wanted to get closer to Xu Zhouye.
She pressed her hands against his shoulders and pushed with all her strength…
Xu Zhouye’s expression showed shock, a flash of hurt and disappointment in his eyes.
His Adam’s apple rolled. “Wen Li, you’re not allowed to think about him, don’t abandon your husband and child!”
Wen Li felt confused. Who was he talking about? And what did “abandon your husband and child” mean?
Before Xu Zhouye could speak, she pressed her lips to his.
A sweet, intoxicating scent wafted over him.
He froze for a second before clasping the back of her head, taking the initiative.
Passionate.
Entwined.
This was Wen Li’s first time being proactive.
Fireworks exploded in Xu Zhouye’s mind; he couldn’t believe it was real.
He was so excited that his body trembled.
Wen Li raised a suspicious glance. “Why are you… not okay?”
In her memory, Xu Zhouye was unstoppable once he took off his clothes, full of raw strength.
Why was he acting so unusual this time?
Catching his wife’s suspicious gaze, Xu Zhouye lost patience. “You asked for it—no crying!”
It was proven: men couldn’t handle provocation, and Xu Zhouye was no exception.
Outside, the cold wind howled, but inside, the temperature soared.
By the end, Wen Li was exhausted and fell asleep in Xu Zhouye’s arms, pressed tightly against him.
She slept soundly through the night.
When she woke, daylight had already brightened the room.
Wen Li instinctively reached for the space beside her—it was icy cold. Xu Zhouye’s warmth was gone.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly sat up.
Xu Zhouye was gone.
She instinctively wanted to search for him, but when her feet hit the floor, she froze.
She tested the ground uncertainly—solid, real.
Wen Li pinched her thigh—it hurt!
Completely different from when she was a ghost!
Rivers of joy surged in her eyes. Looking up, she spotted the calendar on the desk.
1960…
It was the third year of her marriage to Xu Zhouye. She had truly been reborn!
In her previous life, she had been deceived into thinking Xu Zhouye liked Wen’s family’s adopted daughter.
She didn’t want to return to the Wen family, so she played dumb, afraid that if the truth came out, Xu Zhouye would divorce her.
At that time, she acted as the gentle, virtuous wife while subtly distancing herself from Xu Zhouye.
She feared falling for him and ending up heartbroken.
Xu Zhouye asked her to go with the military, but she refused using the excuse of caring for their child.
They spent so little time together that even until her death, the misunderstanding remained unresolved.
Fortunately, heaven gave her a second chance. This time, she wouldn’t let others manipulate her.
She was determined to live happily with Xu Zhouye!
Footsteps came from the doorway. Wen Li thought it was Xu Zhouye returning and hurried to open the door.
When it opened, it was her mother-in-law, holding their child.
The child was over one year old, a boy. Xu’s father had named him Xu Yanqing, symbolizing “peace and harmony across the land.”
He was the eldest grandson of the Xu family and dearly cherished at home.
But every time Xu Zhouye returned on leave, the little boy lost the right to sleep with his mother.
After missing his mother all night, Qingqing reached out. “Mama…”
It was the first time Xu’s mother saw her daughter-in-law so flustered. She asked uncertainly, “Looking for A-Ye?”
Wen Li took the child from her mother-in-law, awkwardly nodding. “He’s not back yet.”
Xu’s mother’s eyes lit up.
Everyone said the couple got along well and never quarreled.
But she always felt her daughter-in-law was a bit distant with her son, like there was a barrier.
It didn’t seem like they were truly living happily.
But a mother-in-law couldn’t interfere in her children’s affairs; she could only watch quietly.
Now it seemed their relationship was progressing!
Xu’s mother said, “He’s back at the base, there’s an emergency task.”
Wen Li remembered—something similar had happened in her past life.
Whenever he was busy, he’d be gone for two months.
By then, she was pregnant with their second child. The base was at the border, conditions harsher than the provincial city, so Xu Zhouye never mentioned taking her along.
Wen Li immediately decided: she would go to the base, take Xu Zhouye with their child, and follow the army!
But before leaving, she needed to reclaim what belonged to her!