“Wife… one more time, okay?”
The familiar, husky voice fell by Sang Qing’s ear, sending a shiver through her entire body. A muffled groan escaped the man beside her, as though he could no longer hold it back.
Sang Qing’s misty eyes fluttered open. Her mind was a complete blur, leaving her no room to think.
The man’s muscular, powerful arms locked tightly around her waist, making her inexplicably irritated. Without thinking, she lifted her foot and kicked him.
Before Sang Qing could say a word, the man let out a low chuckle.
“I know you like it, Wife. Don’t be in such a hurry…”
“In a hur… mmph!”
She never got the chance to finish her sentence before another overwhelming wave swept away her thoughts.
The entire night passed in endless rises and falls, with no end in sight.
…
When Sang Qing woke up again the next morning, every inch of her body ached so badly that she couldn’t help gritting her teeth.
Lu Qiance! That bastard!
Before they got married, he’d promised to treat her well.
Yet after just one night, he’d nearly worn her to death!
Irritably rubbing her temples, the memories that had flooded her mind the previous day resurfaced once more.
She had never imagined that the world she lived in was actually the setting of a period novel called Sweet Military Marriage of the Era.
The novel’s male lead was none other than her husband, Lu Qiance, while the heroine was Jiang Mengmeng, their neighbor from the same alley.
As for her, Sang Qing…
Not only was she a cannon-fodder supporting character, she was also the male lead’s vicious, troublemaking ex-wife.
That’s right.
Ex-wife.
The moment Sang Qing thought about Lu Qiance divorcing her and marrying another woman, anger surged through her chest.
In the novel, she’d schemed to marry Lu Qiance, only to despise him afterward. She constantly found fault with him and caused endless trouble.
As for the Lu Qiance in the novel, he was famously uninterested in women. Even after she’d tricked him into registering their marriage, he had never touched her, avoiding her like the plague.
Heh.
Sang Qing sneered.
Could the man who’d pinned her to the bed the moment they received their marriage certificate yesterday possibly have been a fake?
Many things in reality did match the novel’s descriptions.
Except for that bastard, Lu Qiance.
In the novel, he was aloof, obsessive, gloomy, and practically insane.
But the real Lu Qiance was clingy beyond belief.
What aloof? What gloomy madman?
None of that existed.
Sang Qing didn’t know why she’d suddenly awakened to the truth, but she clearly remembered that in the original story, every foolish thing she’d done had been instigated by her scumbag father, her stepmother, and her stepsister.
While pretending everything they did was for her own good, they seized the dowry her late mother had left her. After provoking her into divorcing Lu Qiance, they even colluded with human traffickers and sold her into a remote mountain village.
Just imagining those people happily spending her money while living carefree lives in the novel made her furious.
Her gaze swept over the neatly folded set of clothes placed beside the bed.
The ridiculously meticulous folding style…
It had to be Lu Qiance’s handiwork.
She got up, put on her blouse and skirt, then pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.
There, she saw two soldiers in military uniforms standing by the front gate.
“Sister-in-law, you’re awake?”
The round-faced young soldier smiled cheerfully.
“The Regiment Commander had to report for a mission, so he told us to stay here. If you need anything, just tell us!”
The square-faced, honest-looking soldier emerged from the kitchen carrying a ceramic bowl.
“That’s right, Sister-in-law. Have some breakfast first. The Regiment Commander will be back by noon.”
The two immediately got busy, moving a table and stools beneath the grapevine trellis before setting down egg pancakes and a small plate of pickled vegetables.
Sang Qing glanced at them, and the descriptions from the novel immediately surfaced in her mind.
These two were Lu Qiance’s most capable subordinates—Sun Dajiang and Li Xiaohe.
Both their combat skills and tactical abilities had been personally trained by Lu Qiance.
Sang Qing: “…”
Looking at these two simpletons…
How exactly were they supposed to be elite soldiers?
She sat down in the courtyard and ate a few bites of egg pancake, then drank half a bowl of millet porridge before setting the bowl aside.
After a moment’s hesitation, she looked at the two men.
“Li Xiaohe.”
“Please help me find two strong aunties. I’m going back to my parents’ house later, and I’ll need their help.”
Li Xiaohe froze.
“You need people to move things? Dajiang and I can do that.”
Sang Qing shook her head.
“There are some things that aren’t appropriate for you two to handle.”
As she spoke, she calmly resumed eating her breakfast.
Li Xiaohe and Sun Dajiang exchanged glances.
Remembering their regiment commander’s instructions before he left—that they were to take good care of Sang Qing and fulfill whatever she requested—they didn’t question her further.
After exchanging another look, the two immediately set off.
By the time Sang Qing finished breakfast, Li Xiaohe had already returned with two sturdy, broad-shouldered middle-aged women.
Sang Qing and Lu Qiance lived in the town, and most of the people in their alley had jobs there.
Even those without formal employment found odd jobs to supplement their income.
The fact that Li Xiaohe had managed to find help so quickly showed he was surprisingly capable.
“Sister-in-law, this is Auntie Zhao and Auntie Qian. They live in the next alley over. They’re both from Xiaohe Village outside town and are incredibly strong.”
After introducing them, Li Xiaohe smiled.
“They’ll be able to help you pack up your things.”
Sang Qing nodded before walking over to the two women.
“I’m going back to my parents’ house in a bit to retrieve what’s mine.”
“If anyone tries to lay a hand on me, don’t hold back. Hit them right back.”
“Afterward, I’ll pay each of you one hundred yuan.”
The two women hesitated at first.
But the moment they heard one hundred yuan each, their eyes lit up.
These days, an ordinary worker only earned a little over ninety yuan a month.
They could make a hundred yuan in a single day!
Anyone who turned that down would be a fool.
“Don’t worry, Little Lu’s wife! As long as we’re here, not a single hair on your head will be harmed!”
“That’s right! We’ll definitely help you get every last one of your belongings back!”
Li Xiaohe and Sun Dajiang were completely dumbfounded.
Never in their wildest dreams had they expected that their sister-in-law’s visit to her parents’ house on the second day after getting married was going to turn into a full-scale confrontation.
They both knew that the precious young wife their regiment commander doted on had lost her mother at a young age. Her father had later remarried and brought home a stepmother and a stepsister.
Since Sang Qing usually acted spoiled and willful, they’d always assumed she’d never suffered much at home.
But seeing her prepare to march back and pick a fight on the very next day after getting married…
It seemed she’d endured far more bullying than they had imagined.
How could that be allowed?
She was their commander’s treasured sweetheart!
If she got so much as a scratch, they’d be the ones paying the price later.
Li Xiaohe shot Sun Dajiang a meaningful look, silently telling him to hurry and gather reinforcements.
Their sister-in-law looked far too delicate.
How could just two aunties possibly protect her?
As soldiers, they certainly couldn’t lay hands on ordinary civilians.
But…
If ordinary civilians started fighting each other…
They could always step in and “maintain order.”
So by the time Sang Qing arrived at the Sang family home with the two aunties…
The reinforcements Sun Dajiang had secretly summoned were already making their way over in grand procession…