“Crackle, crackle!”
The deafening sound of firecrackers suddenly dragged Qiao Yuwei back to consciousness. The choking mix of smoke, alcohol, and firecracker ash made her cough violently, her throat feeling as if it were burning.
“Cough… cough…”
Before she could fully recover, her arm was suddenly yanked hard by a brute force, sending a sharp pain through her body that made her gasp.
She instinctively lowered her head and saw that her hands were tightly clutching a man’s ankle. A black leather shoe brushed past her cheek, scraping off a thick layer of white powder and revealing the dull yellow, rough skin underneath.
“Qiao Yuwei, let go!” the man said in a voice full of disgust, kicking his leg away as if he had stepped in something filthy.
“Today is my wedding day. Stop embarrassing yourself here!”
Qiao Yuwei froze for a few seconds, then hurriedly let go and scrambled up from the ground in a miserable state.
When she looked up, everything in her vision was red double happiness characters plastered on the walls, red tablecloths, red silk hanging from the beams, and even she herself was dressed in a bright red wedding gown.
Only the fabric was rough, carrying a strange sour stench that made her eyes sting.
What… what was going on?
She had clearly been giving a presentation at a botany academic conference. Then she suddenly heard someone shout “Watch your head!”, everything went black and now she woke up in this place?
“Qiao Yuwei has completely gone crazy, daring to cause a scene at Dr. Lin’s wedding?”
“Because she married Commander Song, she acts like a tyrant. She’s so lazy her house is practically full of maggots. In summer, the stench can be smelled three streets away!”
“I heard last time the sisters-in-law helped her clean, and she chased them out with a broom, even splashed dirty dishwater at them and blocked the door. She even said anyone who interferes with her business would be dealt with next time. She’s offended everyone in the compound.”
The surrounding gossip and hostile stares almost drowned her completely.
Buzz—
Suddenly, a ringing filled her ears. Her vision spun, and a flood of unfamiliar memories surged into her mind like a tidal wave.
She had transmigrated into 1985, into the body of a woman named Qiao Yuwei.
The original Qiao Yuwei had married the highly decorated military commander Song Zhinian a year ago and moved into the military compound with him. Since then, she had become a notorious lazy troublemaker that everyone avoided.
She couldn’t wash clothes or clean. Her house was piled with garbage like a mountain, reeking horribly. Anyone who said a single word to her would be scolded and blocked at the door until they backed down she had offended nearly everyone in the compound.
She had only been able to marry Song Zhinian because her father once saved him and Dr. Lin Sen during a mission when they were injured.
The original owner had fallen in love at first sight with the gentle Dr. Lin Sen and insisted on marrying him through crying, making trouble, and even threatening suicide. Her father had no choice but to try to set things up only for a drunken mistake to send her into Song Zhinian’s room instead.
The deed was already done, so she had no choice but to marry Song Zhinian. But she never forgot Lin Sen and kept visiting the medical area, always wearing heavy white powder that made her look like a ghost, scaring young soldiers into avoiding her.
Today was Lin Sen’s wedding, and the original owner actually showed up in a wedding dress to snatch the groom, clinging to his leg and causing a scene overexerting herself until she died on the spot.
And now… the body was hers.
Qiao Yuwei dug her nails into her palm, desperately telling herself it was a dream: “Buddha, Guanyin, even Sun Wukong anyone, please send me back.”
She closed her eyes tightly, and when she opened them again those same judgmental eyes were still staring at her.
Embarrassed, she forced a laugh. “I said… I’m here to perform. Do you believe me?”
The bride’s expression changed again and again. Finally, unable to hold back anymore, she slammed the bouquet onto the table and grabbed Qiao Yuwei’s collar.
“Qiao Yuwei, I tolerated you clinging to Lin Sen before. But today you’re ruining my wedding! This place doesn’t welcome you get out!”
During the struggle, Qiao Yuwei stumbled backward and fell. Several buttons on her chest popped off, exposing her fair neck, causing the crowd to gasp.
The male guests quickly turned away, while younger ones flushed red to their ears. The military wives rolled their eyes, cursing her shamelessness under their breath.
Bang!
A loud sound came from the main table. The entire hall immediately fell silent.
An elderly commander slammed down his teacup, face dark with anger. “What kind of behavior is this! Where is Song Zhinian? Bring her away!”
At that moment, a tall figure strode into the banquet hall, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
The man wore a crisp olive-green military uniform, posture straight as a pine tree. Broad shoulders, narrow waist each step carried overwhelming pressure.
He saluted the elder commander. Sharp features, high nose bridge, thin lips pressed into a line. His entire presence was cold and unapproachable.
It was Song Zhinian.
Qiao Yuwei’s heart skipped a beat. Shock and admiration filled her eyes.
This body… these features… this was the “ugly, cold-faced husband” from the original owner’s memory?
She must have been blind!
In modern times, this face would be an absolute top-tier male idol dominating headlines. Compared to him, Lin Sen though gentle and somewhat handsome was not even on the same level.
The surrounding women quietly blushed, exchanging glances, then looked back at the “ghost-like” Qiao Yuwei with even more disgust.
Song Zhinian’s gaze passed through the crowd and landed precisely on her. His brows furrowed tightly, disgust evident in his eyes.
He walked over in three quick strides, took off his coat, and handed it to her.
“Put it on.”
Qiao Yuwei followed his movements closely, then took the coat when he motioned again.
The faint scent of tobacco mixed with soap was pleasant but mixed with the original owner’s week-long unwashed stench, it nearly made her gag.
“Follow me,” his voice was icy, leaving no room for refusal.
“Okay,” she answered immediately.
Song Zhinian froze slightly. A flicker of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Normally, she would cling to Lin Sen like a stubborn patch of glue. If he tried to drag her away, she would roll on the ground like a madwoman. He had even planned to knock her out and carry her away today if needed.
But now she agreed so easily it completely disrupted his expectations.
Just as Qiao Yuwei stood up, her legs suddenly gave out and she fell forward.
Instinctively, Song Zhinian tried to avoid her but noticing her bleeding knee, he hesitated, then still reached out and caught her.
Instead of pain, she felt a firm arm around her waist.
In panic, her hand landed directly on his waist.
Through the thin fabric, the firm lines of his abdomen were unmistakable.
She leaned closer, lips curling slightly in mischief.
“Husband, your body is really nice.”