Su Xiaowan quickly nodded, her eyes sincere. “I understand. I’ll take good care of you, and I’ll also look after Mom and my sister.”
Having seen many people in the military, he could tell at a glance that Su Xiaowan wasn’t lying.
“Then you should rest first.” Lu Hanzhou said, about to leave.
Suddenly, Su Xiaowan remembered that strange intimate space and hurriedly called out, “Wait!”
Hearing her voice, Lu Hanzhou turned back.
Su Xiaowan stood on tiptoe and quickly pressed a kiss on his lips—she hadn’t forgotten to test that strange phenomenon.
His lips were like his presence—slightly cool, with a faint, crisp freshness.
It felt good.
No sooner had she kissed him than Lu Hanzhou grabbed her chin.
His eyes were deep and intense, restrained anger behind them as he asked, “Su Xiaowan, what on earth are you trying to do?”
She was crazy! They’d been married for some time, and at most they had only lightly embraced—she had never allowed him to touch her much.
And today, she had taken the initiative to kiss him?
Though Lu Hanzhou was a soldier and didn’t need to try hard, Su Xiaowan still felt pain, and tears welled up in her eyes. “It hurts… you hurt me.”
He snapped out of his thoughts and released her.
Women were different from men. In the military, rough shoving didn’t matter, but a mere pinch of the chin left her skin red.
Rubbing her flushed chin, she felt both angry and aggrieved: this man had no idea how to be gentle with a girl!
Lu Hanzhou’s gaze remained heavy, but he didn’t immediately speak.
Su Xiaowan felt a little guilty under his stare but forced herself to speak. “We’re married. Isn’t it normal for me to kiss you?”
The girl in front of him was indeed beautiful, her fair skin tinged with red, eyes curving into crescents when she smiled, like a blooming peony.
But she hadn’t been like this before.
Back then, her smile was reserved only for Bai Fulin, always chasing after him.
He still remembered her hysterical outburst: “I and Ah Lin grew up together, we’re meant to be! How dare you stop me? Divorce! Must divorce!”
Back then, her face was contorted, practically furious enough to kill him.
Now, she had completely changed—what was her plan behind this?
Lu Hanzhou’s gaze turned cold, his sharp face expressionless.
He was too lazy to guess her motives, and he certainly wouldn’t play along with her act.
“Su Xiaowan, go to the civil affairs office first thing tomorrow and get the divorce,” he said, his voice completely devoid of warmth.
Just because she kissed him, he wanted a divorce again?
Su Xiaowan instantly regretted it and pleaded softly, “Don’t be like this. I know I was wrong before. Husband, please give me another chance. I’ll change, I swear! Just see my future actions.”
She raised her hand, her expression unusually earnest.
“You love Bai Fulin the most, don’t you?” His eyes were like cold obsidian, unyielding.
Su Xiaowan sighed inwardly—she realized she first had to resolve the Bai Fulin problem.
Her eyes reddened, and tears fell.
“It’s not like that… I got close to him for your sake.” She reached out to embrace Lu Hanzhou, burying her face in his chest.
Lu Hanzhou’s usually calm expression softened slightly—was that a reason?
“After marriage, you were always cold, never acting like a couple. I thought if I intentionally got close to someone else, maybe you’d feel jealous, maybe you’d care… I didn’t expect to go too far, and now you want a divorce. I’m sorry, husband, I know I was wrong.”
Tears streamed like broken pearls.
The warm drops fell onto his chest, making his breathing falter.
It was the first time he had seen Su Xiaowan cry.
She cried silently, only tears falling, fragile as butterflies in the rain.
Little did he know that her sorrow stemmed more from her own circumstances.
She had once been a renowned doctor, well-off, respected by all.
And now? Suddenly transmigrated here, with nothing, even her good reputation gone, having to start everything from scratch.
The more she thought about it, the more stifled she felt, and the harder it was to stop crying.
Seeing a woman cry for the first time, Lu Hanzhou felt a little awkward.
He instinctively wanted to wipe her tears. His fingertips barely touched Su Xiaowan’s delicate cheek before he recoiled as if burned.
“Don’t cry,” he said harshly, his cold aura slightly softened.
“You’re about to divorce me, how could I not be sad?” Su Xiaowan lifted her face to him, eyes red, her pale cheeks looking pitiful.
“Let’s put the divorce aside for now. We’ll spend some time together first,” Lu Hanzhou said. He sensed her sadness wasn’t faked, though her previous behavior had seemed very real at the time.
“I’m going to get busy.” He then turned and left the room.
Once Lu Hanzhou left, Su Xiaowan quickly wiped away her tears.
She went to the dressing table and studied herself carefully in the mirror.
In the original novel, this character was just an empty-headed beauty. But now looking at her reflection, Su Xiaowan couldn’t help but marvel: she was stunning, like a fairy.
The girl in the mirror was only nineteen, with fair, delicate skin and striking features, clearly pampered since childhood.
The original owner of the body was from the provincial capital. Her father was a state-owned factory director, her mother a pediatrician, and the family was well-off.
Because she had been spoiled, she couldn’t handle the hardships of the countryside and ended up marrying to escape her predicament.
Though Lu Hanzhou had retired from the army due to an injury, he still received an annual allowance, so life in the Lu family was much more comfortable than that of ordinary farmers.
“Truly, a blessing I didn’t realize I had,” Su Xiaowan murmured.
She fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist, when suddenly everything went dark, and she found herself in a strange space.
It was neatly arranged with shelves and freezers, like a large supermarket, but all of it was empty.
Su Xiaowan thought of the novels she had read; protagonists often had pocket spaces.
Others’ spaces either had magical springs or could be used for farming—but hers was empty.
“Do I have to cultivate feelings to unlock it?” she wondered. The kiss hadn’t seemed to work. “Could it be that Lu Hanzhou has to truly fall for me?”
After leaving the space, Su Xiaowan spent some time alone pondering before Zhang Meiju called her to eat.
At the dining table, the moment Lu Yanxi saw her, his expression soured. “Always acting like a lady of the house, doing no work, but ready for meals on time. Aren’t you starving yourself?”
Su Xiaowan didn’t get upset but smiled slightly. “Mom cares about me. Of course she wouldn’t let me go hungry.”
Her words left Lu Yanxi speechless for a moment, and he could only glare at her angrily.
The Lu family’s kitchen was in a small separate room, and meals were eaten there.
The table had three simple dishes: stir-fried greens, pork with pickled vegetables, and bitter melon with eggs.
Seeing the simple dishes, Su Xiaowan couldn’t help but think of the rich food from modern times and felt a pang of nostalgia.
Lu Yanxi noticed her subtle expression and mocked her, “What, don’t like our home cooking? With your talent, why don’t you cook yourself if it’s so good?”
“Yanxi!” Zhang Meiju interjected, “Your sister-in-law hasn’t said anything; don’t pick a fight.”
Lu Yanxi was about to argue when Lu Hanzhou’s deep voice came from the doorway: “I’m back.”
At first glance, it was hard to notice his limp, but upon closer look, it was clear he couldn’t use his right leg, relying mainly on his left.
Su Xiaowan remembered that in the book, he was injured while rescuing a kidnapped hostage, which forced him to retire from the military.