“Mu Heng, I’ll give you three more months to try to persuade your wife. If it still doesn’t work by then, I’ll approve your divorce application.”
“Old Mu, this woman seems sent from heaven just to mess with you. Brother can’t help you either.”
“How did our Captain Mu end up with such a troublesome wife? Ah! I really feel it’s unfair to him.”
The surrounding voices were loud and chaotic. Tang Jin felt dizzy, her head throbbing at the back, and she groggily opened her eyes.
Before her was a handsome man in military uniform. His features looked like the work of a master sculptor, every line perfect, radiating unique charm.
His deep eyes were like a starry night, drawing anyone in. A high, straight nose gave a sense of determination and confidence.
He was incredibly handsome! But his expression was a little cold, making him seem unapproachable.
Her head was spinning, and it still hurt. Where was she?
“Are you alright? Next time, can you avoid doing such embarrassing things?”
Mu Heng looked relieved when she woke, but his face remained dark. She had really embarrassed him.
Tang Jin blinked, confused. Embarrassing? How had she embarrassed anyone?
And who was this man? Handsome, yes, but his expression was frighteningly cold. Those deep eyes could freeze a person.
She shivered involuntarily.
Another wave of dizziness hit, and suddenly memories of another woman appeared in her mind.
Looking again at the handsome man in military uniform, she realized—this was the husband from the other woman’s memories, three months into their marriage.
Could it be that she had transmigrated?
All she remembered was taking an impulsive trip, and then getting into a car accident on the way.
In the recovered memories, the original heroine was also named Tang Jin, 19 years old, trouble-prone, mischievous, a menace in the military compound—even the dogs would avoid her.
Three months ago, the male lead passed through her village on a mission, and the original Tang Jin accidentally fell into a river. He rescued her, but she falsely accused him of kissing her and exposing himself, ruining his reputation, forcing him to marry her.
Three months into the marriage, the male lead still hadn’t consummated it. She caused trouble at home, but this time, under Zhang Peipei’s instigation, she went to the military dorm and threatened to jump from the second floor if he didn’t sleep with her.
Everyone knew about it.
The male lead didn’t give in, and she actually jumped. Thinking the drop was low and harmless, she miscalculated, hit her head, and died. It was at this moment that Tang Jin had her car accident and soul-transferred.
Such a ridiculous thing had happened to her—was she reading too many transmigration novels?
The original Tang Jin had jumped because she demanded intimacy with the male lead, and he refused.
Tang Jin now just wanted to disappear into a hole. It was a total social embarrassment.
Although the male lead’s appearance was irresistibly attractive.
Unable to resist, Tang Jin played her part, widening her confused eyes and looking at Mu Heng. “Where am I? Who are you?”
Since there was no hole to hide in, she might as well pretend amnesia. Her head was already injured—perfect excuse!
The onlookers exchanged glances.
“Did she fall and get knocked silly?” someone shouted.
“Doesn’t even recognize her own husband?”
“Mu Heng, you should take your wife to the hospital.”
Mu Heng sighed, lifted Tang Jin, and strode toward the military compound clinic. Though he didn’t like her, he couldn’t let her get hurt.
“Mu Heng, I’ll come with you.” Fang Xiangdong quickly followed. He was an instructor of the Third Battalion and a close friend of Mu Heng.
“Captain, we’ll come too.” A group echoed.
“No need. You all go train.”
Tang Jin was held in the man’s arms, her heart pounding. She could feel the masculine scent of him.
Strong arms, broad shoulders, narrow waist. It was summer, and his uniform was thin—she could even feel his firm abdominal muscles.
He must have eight-pack abs. Her hand unconsciously brushed them, then pretended to adjust her posture, secretly delighted.
She thought she heard he had submitted a divorce application, giving three months?
Tang Jin decided—this marriage couldn’t end. She was unfamiliar with this world; where could she go if divorced?
Besides, she had a thing for good looks and uniforms—this husband perfectly matched all her fantasies about a man.
In her previous life, she was an older single woman. This time, she finally had a chance at love, and her husband was her ideal type—she wouldn’t let him go. She wasn’t stupid.
Her little scheming thoughts continued as the man carried her steadily.
After about ten minutes, they arrived at the military clinic.
Tang Jin had to admire his stamina—carrying her for so long without breaking a sweat. He was like carrying a small cat. She probably weighed around 100 pounds.
Handsome, strong, muscular, in uniform—she thought, “I really hit the jackpot!”
Seeing a doctor, Tang Jin quickly composed herself, putting on a bewildered expression.
Mu Heng explained the situation. The doctor checked her head.
The diagnosis: nothing serious, just some bruising from the impact, temporary amnesia. Rest and a two-day hospital stay with observation would suffice.
Tang Jin was assigned to a ward with three beds. One was empty, one was another military family’s spouse.
She remembered this woman—Zhang Company Leader’s wife, Wu Xiulan. She had even eaten at her house before.
Ah, the original Tang Jin’s scandalous past! Lazy and troublesome, always freeloading at other people’s houses, notorious throughout the military compound.
Tang Jin didn’t want to take the blame for this mess.
Even sharing a ward, the other woman ignored her with a look of disdain.
Since no one else would talk, Tang Jin decided to make the first move. After all, she had amnesia now—time to act cute!
“Sister-in-law, why are you in the hospital? Feeling unwell?” Tang Jin said with a flattering smile.
The original Tang Jin’s voice was really pleasant—much better than her own in her previous life.
Wu Xiulan didn’t want to respond, but Mu Heng was her husband’s superior, so she reluctantly said, “I had my appendix removed.”
“Oh, that must hurt a lot. If you want water or need a doctor, just let me help,” Tang Jin continued to flatter.
Despite the bump on her head and some pain, Tang Jin needed to clean up the original Tang Jin’s mess. Step one: win people over. According to the original’s memories, Sister-in-law Xiulan was friendly and kind.
Wu Xiulan was surprised. Was this still the Tang Jin she knew? Suddenly so polite?
Before, she had bossed people around, thinking her husband’s superior position gave her authority—now it was reversed.
Seeing that Wu Xiulan didn’t respond, Tang Jin smiled again, “Sister-in-law, I hit my head and lost my memory. Did we have any conflict before? If so, I apologize.”
Tang Jin recalled hitting the other woman’s child before, just because the child had tugged her long hair from behind.
Ah, her hair was unbearably long—she would cut it once back home.
Wu Xiulan, shocked by Tang Jin’s claim of amnesia, blurted, “You lost your memory?”
Could this be a new trick? She was skeptical. She had visited her house yesterday, and today—amnesia?