Su Ruanruan took a nap and woke up to find herself transported to 1970—on her wedding night.
The moment she opened her eyes, she was met with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and eight-pack abs. Who wouldn’t be a little dazed at such a sight?
Fu Wenjing had eyebrows like distant peaks and eyes like shining stars. His high nose bridge, thin lips, and sharp jawline gave him an air of cold perfection. Whenever he wore his military uniform, he always buttoned it up to the very top, the epitome of an abstinent male god.
Everyone said Fu Wenjing had a hidden illness, was unromantic, and didn’t know how to cherish his wife—marrying him was practically a guaranteed life of solitude.
But Su Ruanruan soon discovered that the reality was completely different.
“Ruanruan, just sit there and wait. One more dish, and we can eat.”
“Ruanruan, do you want to wear a Bragi dress or a Lenin suit?”
“Ruanruan, do you want brown sugar eggs or nourishing old hen soup?”
“Ruanruan, let’s go to the beach to watch the sunrise and sunset. Or better yet, let’s set up a tent at night and stargaze.”
Listening to this man speak the most tender words in the coldest voice, Su Ruanruan could only think—please, stop spoiling her! If this keeps up, she’s going to lose her mind!
