Rough Hewn Husband Says they Should Sleep in Separate Beds But at Night he Hugs his blanket and Begs for Acceptance

She unexpectedly died from sudden cardiac arrest and ended up in the 1980s as the lazy, detestable ugly woman everyone looked down on. At that moment, she was wearing a stinky bright-red wedding dress, rolling on the ground and causing a scene as she tried to force a marriage.
The cold-faced commanding officer could no longer tolerate it and brought her back home, slapping a divorce agreement onto her face.
Looking at her “husband” a tall, broad-shouldered man in a green military uniform with a cool demeanor and long legs she suddenly tore the document to shreds.
“No divorce. Commander Song, I want to pursue you again.”
Everyone set up small stools and waited to see her get kicked out of the compound, but she seemed like a completely different person.
By day, she carried a hoe to reclaim farmland, growing tomatoes so big and red that even the canteen came to purchase them.
By night, she squatted in the kitchen studying recipes braised pork, soy-braised pig trotters filling the entire courtyard with mouthwatering aromas, making the neighborhood kids cling to the door crying for a bite.
She boldly expressed her affection in the most high-profile way, while he, blushing, threw it… away.