(Historical Romance, Sweet Romance , Military Life, Older Hero, Found Family, Age Gap (7 Years) Gruff, Protective Military Officer × Delicate, Spoiled Heroine.)
The Wen family has fallen from grace.
Overnight, their privileged young daughter is branded the child of a capitalist family, hated by everyone. To keep her safe, her parents pull every string they can and arrange for her to enter a fake marriage with a military officer so she can follow the army to the remote Northwest.
At the military reception office, the man behind the desk barely looks up.
“Your paperwork is incomplete. Have your family member come over.”
The young woman lowers her head, cheeks flushed.
“…Brother.”
The man standing before her is the older brother she’s called Brother for more than ten years—and the very man who has agreed to marry her.
Song Tingyue was once the Wen family’s adopted son. He treasured Wen Jianing like his own little sister, raising her with endless care. But she never appreciated him and, in the end, broke his heart.
Later, he was reclaimed by his biological father. A few short years later, he had become the most formidable regimental commander in the military district.
Everyone in the garrison knows Commander Song has one precious treasure.
In the harsh, windblown Northwest, where yellow sands stretch to the horizon, he pampers the delicate young woman so well that she grows even fairer and more radiant than when she first arrived.
People have seen the fearsome commander—who trains soldiers like a tiger—squatting beside her patiently coaxing,
“Ningning, don’t be picky. Just eat one more bite of meat.”
Still sulking, Wen Jianing pouts.
“Song Tingyue, you don’t even like me. Why do you keep trying to control me?”
He answers as though it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“You’re my little sister. Of course it’s my job to look after you.”
She hates hearing those two words—little sister.
So she starts provoking him on purpose.
She wanders around in the thinnest blouses she can find. She leans close with her hair still dripping wet. At dinner, she deliberately bites the chopsticks he’s just used, watching him avert his eyes.
Until one day, she puts on a red dress.
Every young soldier who sees her can’t help but stare.
That very night, he corners her against a wall, kissing her until she’s in tears. His eyes are dark with barely restrained desire as he growls,
“What? When you were little, you rode on my shoulders. Now you want to ride me instead?”
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