Chapter 1: Transmigration? Me?

In a boundless black night, with howling winds and torrential rain, a woman stood precariously on a steep cliff overlooking a deep abyss of raging waves. Her foot suddenly slipped, and she plummeted into the chasm!

The ensuing feeling of shattering bones and unbearable pain overwhelmed her entire being!

…

“Ah!”

Wen Yanyan, lying on a wooden bed, woke up in a cold sweat, a sudden cry escaping her lips as she stared into the surrounding darkness.

Terrified!

Instinctively, she reached down to touch herself… feeling something hot and burning…

“Hmm?”

She touched it again… it seemed to be… her legs?

She breathed a sigh of relief. Her arms and legs were intact, but… these legs, why couldn’t she feel them at all?

Could it be…?

Wen Yanyan suddenly considered a possibility: could she be… paralyzed?

A chill ran down her spine. Nervously swallowing, she continued her exploration upwards… no feeling, still no feeling.

Her heart grew colder.

Huh, this… how is this so hard, and in blocks?

Like… abs?

But… did she have abs?

Suddenly.

“Slap!”

A sharp pain shot through her hand!

A cold shout pierced her ears.

“Wen Yanyan! Enough!”

Before she could understand what was happening, she was forcefully shoved, her body half hanging over the edge of the bed. Luckily, she grabbed the bedsheet tightly, preventing herself from falling to the floor.

Huh?

What’s going on?

Wen Yanyan hurriedly looked and found a naked stranger sitting on the other side of the bed!

Wow!

She gasped in surprise. This man… was so handsome!

In the dim light, his features were sharp and deep-set, with cold phoenix eyes under his long, slender eyebrows, his thin lips pursed, and his facial lines were strong and defined.

“You…”

She started to ask, “Who are you?”, but he abruptly stood up before she could finish.

Wow!

She was stunned again. This man’s physique—amazing! Broad shoulders, strong waist, incredibly long legs, and prominent muscles. His aura was cold and commanding, and he was at least six feet tall.

Wen Yanyan was speechless. The man left under her incredulous and reluctant gaze.

Uh?

This incredibly handsome, steel-like man had been… touched by her small hand?

Wen Yanyan’s face flushed. This was the first time she had ever been in such close proximity to a man.

It felt pretty good, and she could still feel the lingering warmth on her fingertips.

Suddenly, a cold voice came from outside the door.

“I’m going on duty, take care of yourself.”

As soon as the words fell.

“Bang!”

A loud bang of a closing door echoed in her ears, and the surroundings fell into deathly silence.

Hmm?

Wen Yanyan clutched her rapidly beating heart, frowning in confusion. She slowly moved back onto the bed, staring at the whitewashed ceiling, still bewildered…

What did he say?

Execute a mission? Take care of yourself?

Who is he?

Why were they lying in the same room, on the same bed? And why did he push her?

And talk like that?

Did his whereabouts have anything to do with her?

Also, why was his voice so pleasant? A rich, low baritone.

My God.

Could there be such a perfect man?

Was she dreaming?

It must be a dream, because in dreams—anything is possible.

Suddenly.

Wen Yanyan’s head throbbed, a jumble of chaotic memories flooding her mind like a flock of black crows.

She endured the pain, sorting through the memories, her thoughts gradually becoming clear.

An hour ago, she had just gotten off the plane from overseas when she was kidnapped. While escaping, she accidentally fell from a precipice…

That cliff was so high.

Falling from it meant certain death.

So, she died? She seemed to have died.

Because, she found that not only were her arms and legs intact, but she wasn’t in pain anywhere, which was abnormal.

She had fallen from a precipice.

Most importantly, a stranger’s memories were now in her head, the memories of a woman from the 1970s, a military wife.

Her name was also Wen Yanyan, the same name as her. She was the daughter of an ordinary family in a northern city.

The man who had just left was her new husband, Nan Jue, from the south.

He had enlisted at sixteen and become a regiment commander in the South Xinjiang military region at twenty-three.

Young and promising, with a bright future.

Originally, they would never have crossed paths.

Because of the transportation conditions in the 1970s, they were separated by mountains and rivers!

However, because Wen’s family and Nan Jue’s grandfather had a life-saving bond, they had a childhood betrothal.

Therefore, Wen Yanyan had married him at eighteen, becoming his wife.

It had only been two months since they got their marriage certificate, but the original owner and her husband hadn’t consummated their marriage.

Because, the man went on a mission the night after the wedding, and only returned last night, then left again just now.

Oh, so it was a loveless marriage; no wonder Nan Jue had been so cold to her, not even glancing at her.

But she accidentally bumped into him, touched him… and he angrily left his new wife.

The original owner, however, loved Nan Jue to death, missing him terribly every day.

During his mission, she went to the military base every day to inquire about Nan Jue’s whereabouts.

She cried, wailed, and argued with the military leaders, demanding he return home, even cursing them for being inhuman.

She complained about not having a proper wedding and accused them of lying, saying that Nan Jue wasn’t on a mission at all, that he was deliberately avoiding her.

…

Wen Yanyan lost interest in continuing the memories once she found a point that particularly caught her attention.

Transmigration!

She had transmigrated!

Not only that, but into a loveless marriage!

She helplessly turned her head, looking at the old-fashioned wardrobe and clock against the wall, sighing.

In her past life, she came from a happy family, was exceptionally intelligent, and a genius girl, self-studying in elementary school, and easily completing middle and high school in four years…

She was admitted to the best medical school in the country with the highest score, studied abroad on a scholarship at fifteen, and graduated with a doctorate at eighteen.

If nothing unexpected happened, she would have been the youngest and most promising heart surgeon in the country.

Before returning to China, she had already mastered the most advanced surgical techniques in the world.

However, she didn’t have time to start her career, or experience a passionate love, before she was unfortunately murdered.

In her past life, she had always longed for love, the kind of mutual affection, a two-way journey, the beautiful love of being inseparable, both in heaven and on earth.

To hold hands with her beloved and walk into the sacred hall of marriage.

Unexpectedly, after transmigration… she was in this awkward situation.

The original owner was head over heels, but her newlywed husband, who looked like the King of Nanling, didn’t care about her at all.

Well!

It’s fine, if it works out, it works out; if not, then divorce, no pain in separation.

She didn’t want to spend her life in a loveless grave, not in her past life, and certainly not in this one.

With her extraordinary talent and abilities from her past life, achieving a fulfilling material and spiritual life in this era wouldn’t be difficult.

With her beauty and inner qualities, finding a man she deeply loved, and who deeply loved her, to spend her life with would be easy.

But…