Chapter 1

Su Wan groggily opened her eyes—only to find a man on top of her, doing things that couldn’t be described out loud.

This had to be a dream!

She squeezed her eyes shut, but the sensations were just too real.

She was 28 and had never even tasted what a man was like. What was wrong with having a racy dream for once?!

Since it was just a dream—and a vivid one at that—she wrapped her arms around the man and, feeling bold, gave his firm, perky butt a smack.

Only… two minutes later?

Su Wan felt like collapsing emotionally.

Couldn’t her dream at least come with a man who had better stamina?

The man froze for a second, seemingly offended, and then, in response, grabbed her waist and returned to the task with renewed energy.

By the third round, Su Wan could only think: This dream man’s stamina is insane! Hard all over… I could have this dream every night and be just fine. Totally worth it.

When she woke up the next morning, Su Wan realized she was lying on an old, creaky bed.

The yellowed walls, the shabby desk, the battered wardrobe, the wooden dining table with four mismatched chairs… all of it screamed 1980s.

Had she gotten up too fast?

Not sure, she laid back down—maybe it was all just a dream.

But then, a sudden sharp pain stabbed her head, and memories that didn’t belong to her flooded in.

She had been reborn!

Back in the 1980s, in the body of a young woman also named Su Wan—twenty years old, the daughter of a village chief and a famously fiery, hardworking mother. She had three older brothers who doted on her endlessly.

The original Su Wan had been lazy, gluttonous, and scheming. But her family was well-off for the era. At 165 cm tall, she weighed over 180 jin (~200 pounds), and she had set her sights on Chen Yuan—a 23-year-old company commander in the military.

Two months ago, when Chen Yuan returned home on leave, the original Su Wan spiked his drink, crawled into bed with him while he was passed out, and was “caught in the act” by their families. Pressured into responsibility, Chen Yuan submitted a marriage report and took her back to the military compound.

Though polite, Chen Yuan clearly kept his distance. But Su Wan didn’t care. She used his salary to indulge in food. And when he returned from a grueling two-month mission and still refused to touch her, she secretly drugged him with an animal-grade aphrodisiac.

Wounded and exhausted, Chen Yuan was already on the edge. When she threatened self-harm to stop him from leaving, things spiraled out of control—and she died from her own stunt.

That was when the modern Su Wan took over the body—right as the drug took effect.

Chen Yuan, lost in a haze, had pinned her to the bed and ravished her.

Looking down at her now soft and pudgy hands, Su Wan felt overwhelmed.

There were so many things to unpack, she didn’t even know where to begin.

But one thing was for sure—what she thought was a blissful dream had turned into a complete mess. Processing the reality was almost impossible.

This was a thunderbolt from the blue.

Her throat felt raw—she’d screamed way too loudly, thinking it was all just a dream.

Now she realized she was living in the military family compound. With thin walls and close neighbors, there was no doubt everyone had heard her moaning the night before.

So embarrassing. Absolute social death.

She wished she could crawl into a hole… or transfer to another planet.

Squeak…

The wooden door creaked open. A man in military uniform walked in.

It was him—Chen Yuan. The man from last night.

He was tall and handsome, nothing like the rugged brutes on TV. About 6’1″, a hint of roguish charm, tanned skin, broad shoulders, narrow waist—his figure was perfection.

Even Su Wan, who had seen plenty of handsome men in her past life, was momentarily stunned.

Before she could say anything, Chen Yuan frowned at her dazed expression. Still, he placed the lunchbox on the table and said in a hoarse voice, “I’ve left your breakfast here. I’m off to training.”

He was under 22 but already a company commander. Even after being injured on a mission, he pushed himself to continue training recruits.

Su Wan opened her mouth. “About last night…”

“I’m going to train,” he cut her off, clearly unwilling to talk, and turned to leave.

Chen Yuan was clearly holding a grudge.

He didn’t love the original Su Wan, but he’d treated her with respect. After their forced marriage, he’d been assigned to a mission and left right after submitting the paperwork. When he returned, bruised and battered, she didn’t offer any concern—just drugged him.

The dosage was so strong, he’d genuinely thought he might die in bed.

Thinking of everything she had done and the gossip he’d heard from the other military wives about her behavior in the past two months, Chen Yuan’s footsteps grew heavier as he walked away.

Su Wan was just as frustrated. Sure, she wasn’t the one who had done all that… but now this body was hers.

What was she supposed to do—tell Chen Yuan she wasn’t the original Su Wan and start ranting about reincarnation?

Forget it.

No matter how she explained, Chen Yuan’s impression of her was already rock-bottom. No point wasting the effort.

After getting up, Su Wan opened the wardrobe, only to be hit by a stench so strong it made her cough.

My god.

How could a girl live like this?

The wardrobe was stuffed with dirty, unwashed clothes—sour and musty, made worse by the summer heat.

She quickly found a loose Dacron shirt and work pants, then grabbed a basin and headed to the public water pump to wash up.

Just as she arrived, a few wives doing laundry looked up and stared.

Su Wan remembered last night.

Her face turned beet red.

She rushed through her washing routine, only to hear teasing voices behind her:

“No wonder Chen Yuan made company commander so young. Came back injured and still went all night!”

“I know, right? I was blushing under the covers from all the noise!”

“Shhh! Don’t talk so loud! They’ve been apart for two months. Newlyweds, y’know? A little reunion heat is normal…”

Su Wan practically flew back into her house.

Chen Yuan had left her two steamed buns and two meat buns. She ate one of each and left the rest.

The original Su Wan had a huge appetite, but she preferred to eat modestly—and honestly, this body didn’t need to eat too much anyway.

After breakfast, she began cleaning.

The apartment was on the ground floor, about 30 square meters, with its own bathroom. The front was a kitchen and living area; a wooden divider and curtain separated the bedroom in back. The bathroom was old and worn, with a squat toilet and a shower area.

But the place was filthy. The original Su Wan had been too lazy to clean anything.

She gathered up all the dirty clothes and shoes and tossed them into a bucket.

When she went to change the bedsheets and saw that splash of red—and the large, blood-stained mark next to it—her emotions churned.