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The rowdy commotion finally came to an end by nightfall.
As they were heading downstairs, Li Yuetang was still twisting Song Zhanjin’s ear, issuing a stern warning.
“If you bully your wife again, I’ll beat you to death!”
Back in the room, when he saw Lin Wanjun’s head lowered, stifling a giggle, Song Zhanjin looked like he’d lost the will to live.
He strongly suspected this woman had deliberately set a trap to torment him—but he had no proof.
Still, after she’d demanded five yuan just to fulfill marital duties, he was now determined not to even touch a single strand of her hair.
“Go to sleep,” he said flatly.
He grabbed his pillow and quilt, lay down on the chaise by the window, and turned his back to Lin Wanjun.
Lin Wanjun quietly let out a breath of relief.
Even though she had now replaced the female side character as Song Zhanjin’s wife—even though she’d found the male lead quite satisfying while reading the book—being asked to sleep with him right away…
She didn’t dare to dream of defying fate and replacing Dong Yingying as Song Zhanjin’s destined match—after all, she didn’t hold the damn pen in the author’s hand.
But she wasn’t about to resign herself to fate either. At the very least, she wouldn’t walk the same doomed path as the side character. She wouldn’t betray and manipulate her husband’s family just to feed her vampire-like relatives—much less cheat on Song Zhanjin.
With her thoughts sorted, Lin Wanjun’s emotions gradually settled.
Sleep first. If she woke up and still hadn’t returned to her dorm at the medical university, she would take care of two major things.
One: go to the side character’s maternal home and demand the betrothal gift back.
Two: change her household registration and name, cutting ties with that bloodsucking family once and for all.
The name “Lin Zhaodi” was just too disgusting.
Her dreams that night were a chaotic jumble. When Lin Wanjun slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Song Zhanjin’s back as he changed clothes.
The man was shirtless, having just pulled up his pants and was now fastening his belt. From behind, his broad shoulders and narrow waist were a feast for the eyes.
As a seasoned connoisseur with countless “films” under her belt and extensive theoretical knowledge, Lin Wanjun wasn’t about to let such a visual treat go to waste.
Honestly, compared to him, those actors in Japanese adult films were laughably inferior.
But what shook her more was the sheer number of scars on Song Zhanjin’s bare back—new and old knife wounds crisscrossed together, making Lin Wanjun’s heart tighten painfully.
The original novel had once described a brutal scene of Song Zhanjin killing enemies on the battlefield.
The most harrowing moment was during a fierce battle over a strategic highland. He was struck by shrapnel that tore open his abdomen—his intestines spilled out.
But he gritted his teeth, shoved them back in, cinched the wound tight with his belt, and kept crawling forward—until he successfully destroyed the enemy’s firepower position.
Lin Wanjun could no longer look at Song Zhanjin with those flippant, teasing eyes. The man standing before her was a true hero, one who defended his country and protected its people.
As Song Zhanjin slipped on his shirt and turned around, he caught sight of Lin Wanjun staring at him with an intense gaze.
Her expression was complex—a bit flirtatious, yet also filled with admiration and sympathy. But it lacked the malice she’d shown last night when she held out her hand and demanded money.
What the hell… was she sick or something?
Thrown off by her sudden change, Song Zhanjin fumbled to button up his shirt and bolted downstairs at top speed.
When Lin Wanjun finished freshening up and came downstairs, she happened to overhear her mother-in-law, Li Yuetang, chatting with the housemaid, Madam Yang.
“Madam Yang, from now on, you’re not allowed to gossip like that anymore. The betrothal gift is rightfully hers to manage—whether she leaves it with her maiden family or brings it to her husband’s home, that’s Zhaodi’s choice.”
“As for those unsavory rumors about her before the wedding, let others chatter if they must. But if I hear you spreading them again, don’t blame me for turning hostile!”
…
That was just the kind of broad-minded and kind-hearted person Li Yuetang was.
And it was precisely because of her kindness that she suffered so much during the years of being sent down—eventually dying in a cowshed at the May Seventh Cadre School.
Remembering Li Yuetang’s fate in the novel, Lin Wanjun felt a dull ache in her chest.
She knew that she and Song Zhanjin would inevitably divorce one day, but if there was even the slightest chance, she wanted to save Li Yuetang!
After breakfast, Lin Wanjun spoke up on her own initiative.
“Mother, I want to make a trip back to my maiden home today—to bring over some of my things.”
Li Yuetang agreed without hesitation.
“Since Zhanjin’s still on wedding leave, let him drive you there.”
As she spoke, she pulled out several boxes of premium royal jelly and American ginseng from the cabinet.
“Bring some gifts for your father and mother.”
In the original novel, every time the female side character visited her maiden home, she practically ransacked the Song household—snatching up everything from expensive supplements to every bit of chicken, duck, and fish in the kitchen. She was like a plague of locusts.
And even then, she wasn’t satisfied. She kept pushing her luck, trying to move her entire family into the Military District Courtyard to enjoy a life of luxury…
“No need to bring those. My father bought them for you to help you recover—giving them to others would be a waste.”
Under Song Zhanjin’s astonished gaze, Lin Wanjun smiled as she returned the items to their original place.
“Father, Mother—now that Zhanjin and I are married, can I transfer my household registration here?”
Song Mingcheng nodded and replied, “Of course. You can transfer it anytime you like.”
Lin Wanjun said, “Can I transfer it today? Also, I want to change my name—I want to be called Lin Wanjun.”
Immediately, Song Mingcheng made a few phone calls and quickly got everything arranged.
“Someone will come by this afternoon. You’ll just need to fill out a few forms and submit some photos. The rest will be handled by a specialist. It’ll be done within three days at most.”
Hearing that, Lin Wanjun finally breathed a sigh of relief.
With a smile, she said, “Then from now on, please use my new name. You can call me Wanjun, or Junjun—whichever you prefer.”
Li Yuetang immediately changed how she addressed her.
“Zhanjin, go start the car. Take Junjun back while the morning’s still cool. The earlier you go, the sooner you’ll be back. We’re having steamed buns for lunch!”
The jeep rumbled out of the Military District Courtyard.
As Song Zhanjin drove, he kept glancing at Lin Wanjun sitting in the passenger seat.
“You… you’ve changed!”
It was strange. From the day they first met until their wedding yesterday—over the course of more than two months—he had been infuriated by Lin Wanjun’s willfulness and tantrums countless times. If it hadn’t been for Grandfather’s arrangement, he would never have married her.
But last night, when she fainted and came to, it was as if someone had swapped out her soul—her eyes suddenly looked clear and pure…
If she hadn’t stayed within his line of sight the whole time, Song Zhanjin might have seriously suspected that the bride had been switched.
Lin Wanjun smiled.
“So, do you prefer the old Lin Zhaodi, or the current Lin Wanjun?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Song Zhanjin replied,
“Of course I prefer the you right now!”
That made Lin Wanjun beam. Energized, she declared, “Once we get to the Lin family, I’m taking back the ten-thousand-yuan betrothal gift—and I’m also retrieving the heirloom Grandmother gave me!”
A deep emerald ring embedded with spatial storage abilities!
In the original novel, this ring could store anything. But the foolish, younger-brother-obsessed side character gave it away to her younger brother, who—utterly useless—turned around and sold it for just fifty yuan.
By a twist of fate, the ring ended up in the female lead’s hands. Using the ring’s vast storage, she raised chickens, grew vegetables, and stockpiled supplies, helping the Song family survive the hardest years of being sent down.
Now that Lin Wanjun had transmigrated into this retro novel, she was going to take that ring back—and kick off a fierce, unstoppable new life of her own!