Chapter 1

“Comrade, I’m Wei Yanzhen’s wife. Could you please inform him I’m here? I have something important to discuss with him.”

At the entrance of the Guangdong Military District, a young woman stood in a light blue bulaji (Soviet-style) dress, like a graceful orchid blooming under the sky.

Her figure was elegant and lithe, with a refined beauty that immediately drew the attention of the young soldiers nearby.

The guard was startled by her introduction — she was Captain Wei Yanzhen’s wife!

“Comrade sister-in-law, please wait a moment.”
He quickly called the camp office.

A minute later, the young soldier returned with an apologetic expression.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. Captain Wei isn’t in the office right now. Please try again later.”

Deng Zhilian nodded, a bit disappointed.
“Alright. Thank you. I’ll wait for him at the gate.”

She hadn’t really expected to see him today.

After all, she and Wei Yanzhen had finalized their divorce a month ago, and he had moved out of the family home, living full-time in the military dormitories.

In truth, she didn’t need to see him again — except she had transmigrated into this novel!

The original Deng Zhilian was a cannon fodder character. Her father had died on the battlefield saving Wei Yanzhen’s father, General Wei Xiaotian. Her mother had remarried, and she had been adopted by the Wei family, growing up alongside Wei Yanzhen like childhood sweethearts.

Ironically, the original host despised Wei Yanzhen. She thought he was too strong, too intimidating, and married him only because she had no real choice, being dependent on the Wei family.

Naturally, their married life was far from happy.

The original Deng Zhilian preferred refined, literary men — someone who would read poetry and discuss music and arts with her.
Wei Yanzhen and she didn’t match at all, especially in the bedroom. That had been the last straw in their relationship.

Every weekend, when Wei Yanzhen returned home from base, he would leave her sore and unable to get out of bed. Over time, she grew increasingly cold toward him. She began avoiding him on weekends, going out with a female friend from their military compound to drink coffee and watch movies.

Eventually, through her friend Song Yitao, she met a charming gigolo.

For this man, the original Deng Zhilian finally made up her mind to divorce Wei Yanzhen.

At first, Wei Yanzhen refused, but she threatened to make scenes at the base and even to write reports accusing him of domestic abuse.
Under such pressure, he finally agreed to the divorce — and since then, he hadn’t shown her a shred of warmth.

Now, Deng Zhilian — the transmigrator — had been waiting outside the base for several days, trying to catch him, and finally asked the guard to call him.

Still, he refused to see her.

But considering the baby in her belly and the tragic future the original host was heading toward — running away with the gigolo, only to be betrayed and sold into illegal labor, ultimately dying on a smuggler’s boat — Deng Zhilian knew she had to rewrite this story.

She stood out in front of the gate, her clean appearance strikingly out of place amid the rigid military atmosphere.

Soon, two female literary soldiers passed by and whispered:

“She’s been squatting here for days. Must be trying to see her man. But he won’t even come out. Tsk… what do you think she did?”
“Not just trying — look at that figure. She’s married, clearly. If a man avoids his wife like that, she must’ve been fooling around and got caught!”

Deng Zhilian frowned.

These girls didn’t even try to whisper privately?

She turned, facing them directly.
“Talking gossip in public? Should I report this to your superior and see if your political education classes are working?”

The two girls turned pale and ran off in panic.

Deng Zhilian chuckled. So easily scared — and she hadn’t even done anything yet.

Still not seeing Wei Yanzhen among the crowd of men coming and going, she began idly playing with a piece of foxtail grass while waiting.

Meanwhile, in the dormitory of the base, soft sunlight spilled over a narrow single bed.

A tall man lay flat on his back, his uniform buttoned perfectly to the collar, his shoulders broad and frame powerful. Even on that narrow bed, he seemed commanding.

With his eyes closed and thick brows furrowed slightly, Wei Yanzhen appeared to be lost in thought.

He’d returned from lunch to rest, but soon after, his political instructor entered the dorm.

“I just came back from the gate,” the instructor said. “Your wife’s out there again. She’s been waiting for days. Are you really not going to see her?”

“Come on, Yanzhen, she’s a young woman. Have some heart. What happened between you two, anyway?”

Wei Yanzhen didn’t even open his eyes.

He thought of the divorce certificate tucked in his drawer — approved and stamped a month ago. He hadn’t publicized it.

“We’re divorced,” he said coldly.

The room fell silent.

The instructor was stunned. “You two grew up together. Childhood sweethearts — and just like that? Did you do something to wrong her?”

Wei Yanzhen finally sat up and put on his hat, preparing to leave.

“She said I was a roadblock to her happiness.”

Without another word, he strode out of the dorm.

Back at the gate, the summer sun grew hotter.

Just as Deng Zhilian was about to give up, that familiar military figure appeared.

Tall — at least 188 cm — broad-shouldered, with defined features and taut muscles beneath his uniform, Wei Yanzhen radiated masculinity and strength.

But his face was icy, and his tone even colder:

“We’re divorced. Why are you here?”

Deng Zhilian didn’t beat around the bush.

“I’m pregnant.”

Wei Yanzhen stared at her, stunned. “What did you say?”

“I said I’m pregnant. Three months.”

Even the instructor, who had followed behind, heard it.

“Are you serious?” he asked.

Deng Zhilian nodded firmly.

A storm of emotions flickered in Wei Yanzhen’s eyes.

The instructor quickly spoke up, “I’ll request leave for Yanzhen. He should take you to the hospital for a check-up. Pregnancy isn’t a small matter — health comes first.”

Deng Zhilian didn’t object.
She knew she couldn’t avoid the hospital trip — after all, the original host had been suspected of cheating.