Chapter 1: I Was a Bit Rough With You Last Night

“Take your hand off me!”

Lin Qingyue had a dream—a steamy, passionate dream with an abstinent, stoic man.

In the haze of that dream, she felt a large, rough hand roaming over her body. The calloused fingers grazed every inch of her soft skin with a possessive, almost primal force. Her body heated up with every touch, as though it were about to burst into flames.

That hand seemed to grasp her very soul, lifting her to euphoric heights.

Suddenly, the hand gripped her thigh, lifting her body into a bold and intimate position.

The man buried his face in the curve of her neck, kissing down her skin, inch by inch, lower and lower…

The rush of sensations left her mind blank, and instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

A soft moan escaped her lips. Her body surrendered completely, alive and glowing under him.

After all, it was just a dream—so why not let go?

She gave in, biting his shoulder without hesitation. The man, aroused by her boldness, responded even more wildly.

The dream spiraled deeper, more vivid, more real…

When Lin Qingyue woke up, her body ached all over. She slowly opened her eyes. The soft morning light spilled into the room, making her eyes sting—but she still managed to take in her surroundings.

A double bed. A handmade wooden cabinet against the wall. A small stove and a little dining table by the window.

Through the window, she saw a tall, straight-backed man standing with his back to her, washing something at an outdoor faucet.

He was bent over slightly, his military-green shirt stretching tight across his strong back. His posture radiated power.

What… what was going on?

She lived alone. At 25, she was an independent woman who’d bought her own spacious apartment with her hard-earned money. So how could—

Was she still dreaming?

Just then, there was a knock on the door. The man went to open it, and Lin Qingyue’s eyes followed him.

“Captain Lu, here are the ten eggs I borrowed last month. Returning them now.”

“No rush, Aunt Wu. It wasn’t anything urgent,” he replied, his voice low and serious, accepting the basket with both hands.

“Borrow and repay, so borrowing again isn’t a problem,” Aunt Wu chuckled. She glanced into the courtyard slyly. “Your wife sure made a lot of noise last night. Young people, full of energy!”

Her eyes landed on the basin of colorful laundry beneath the faucet. She smiled even wider. “Soldiers are so thoughtful, even doing laundry for their wives.”

“We’ll keep it down in the future,” the man replied, his deep voice drifting clearly through the window.

Captain Lu? A soldier? His wife?

Lin Qingyue’s brain practically exploded.

Looking around the room again, everything matched the setting of the 1980s military marriage novel she’d been reading last night…

A wave of dizziness hit her. Suddenly, memories that weren’t hers surged into her mind.

She had transmigrated into a book!

And into the body of the villainous supporting character!

In the story, Lin Qingyue was the quintessential evil antagonist. Born into a wealthy family and doted on by her parents, she went mad with love and relentlessly pursued the male lead, sabotaging his relationship with the heroine.

Driven by jealousy, she kidnapped the heroine, had her humiliated, and even locked her in a pigsty.

Even after getting married, she constantly tried to cheat on her husband, Lu Siyi, and abused his three adopted sons—feeding them dog food and tormenting them emotionally and physically.

When those boys grew up, they took brutal revenge. They ruined her family, burned her tongue, and threw her out of the Lu household. She was eventually abducted and ended up a deranged, tortured woman, beaten and hated by everyone.

That tragic ending hit Lin Qingyue like a ton of bricks. Goosebumps broke out all over her body.

Hearing the door open, she snapped back to reality and hurriedly grabbed a white shirt from beside the bed to cover herself.

Lu Siyi set the basket on a shelf and walked toward the bedroom to check if she was awake—only to see Lin Qingyue standing at the door, wearing his oversized white shirt, looking hesitant and uneasy.

She was undeniably beautiful—fair and glowing, as if she were lit from within.

The reddish-purple marks scattered across her skin clearly revealed what had happened the night before.

Desire…

Lu Siyi’s throat tightened. His gaze on her became intense, as though he wanted to burn her up.

When Lin Qingyue saw his face, her expression became complicated.

Lu Siyi was the male lead’s official match in the book—born into a high-ranking military family, already a battalion commander at just 28.

He had sharp features, a stern mouth, and a cool, serious aura. His skin was a healthy bronze. In modern terms, he was an absolute top-tier heartthrob.

He was exactly her type.

So this was her husband?

Lin Qingyue was… not unlucky.

But now, she had no idea how to face Lu Siyi after what happened the night before.

Aside from their marriage, they barely knew each other.

Noticing his increasingly intense gaze, she nervously tugged at the shirt. “Are you… Lu Siyi?”

“Mm. Last night was our first night together since we got married. Even though we’ve only met three times…”

“Stop right there!” she interrupted, pressing a hand to her forehead. Her legs nearly gave out—she wasn’t about to hear the rest of that sentence.

Lu Siyi frowned, strode over, and scooped her up into his arms.

“W-what are you doing?” Lin Qingyue panicked, struggling.

“I was a bit rough with you last night. It’s no wonder you can’t walk,” Lu Siyi said flatly.

His cool, meaningful gaze scanned her from head to toe and back again. “That rag you’re wearing isn’t hiding much.”

Lin Qingyue’s cheeks burned. “It’s not a rag—it’s your white shirt!”

Lu Siyi’s eyes darkened with repressed desire as he stared at her. “Wearing my shirt in front of me like that… are you hinting that you want to go another round?”

He opened his arms and pulled her tightly into his embrace.

Staring at his suddenly closer face, his intense presence pressing down on her, Lin Qingyue forced a flattering smile. “I think… you’ve misunderstood.”

“…”

She swallowed hard, feeling like a helpless little white rabbit under the gaze of a very dangerous wolf.

He was the predator here.

Soldiers were supposed to have strong self-discipline—but Lu Siyi had been abstinent for over twenty years. Now that the seal was broken, he couldn’t help but crave more.

Besides, she was his wife. Everything they did was perfectly legal.

Realizing that, Lin Qingyue trembled slightly in his arms, her eyes filled with alarm.