Chapter 1

A deafening boom echoed in her head, accompanied by which, Jiang Muqing abruptly opened her eyes, her chest heaving violently.

Where was this? Didn’t she and Jiang Heng encounter an avalanche?

Before she could ponder further, a scorching heat pressed down on her, cool lips with a burning temperature landing on her own.

“Ugh…”

The man’s kiss was clumsy, carrying a hint of alcohol that flooded her mouth.

Jiang Muqing’s brain hadn’t had time to process before she felt rough hands stroking her skin.

The man’s strong breath hit her nose. Through the faint moonlight, Jiang Muqing vaguely saw that the man pinning her down was very handsome.

Remembering the avalanche she just experienced, Jiang Muqing considered a possibility: Could it be that the King of Hell pitied her, a twenty-three-year-old woman in her prime, dying so pure and untouched, and specially gave her a “breaking-in” benefit?

The man’s body froze, his heart seemingly undergoing a fierce struggle. The alcohol-dulled rationality returned slightly, and the man was about to get up and leave when –

Soft hands landed on his abdomen, and the man’s body stiffened abruptly.

Jiang Muqing, testing the waters, felt the tight abs radiating heat, transmitting it to her brain through her fingertips.

Wow, this man has a great physique!

Jiang Muqing’s hand followed the abs, circling the narrow waist.

The man froze, shocked by her response. Then, the desire that had already been about to retreat was like a dam breaking, surging forth.

He leaned down, biting her lip, gnawing at it fiercely, his strong arms grabbing her slender legs…

Several times they tossed and turned, joining together in the passion of love. Jiang Muqing immersed herself in the ecstasy of man and woman.

She secretly praised the King of Hell’s reliability, finding her such a great “breaking-in” partner.

As dawn broke, Jiang Muqing lazily opened her eyes, feeling as if all her bones were falling apart.

As soon as she opened her eyes, the unfamiliar surroundings came into view, and Jiang Muqing’s mind short-circuited for a moment.

Mud-brick walls, with some cracks. There was an old wooden cabinet against the wall, with a round mirror on top.

The wooden window frame, pasted with white window paper, with streaks of sunlight streaming in through the broken window paper.

What, what kind of place is this?

When her gaze fell on Qin Muye, who was bending over to put on his pants, Jiang Muqing widened her eyes in astonishment.

The man in front of her had sword-like eyebrows that flew into his temples, as dark as ink. His thin lips were slightly pursed, and his deep eyes were like pools.

His nose was high and straight, his jawline sharp and angular, outlining the three-dimensional contours of his face.

Then, memories that didn’t belong to her quickly flooded her brain.

She had actually transmigrated! She had transmigrated into a 1980s novel she had read before her death, onto the body of the cannon fodder ex-wife who shared the same name as her.

In the original book, the male lead, Qin Muye, was forced to marry the original owner due to a marriage contract his father had made before his death. On their wedding night, they shared a bed but didn’t cross the line, and he ran away before dawn. He then went to the army and had no news for two years.

Later, the original owner learned from her younger sister-in-law that Qin Muye had always had a white moonlight in his heart.

Because her husband was both dismissive and absent, the original owner had a miserable time at her in-laws’ house.

A vicious mother-in-law, a lazy sister-in-law, a missing husband, and a broken her.

The original owner repeatedly called Qin Muye, who was in the army, but the operator always said he was too busy to answer the phone. In the end, at only twenty years old, she was slowly worn down to death by her mother-in-law and sister-in-law.

When Qin Muye learned of the original owner’s death, he rushed back, but she had already been buried.

After that, Qin Muye didn’t speak for days, and never returned to his hometown again.

Later, Qin Muye, who was wholeheartedly focused on his career, rose through the ranks in the army, becoming the youngest commander in the military region.

The female lead had always secretly loved Qin Muye and fought alongside him.

Qin Muye never accepted her, until many years later, when the female lead was captured while saving him. When she was rescued, her life was hanging by a thread, and Qin Muye finally agreed to marry her.

But how did she end up here? Where was the original owner?

Recalling carefully, Jiang Muqing’s head ached. She remembered that before Qin Muye came in, Wang Guifen had insisted on taking her dowry, claiming that she was already a member of the Qin family. The original owner refused, and during the struggle, Wang Guifen pushed her, causing the original owner’s head to hit the pillar.

Worried about an accident, Wang Guifen reluctantly left. Afterward, the original owner’s head had been dizzy, so she lay down to rest.

Could it be that the original owner was gone just like that? Before she could figure it out, she turned her head and saw Qin Muye about to run away!

Seeing Jiang Muqing’s gaze, Qin Muye’s back stiffened, and his hand holding his pants tightened.

Seeing her beautiful big eyes staring at him roundly, Qin Muye’s heart sank: She must be resenting him for sleeping with her, right?

Last night was their wedding night, and Qin Muye had been given a few drinks. When he lay down beside her, the alcohol got to his head for a moment, and he couldn’t help but kiss her…

He was about to make a last-minute escape, but the remaining rationality in him, when her hand circled his waist, directly made him run away.

At that moment, he didn’t care who was in her heart, he just thought to himself, how could his wife not be slept with?

Qin Muye’s heartstrings were taut, thinking about putting on his pants and running away quickly, lest she be dissatisfied and file for divorce.

But as he turned around, her voice came from behind him: “Stop.”

The soft tone didn’t have any power, but Qin Muye still obediently stood still.

Seeing that she didn’t speak, Qin Muye, whose face was usually expressionless, looked at her, his deep voice sounding: “What?”

Jiang Muqing moved her body, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed: “I want to take a bath.”

Her voice was soft and lazy, with a hint of a sweet tone, and Qin Muye was stunned.

Seeing him standing there motionless, Jiang Muqing’s beautiful eyes held a hint of reproach: “You were too rough, I don’t have the energy.”

Qin Muye’s ears suddenly turned red, and he lowered his eyes, reaching out to twist a towel, wiping her slender arms and neck.

When he lifted the blanket and saw the bruises all over her body, Qin Muye swallowed nervously, even his breath was hot.

He dared not look, only lowered his head, carefully wiping, afraid of accidentally hurting her.

Jiang Muqing’s eyes looked at him without any restraint, surprised by his attentiveness.

If she didn’t know that he had a white moonlight in his heart, she would really think this man was interested in her.

“Don’t leave while I’m here.” Jiang Muqing’s eyelids drooped sleepily.

The wiping movement in his hand paused, and Qin Muye didn’t speak.

Qin Muye’s face was red. When he finally helped her wipe her body, she was already asleep with her eyelids drooping.

He carried the water out, returned to the room, sat by the bed, and stared blankly at the delicate and beautiful little face.

He carefully changed the sheets, looking at the glaring crimson on the sheets, Qin Muye’s heart was filled with something.

He put the sheet into the basin, and Qin Muye tiptoed out with the sheet to wash it.

In the courtyard, Qin Muye bent over, washing the crimson stain…

When Jiang Muqing woke up again, the sun was high in the sky.

She stretched, sat up, and saw a plain white dress and a clean belly band neatly placed by the bed.

“Wear this…” Jiang Muqing covered her face.

Thinking that the original owner’s family was a bit poor, Jiang Muqing blushed and put on her clothes.

She came out of the small room and just reached the main hall when she saw several people sitting at the square table.

As she appeared, one of them looked up at her.

The next second, a bolt from the blue: “Damn!”

Hearing this familiar voice, Jiang Muqing’s mouth twitched: This guy, really Jiang Heng?

Just looking at that face, about twenty-three or four years old, but thin and black, and then thinking about her own tender and delicate appearance, Jiang Muqing suddenly remembered his dying words and tentatively said: “Father?”