Things on the Shen family side were lively and bustling. Even the brigade leader and the village accountant had gone to their home to attend the wedding banquet.

Full of anticipation, Jiang Yujiao followed Zhou Qianming toward their new home.

When Zhou Qianming led her to the educated youth (sent-down youth) compound, Jiang Yujiao still hadn’t noticed anything wrong.

“Qianming-ge, did you leave something at the educated youth compound?” she asked.

Zhou Qianming said flatly, “No. I came to bring you home.”

“Home?” Jiang Yujiao’s eyes widened.

This was the educated youth compound—how could this be called a home? She couldn’t accept that after marriage she would still be living here. It wasn’t even as good as the Jiang family.

Seeing her displeased expression, Zhou Qianming explained, “Don’t worry. I’ve already applied to the team leader for a separate room. I won’t be living with others.”

But Jiang Yujiao was still unhappy. The dorm was too cramped, and there was no kitchen or anything—it was inconvenient for everything.

She suggested, “Qianming-ge, why don’t we build a small house in the village?”

Zhou Qianming’s face immediately darkened.

He still owed money to Jiang Ling and had also spent a large sum on bride price for the Jiang family. He had no money left at all.

“Yujiao, if you don’t want to marry me anymore, it’s not too late to back out now.”

They hadn’t even registered their marriage yet. If she wanted to leave now, she could return home immediately.

At that point, he could even get the Jiang family to return the bride price. With his handsome face, he wasn’t worried about not finding another partner.

Hearing this, Jiang Yujiao panicked immediately.

“No! Qianming-ge, I only want to marry you! Living in the compound is fine, it’s fine.”

She quickly pulled him inside, afraid he would change his mind.

Now that Zhou Qianming was a bit poor, it didn’t matter—he would become rich in the future. She firmly believed he would become a tycoon.

But when she saw the room only had a rusty iron bed and a cabinet, she still felt bitter.

It was the same wedding day, but everyone in the village had gone to celebrate Shen Yan and Jiang Ling’s wedding, while their side was cold and deserted.

Although she felt uncomfortable, she still had something important to do.

She locked the door, walked behind Zhou Qianming, and hugged his waist.

“Qianming-ge, let’s sleep…”

Zhou Qianming looked outside—it was still daytime. Sleep?

Before he could react, he saw that two buttons of her collar were already undone.

She was deliberately seducing him, intending to quickly get pregnant and secure her position as the future wealthy wife.

Today she was dressed up and even wore makeup—although it looked somewhat terrifying, she was still a woman.

Zhou Qianming couldn’t hold himself back and was pulled onto the bed.

In her previous life, after marriage she had never been satisfied, and now she was making up for it through Zhou Qianming.

…

Night fell deeply. Most guests at the Shen family banquet had already left.

Before leaving, brigade leader Li Yong reminded Shen Yan:

“Old Shen, Ling girl is a good girl. You must treat her well in the future.”

Jiang Ling had severed ties with the Jiang family. If the Shen family ever bullied her, the brigade would stand up for her.

Shen Yan nodded. “Don’t worry.”

Li Yong was very optimistic about Shen Yan. Compared to that pretty-boy educated youth, Jiang Ling marrying Shen Yan was clearly better.

Everyone used to think Jiang Ling was obsessed with Zhou Qianming, chasing him like crazy. But in reality, that weak educated youth couldn’t even carry or lift anything—what was so good about him?

If choosing, it was better to choose a strong man like Shen Yan.

Jiang Ling glanced at Shen Yan. He was indeed strong—but unfortunately, there was a “problem” in that area.

Lu Zhijun and Gu Ye were already drunk and slumped over the table, half-asleep. Since there was no spare room in the Shen house, they would likely stay at the village secretary’s house.

Shen Yan had also drunk a bit; his face was flushed, and his dark eyes were slightly hazy.

But he was still clear-headed enough to arrange accommodation for his comrades.

Jiang Ling had been sent back to the new room to rest.

She looked around the room briefly. It was clean and tidy, clearly prepared in advance.

The washbasin, towels, and cabinet were all new, and even the bedding was bright red.

Jiang Ling quickly looked away and sat by the table.

On the table were neatly arranged military books and a notebook with worn edges. She didn’t open it—it was his private belongings.

Beside it was a sewing machine, newly bought, shiny and polished, with a red paper decoration attached.

Feeling a bit bored, she sat on the bed waiting for Shen Yan.

At that moment, there was a soft knock on the door.

She opened it and saw Shen Pingping smiling outside.

“Third sister-in-law, Third Brother asked me to tell you he’s sending his comrades to the village secretary’s house and will be back soon.”

Jiang Ling nodded. “Okay.”

Seeing that she was free, she pulled Shen Pingping inside and asked curiously, “Pingping, how did your third brother injure his leg?”

Shen Pingping thought for a moment and shook her head.

“I don’t know. He never told us. Mom asked him too, but he said it was a military secret.”

She quickly added, afraid Jiang Ling might look down on him, “Third sister-in-law, his leg will definitely get better soon! He works very hard—even with his injury, he can still earn ten work points a day!”

Jiang Ling said, “I know he’s impressive. I was just feeling sorry for him earlier.”

Hearing this, Shen Pingping felt relieved.

After she left, the room became quiet again.

Jiang Ling guessed Shen Yan wouldn’t return so soon and entered her space briefly.

She wanted to use spring water to bathe but was afraid Shen Yan would notice, so she only washed her face and watered the crops in her spiritual field.

After finishing, she came out and sat down on the bed, exhausted.

Just then, Shen Yan pushed the door open and entered.

Finally seeing him return, Jiang Ling suddenly felt a little nervous, sitting upright with bright eyes.

Under the dim yellow kerosene lamp, his wife sat obediently on the bed waiting for him—eyes bright, lips soft and slightly red, a faint smile still lingering on her face.

Shen Yan’s heart suddenly stirred. He swallowed and closed the door behind him.

Seeing his flushed face, Jiang Ling asked softly, “Did you drink a lot?”

“Not much. I just get flushed easily when I drink.”

Shen Yan walked over steadily and sat beside her, but his heartbeat was like thunder.

As soon as he sat down, Jiang Ling felt as if a large mountain was beside her—this man was really too strong.

“Are you tired?” His voice was deep and magnetic.

Feeling his faint scent of alcohol, Jiang Ling’s cheeks slightly warmed.

“I’m okay,” she replied.