Song Yan sent Chang Wenjing down the building, and upon returning, he saw his newlywed wife sitting next to the table, appearing somewhat dumbfounded.

After some thought, he turned and made his way to the room.

Li Qingran stared at the man's retreating figure, feeling somewhat stiff.

Could it be that he is angry?

After all, she was the one his parents had arranged for him to marry, who only caused troubles for him upon arriving, and seemed to have hindered his marriage alliance with that Tang Yizhi.

So, it seemed quite reasonable for him to be angry.

Li Qingran shifted her position and stood by the doorway.

"Um, Song Yan, how about we get a divorce?"

Song Yan, who was initially enthusiastic about retrieving something from his military bag, suddenly froze. He slid the item back into the bag in silence.

The long shadow cast by his eyelashes made him appear even more silent.

"You want a divorce?"

Li Qingran was startled.

Could it be that he doesn't want a divorce?

Must be a misunderstanding on her part, as Song Yan and the original owner had no feelings towards each other. He must be doing this out of pity for her, or embarrassment.

"Yes, I was originally the wife your parents forced upon you. I know it. It's understandable if you're not pleased with it."

Song Yan's tightly held fingers clenched a bit more, looking at the woman standing by the door frame, her thin body looking a bit nervous.

"Do you really want a divorce?"

"Yes, I don't want to interfere with your future career. You should rest first. Tomorrow, I'll go with you to explain the situation to the Political Commissar. Don't worry, I'll tell him it's due to my reasons."

Song Yan bowed his head, watching the clean and neat figure of the young woman, seemingly contemplating something.

Li Qingran let out a tense sigh, going back to the room next door.

She was scared that she exposed her 'true self' just then; Song Yan's captivating hawk eyes seemed as if they could see through people.

When he lifted his eyes just moments ago, Li Qingran felt as if her soul was about to be laid bare.

If she continued to stay by his side and he found out she had a different 'soul', what would happen then?

However, it is a bit of a pity - Song Yan's appealing looks plus the solid muscles visible under his shirt earlier...

Li Qingran sighed again.

Even though she was a Best Actress in her previous life, she was genuinely innocent, and hadn't even dated anyone before. It wasn't that she didn't want to; the entertainment industry was just too complicated. Coupled with the fact that most guys around her were either overly attached or consumed protein powder to maintain their fake muscles, there wasn't a man who could stir her hormones like Song Yan did.

Those men were only after her because they found her appealing and wanted to sleep with her.

"Am I beautiful?"

"I wonder how the original host looks like?"

Li Qingran hurriedly took the mirror on the table and looked into it.

At that moment,

Li Qingran was completely stunned.

Was this person in the mirror herself? The one who ruled the entertainment circle with her beauty.

"No, I have to look again."

She took a deep breath and raised the mirror.

"Put it down!"

"Ahh!"

The skin was ridiculously dark, with some reddening and dryness.

As for the hair, it was less smooth than straw.

In short, she was somewhat ugly.

The only thing that she felt was okay were the facial features of the original host, which looked not too bad. But even the good face could hardly tolerate the darkness.

She thought about her original fair skin, plump buttocks, slim waist, and the proud bosom she had painstakingly nurtured.

Looking at her current body, hmm, it's quite flat now.

Sob Sob Sob.

Li Qingran is on the verge of tears, her tears falling down, clang clang, hitting her wrist.

The houses in this era have poor sound insulation, so Song Yan, who was on the side, had already heard Li Qingran's sobs.

Did she seem to be crying?

Crying because she didn't want to divorce him?

Or was she scared of him?

He had previously heard from his comrade's wife's letter that she was timid and usually didn't go out.

Thinking of this, Song Yan put the clothes he had taken out previously back into his bag.

He might as well stay in the dormitory and squeeze in with the other soldiers for a while.

As Li Qingran was crying, she heard the sound of a door closing.

She hurriedly came out.

Why did this man take his luggage again?

Was he really in such a hurry to get a divorce?

Biting her lip, she became even more furious in her heart.

A feeling of frustration built up in her heart.

"That jerk! Once I get divorced, I'll find myself seven or eight strong, handsome men!"

Outside the door stood Song Yan, contemplating on whether to turn back and say something to Li Qingran.

Should he open this door?

Was she referring to him as a "jerk"?

And she was planning to find seven or eight men?

That certainly didn't seem to fit with the timid personality she was known for.

Song Yan fell silent.

Picking up his bag, he sat downstairs.

At that moment, Li Qingran, still in the heat of anger, kicked towards the door of Song Yan's room.

With a loud "bang-", the door swung back at Li Qingran.

As she fell unconscious, a thought crossed Lu Qingran's mind; was she about to die so soon after arriving?

As blood trickled from her forehead to her neck.

A tattoo resembling a magnolia petal on her collarbone began to shine with a white light.

"It's getting brighter and brighter!"

In a daze, Li Qingran feels like she has arrived at a foggy place, warm and cozy.

It seems to be a small courtyard.

There are quite a few trees planted in the yard.

Looking at the ground, there are also many herbs.

There's a well by the herb field.

Why does this scene look just like her ancestral home?

Li Qingran was about to ponder something.

Suddenly, a sharp pain hits.

"Hiss..."

Li Qingran opens her eyes and sees Song Yan's shockingly handsome face.

"You, I..."

"Your head was hit by a door. I had a doctor bandage it for you, don't move."

Li Qingran, looking at the man's talking mouth, the sexy throat knot sliding up and down, can't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"Weren't you supposed to have left?"

Song Yan, wringing a towel, turned around awkwardly.

He lowered his head towards Li Qingran, saluting her military-style and then bending his body.

"I'm sorry, Comrade Li. I didn't give you a heads-up," he apologized.

Li Qingran was left puzzled. "? ???"

Seeing the apologetic man in front of her, her grudge unknowingly dissipated.

She finds this man endearing.

She somewhat wants him, what should she do?

As Song Yan, holding a basin, went out, Li Qingran lay on the bed. It seemed like she had seen her ancestral home when she fainted just now.

A warmth surged in her heart.

Could it be that she, like other transmigrators, also possessed a space?

She hurriedly ran towards the bathroom and shut the door.

In her heart, she chanted silently.

"Space, enter."

With a 'whoosh', Li Qingran took in the sight before her, as she harshly pinched her own face.

"Hiss - that hurts!"

"Get out!" Looking at the familiar washroom.

After going in and out twice, Li Qingran finally confirmed that she really did have a space!

Suppressing a scream of excitement, like a giddy chick.

"Comrade Li?"

Li Qingran composed her emotions, turned around with a weak expression, and listlessly opened the door.

Slowly shuffling over to the bed.

"Comrade Li, do you want me to feed you?"

Li Qingran originally wanted to refuse, but seeing Song Yan's slender, well-defined fingers, her heart trembled.

She is still his wife right now, so this isn't too much, is it?

Say no more, the man is gorgeous, the soup tastes even better!