Marriage in the 1970s: The Political Commissar's Contract Wife

In her past life, until her divorce from Fang Chu, Fang Chu never returned to their home in Kyoto. It was as if he deliberately avoided all places and news related to Zhi Xia.

This gave rise to a twisted sense of pleasure and doubt in Shen Xing's past life during countless lonely nights.

The good thing is that Fang Chu clearly still has feelings for the "aunt" he can't have, which may be one of the reasons for her unhappy marriage, but at least Shen Xing is the one who legally owns him.

What's puzzling is why the Fang family treats Zhixia so specially? Is it merely because of the old man's favoritism? And where does that favoritism come from?

And in this life...

Shen Xing turned over, and the cold bedding made her shiver.

Everything in this life has fallen into chaos.

Instead of going to Kyoto after the college entrance examination, Zhi Xia arrived at the military family compound early and even ended up getting involved with Fang Chu by a twist of fate. She is now pregnant.

Fang Chu not only married her, but his elder brother said that Fang Chu also cherished her very much.

Why?

Shen Xing frowned in the darkness.

Why didn't Zhi Xia choose her childhood sweetheart in this life?

Why did she agree to marry Fang Chu? Based on her vague understanding of Zhi Xia's past life, she shouldn't be a woman who would easily succumb to fate or power.

Where did things go wrong?

Is it the butterfly effect caused by her rebirth?

Or perhaps, in an earlier time and space that she was unaware of, something had quietly changed?

Shen Xing had no answer in her heart, only a sense of disorientation as if her fate had gone astray and a vague unease.

She originally thought that, given a second chance at life, as long as she avoided Fang Chu and seized the opportunity of the college entrance examination, she could completely reverse her fate. But now it seems that the loom of destiny has been disrupted by an invisible hand, weaving a pattern completely different from her previous life.

Will Fang Chu and Zhi Xia be happy in this life?

The thought flashed through her mind inexplicably, carrying with it a complex emotion that she herself was unaware of—a grudge from a past life, a confusion about this life, and perhaps, a touch of cold, indifferent curiosity.

She shook her head, suppressing her chaotic emotions.

In any case, that has nothing to do with her anymore.

In this life, she has only one path—the upcoming college entrance examination paper.

However, before drifting off to sleep, her last vague thought was: Will Grandpa Fang... still love Zhixia as much as he did in the previous life? What would his reaction be if he knew that Fang Chu had married Zhixia?

The night grew deeper, burying all past events and present uncertainties in the silent darkness.

Shen Xing closed her eyes, banishing the last trace of regret about her past life and distracting thoughts about this life.

In any case, that's someone else's story.

Her story must be rewritten by herself, with pen and paper.

However, before falling into a deep sleep, a cold, premonition from a reborn person flashed through his mind:

Fang Chu, you'd better hold on tight this time.

Don't let it be like in your past life, where you could only watch from afar.

After all... who can say for sure that fate won't play another trick on us?

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, Wang Chun was going back to her hometown. She packed a small bundle, her face beaming with a mixture of excitement about returning home and a touch of pride at "returning in glory."

"Xiaxia, I'll go back for a few days and then come right back!" Wang Chun held Zhixia's hand, her eyes sparkling. "I have to show off! Let the relatives see that I can earn my own money now and don't have to ask my brother and sister-in-law for money anymore!"

Zhi Xia was amused by her, but still couldn't help but remind her: "Be careful on the road, and don't just show off at home, help your parents with some chores."

"Okay!" Wang Chun nodded vigorously, then leaned closer mysteriously and whispered, "By the way, sometimes you can find wild Ganoderma lucidum in the mountains back in my hometown! I'll bring you some when I come back! It's a really good thing, the best for nourishing the body!"

Upon hearing this, Zhixia immediately shook her head: "That stuff is so precious! And so hard to find. I heard it grows in remote, dangerous places deep in the mountains and forests. How can you bring it back for me? You absolutely mustn't risk it!"

Wang Chun patted his chest, adopting a "leave it to me" attitude: "Oh, don't worry about it! I have connections! I can't get the big, good ones, but I can definitely find some of the smaller, younger ones! Don't fret about me, just focus on taking care of yourself!"

Zhi Xia was still worried, so she grabbed her arm and said seriously, "Xiao Chun, listen to me, don't be foolish enough to go into the mountains alone! It's too dangerous! You're a young lady, what if something happens to you..."

"Don't worry, my dear Xiaxia!" Wang Chun gripped her hand tightly, his tone becoming serious. "I value my life much more than you do! I know what I'm doing and won't do anything reckless. Just stay home and wait for me. I'll bring you some nice things when I get back! Before I return, you're not allowed to go with Political Commissar Fang, understand?"

Zhi Xia felt a warmth in her heart and nodded: "Yes, Fang Chu said we will not set off for Kyoto until after the Lantern Festival."

Wang Chun was finally relieved and broke into a big smile: "That's good! I'll definitely be back before the Lantern Festival! I even want to see you off!"

The two good friends had a long private conversation, and Wang Chuncai, with Zhixia and Chao Huaihua watching him go, embarked on his journey home.

Zhixia touched her belly, silently hoping that Wang Chun would have a safe journey, and also looking forward to her friend's return, which would bring her not only the Ganoderma lucidum from the mountains, but also that heavy, pure friendship.

During the Spring Festival holiday, there wasn't much to do at the military base, so Fang Chu spent almost all his time at home. He spent his days with Zhi Xia, and at night... he began to push his luck.

Ever since that intimate encounter on New Year's Eve when both of them were sober, Fang Chu, having tasted the sweetness of it, would shamelessly snuggle into Zhi Xia's bed every night, begging her for "help".

Zhi Xia was initially both ashamed and annoyed, but she couldn't resist his clingy and pitiful pleas (mostly feigned), and since she wasn't entirely unmoved, she reluctantly complied with him a few times.

However, after several days, Zhixia, being a double woman, was prone to fatigue. On the night of the fifth day, she was truly exhausted and felt a vague, indescribable soreness in her waist and abdomen.

When Fang Chu finished washing up and crawled into bed, still warm from his bath, his hands and feet began to fidget. Zhi Xia felt a surge of irritation and pushed him away forcefully.

"Stop messing around! Not today, I'm tired."

"Qingqing, just once, I'll be gentle..." Fang Chu coaxed in a low voice, his breath hot against her ear, his hand already inside her pajamas.

"I said no!" Zhi Xia's temper flared up too. The mood swings brought on by pregnancy made her more irritable than usual. She sat up abruptly, grabbed the blanket, and planned to sleep on the outside, letting Fang Chu sleep on the inside. "You'll sleep with your own blanket tonight!"