"Deputy Commander Shen, you have to give us an explanation! Your wife! Not only does she not sleep at night, but she also pretended to be a ghost in the yard, scaring my daughter into a faint!"
As soon as Xue Qingqing woke up, she heard the voice of a woman outside the door.
What's happening?
Before she could make sense of the situation, memories that didn't belong to her started flooding her mind. This realization caused her to scream in fright.
She actually traveled through time!
From a modern baking master, she found herself in the body of a married woman from the 80s.
Being married was okay, but looking at her own unkempt appearance and the dirty room around her, was this how people lived?
Upon looking at her greasy and dirty outfit, it not only reeked of sweat and acidity but also gave off a disgusting smell...
As someone with severe mysophobia, why would the heavens punish her like this?
Xue Qingqing almost passed out then and there.
But while Xue Qingqing was still digesting the fact that she had time-traveled, a cold, icy and deep voice suddenly came from outside the door. The voice brought with it a trace of anger and a unique masculinity.
"Xue Qingqing! Open the door for me!"
According to the original host's memory, the man who spoke was her current husband, Shen Yunyun, the deputy commander of the eastern military area.
The relationship between the original host and her husband was not good. She disliked his always stern expression. Shen Yunyun also did not like to return to the dormitory. The couple was strained, but due to the difficulty of a military divorce, they continued to irritate each other, hoping to anger Shen Yunyun into filing for a divorce.
Xue Qingqing looked down at herself, her messy clothes, hair like a bird's nest, and the indescribable dorm room.
What's the difference between her opening the door now and committing social suicide on the spot?
Xue Qingqing was in a state of total chaos, seeming quite at a loss.
Just as she was hesitating whether or not to open the door, a man's low and commanding voice came from the outside.
"Xue Qingqing, I am calling once more, open this door immediately, if you do not open the door I am going to kick it down."
Just by the sound of his voice, she could tell that Shen Yunyun was truly angry. Although Shen Yunyun is just a vice-camp leader in the military area, according to the memory of the original owner, his physical fitness metrics are at the level of special forces. If he was truly to kick the door, it would definitely be destroyed.
Xue Qingqing was really left with no choice, even though she currently looked disheveled, it was still better than having Shen Yunyun tear her door down with a kick.
She quickly pulled together a smile, and swiftly opened the door.
In order to preserve a shred of her dignity, she deliberately stood at the entrance, not allowing those outside to see the state of the room.
In her view, was a face meticulously carved by a divine craftsman, with oblique eyebrows, long and deep eyes, a nose like a hanging gallbladder, distinctive features, and a well-defined contour. From any angle, it was 360 degrees of handsomeness.
Of course, the most important thing is his upright and righteous aura. Wearing a green military uniform, his approximately 1.8m tall height is accentuated, making him appear even more upright and slender.
With wide shoulders and a narrow waist, straight legs, and that muscular and strong chest, which faintly reveals the outline of his muscles, it simply gives a sense of unbeatable security.
Isn't this the perfect military officer husband, tailor-made for her?
What was the original owner thinking? With such an outstanding husband, instead of living properly, why create trouble all the time?
"You finally deign to open the door? What good deeds did you do last night? You are an adult in your twenties! Instead of sleeping at night, you go out to scare children, what is going on in your head?"
Shen Yunyun's gaze locked sharply onto Xue Qingqing's face, his voice icily sharp as if it's laced with ice shards.
The oppressive and invading gaze made Xue Qingqing feel a mixture of guilt and uneasiness.
"Ghost-scaring in the dead of night, the original host sure was a talent," she mused.
"That's exactly right! I mean, Comrade Xue, if you've got any issues with your spouse, Battalion Commander Shen, you should've just spoken about it at home! Your personal grievances shouldn't become a midnight joke at the expense of the children in our compound. You don't sleep late into the night, you wander outside in a white robe, face painted with thick makeup! You scared my child into convulsions! We had to stay over at the hospital throughout the night!"
A woman dressed in a flowery skirt suddenly turned her angry face towards Xue Qingqing, bombarding her with accusations.
"When the doctors asked us why on earth our child had such a high fever, we didn't have the guts to say it was because of the fright given by you! If this gets out, it's going to be the death by laughter! The more this woman talked, the more aggrieved she looked, her eyes filled with disdain and scorn as she looked at Xue Qingqing.
She really couldn't understand. Battalion Commander Shen was a handsome and capable man. At a young age, he had been promoted to the position of deputy battalion commander, and his future prospects were limitless! Yet, he had married such a troublemaker.
This woman never lives a peaceful life -- always causing havoc and behaving recklessly.
How could Battalion Commander Shen put up with it all? Even with a door between them, she could smell the stale odor coming out of the house.
"Alright, let's stop bickering. Battalion Commander Shen will surely discipline and criticize her. Let's get back," a young man in military uniform advised.
Shen Yunyun felt as if he had lost all his face at this moment.
He looked at Xue Qingqing with a gloomy face and said in a cold voice, "Xue Qingqing, let's divorce."