Married the General, Made Ten Babies
[70s Era + Space + Military Marriage + Stockpiling Supplies + Medical Skills]
As Lydia Clark took her last breath, her mother-in-law's curses still rang in her ears: "A barren hen, even stealing medicine for your paralyzed father-in-law!"
For three years after marrying into the Cui family, she had cared for her bedridden father-in-law, endured her sister-in-law's constant harassment, and weathered the veiled insults from her brother-in-law and his wife.
Yet her husband had eyes only for his fallen comrade's widow—pocketing the money Lydia earned, he ran off to join the military with his "white moonlight," leaving her to clean up the mess.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back on the eve of her family's forced relocation to the Great Northern Wilderness.
This time, the path ahead was clear: either remain the Cui family's blood bank, drained to the last drop,
or follow her former fiancé—who had always secretly loved her—into the countryside!
Without hesitation, Lydia chose the second option. But fate had a twist in store: she accidentally awakened a spatial storage system!
Under cover of night, she emptied the scumbag's entire household and slipped away before dawn. Standing before the youngest regimental commander in the military district, she declared, "I'll go with you."
In the Great Northern Wilderness, she used her spatial supplies to improve their lives while treating fellow educated youth and villagers, building a vibrant new existence.
And at last, she fulfilled the regret of her past life—marrying that very regimental commander.
Later, her ex-husband came crawling back, his "white moonlight" having vanished with all his money.
Seeing Lydia in a brand-new padded coat, standing beside her tall, distinguished officer, he dropped to his knees with a thud. "Wife, I was wrong. Come back with me!"
Cradling the hot-water bottle her husband had just bought her, Lydia gave him a cool glance. "Comrade, my husband is right here. Mind your words."
As he watched their retreating figures, arm in arm, it finally dawned on him—the treasure he had lost.
But Lydia Clark had long since stopped looking back.
Marriage