The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s-Chapter 143 - 118

Her life is so miserable!

Zhou Yuwei truly felt hatred, hating that the heavens were blind. She had given so much to Mo Junhua, yet that woman hadn’t done anything for him. Why should she effortlessly reap the benefits and enjoy Mo Junhua’s care and protection?

Below the Military Building, on the playground, numerous Military Wives with their kids were playing. They had heard that Camp Commander Mo had taken a wife, and they specifically waited here, wanting to see what kind of wife Camp Commander Mo had married.

In the clinic, Nurse Zhou’s affection for Camp Commander Mo was well known. People saw Nurse Zhou often coming to find him, bringing candies, handing them to the kids in the big building, and showing a shy delicate smile when she saw the Military Wives. The Military Wives in the Military Building had quite a good impression of her.

Nurse Zhou was beautiful, fair and clean, educated, and from the city, while Camp Commander Mo came from the countryside. In this lifetime, he could at most be a battalion commander. Nurse Zhou put aside her pride to come find him. The Military Wives always thought that Camp Commander Mo would sooner or later fall for Nurse Zhou’s tender care and become wrapped around her finger, living a sweet life together.

Unexpectedly, he returned to the countryside and married a rural wife.

The Military Wives were puzzled about what Camp Commander Mo was thinking—ignoring such a beautiful woman and marrying a dark-skinned girl who toiled in the fields of the countryside. Had his brain been caught in a door?

Here they were, curious, specially waiting downstairs. They weren’t soldiers under Camp Commander Mo’s command and weren’t familiar with him, so they didn’t dare crowd around him, only watching from a distance.

Besides, Camp Commander Mo usually kept a serious demeanor, his face cold and authoritative, appearing very imposing. Approaching him even slightly felt intimidating, and the Military Wives dared not move forward.

The kids playing on the playground saw a car stop downstairs. They didn’t have the adults’ complex thoughts, and with a scream, they ran over to touch it here and there. The braver ones even climbed atop the car.

Seeing a stranger coming from the car, they gathered around Lan Tian curiously. Lan Tian always had a soft spot for children. She smiled and took out candies that Auntie had prepared at home, grabbing a big handful for each of them. The older, sensible children thanked her, calling her Auntie Lan Tian, while the younger ones followed in thanks, also calling her Auntie.

Having received candies, the kids scattered with laughter.

The Military Wives, leading their own kids, came over with awkward expressions, "Big sister, I hope we didn’t scare you. This kid is wild, he ran over here when I wasn’t looking for a moment, sorry!"

An acquaintance!

Lan Tian smiled, "Not at all, the child is good!"

The praises made the Military Wives quite embarrassed, and they awkwardly greeted Mo Junhua, "Camp Commander Mo is back."

Mo Junhua initially wanted to take Lan Tian upstairs. Glancing at these Military Wives, he said, "Sisters, this is my wife. She just came to the troops, and life here is different from home. She is still not used to many things. As you know, soldiers spend most of their time in training and often are not at home. Please keep an eye on her as much as you can."

"Camp Commander Mo saying this seems like an outsider talking. The troops are one big family, and we Military Wives are part of this big family. We are all one family, no need for distance, let’s be close and affectionate. With big sister in the troops, who could bully her? Don’t worry!"

"Thank you, sisters. We’ll head up then." Leading Lan Tian, they went upstairs.

Downstairs, the Military Wives watched the two go up, discussing among themselves.

"Camp Commander Mo’s wife is really beautiful, as beautiful as a fairy. Where does she look like she’s from the countryside? She matches Camp Commander Mo well, the man handsome, and the woman beautiful."

"That’s right, you see how white and tender she is, her skin so soft you could pinch water out of it, her hands so white, just like a young lady of wealth. Some women were saying Camp Commander Mo was foolish, dismissing Nurse Zhou to marry a countryside girl. What’s wrong with countryside people? They’re whiter than city folks. If I were Camp Commander Mo, I’d surely marry such a beautiful girl too," she said, glancing over to the Military Wives from the city.

"What’s the use of looking beautiful? She’s so young, just like a child, obviously someone who needs pampering. Nurse Zhou is different; not only is she beautiful, but she is also educated and has worked as a nurse at the Military District Hospital. You know the Military District Hospital, right? It’s where high-ranking officials are treated. A bunch of unsophisticates, hmph."

The Military Wives from the city and those from the countryside had started their frequent verbal sparring once again. Downstairs, the children also split into factions, glaring at each other, eyes wide with hostility.

The apartment is still on the third floor and remains a two-bedroom, one-living room setup.

A large red "double happiness" character is pasted on the door. Mo Junhua pulls out the keys to unlock it, and the furnishings inside have greatly changed from his previous life; standing at the door, one could tell the place had recently been renovated—the walls freshly painted white.

Lan Tian steps in. There is a shoe cabinet by the door with several pairs of shoes on it— a pair of men’s military boots, a pair of men’s slippers, and a pair of women’s slippers. Inside lies the living room, and on the wall behind it are portraits of military chiefs, with the portrait of the national leader taking the central spot.

Mo Junhua takes the pair of women’s slippers from the rack and hands them to Lan Tian. "When I returned from Shanghai the other day, I saw these being sold on the street. I thought the design was decent, so I bought a pair for each of us. Try them and see if they fit. If not, we can exchange them next time I go to Shanghai. That elderly lady said she buys her shoes there all the time and can exchange them whenever."

Lan Tian takes the shoes, glances at the pair Mo Junhua is wearing—indeed, they are the same design. Without a word, she changes into the slippers, places her sandals on the rack, and walks further inside.

The living room is set up exactly like Lan Tian’s room in the village: a square wooden table in the center with four wooden chairs with backrests under it. Next to it is a small coffee table, surrounded by several stools. Opposite it stands a TV cabinet with a brand new television on it, and next to it, a radio.

The windows in the living room are opened, letting in bright light and the summer breeze, making the sky-blue curtains flutter.

Lan Tian squints her eyes; indeed, it is different from her past life. The curtains are in her favored sky-blue, not the pink Zhou Yuwei liked. There is no vase on the table filled with lilies which Zhou Yuwei favored. There’s an additional set of a small coffee table in the room, and hanging on the wall isn’t Zhou Yuwei’s portrait, but the chiefs’.

"Let me know if there’s anything else needed here. I can make adjustments," Mo Junhua says, watching Lan Tian exploring around with a calm face, though feeling slightly nervous inside. He wasn’t as attentive to details as a girl would be when it comes to arranging a house.

Lan Tian nods, "Of course, I’ll add whatever is lacking. After all, this is my home. I’ll be living here for a considerable time."

This lifts Mo Junhua’s spirits, and he smiles slightly, "Alright. The bedroom is over there, and this side is the study, where I’ve prepared a long table, perfect for calligraphy. The kitchen and bathroom are over there. Take your time; I’ll go make some hot water."

Mo Junhua outlines the general room arrangement then heads to the kitchen to heat water for Lan Tian to bathe.

After inspecting the living room, Lan Tian moves to the study, pushes open the door, and sees two desks inside. One is longer, reaching up to her waist, and another slightly taller with several military books likely read by Mo Junhua on it. Behind the desks are bookcases; one is filled with various kinds of books, including some from foreign countries.

The other bookcase is somewhat disorderly, with famous domestic classics, poetry collections, and many medical texts involving both Chinese and Western medicine—probably gathered by Mo Junhua for her.

Over the years, Mo Junhua has indeed been working relentlessly. Looking at the books in the bookcase, one can see his efforts; no wonder he climbed up the ranks to a high position later on.

They say a person’s success is one part talent and nine parts effort. It seems it’s true.

Lan Tian takes out the Four Treasures of the Study from her Sleeve Universe and arranges them on the table. After scanning the study, she smiles and walks out.

Things are indeed different now. In her previous life, she never entered Mo Junhua’s study, but in this life, she has her own desk in his room.

Time changes, things are no longer the same; after reincarnating, she now has a different life. As they say in the future, has this villainess turned her fate around?

In the bedroom, two giant red "double happiness" characters adorn the wall, beneath which their joint portrait hangs, enlarged to about a foot in size, framed, and mounted on the wall. In the photograph, the man appears stern while the woman looks glamorous—quite a matched pair, displaying both beauty and talent.

Lan Tian raises an eyebrow; he acts quickly.

Below the frame is a large bed, covered in the commonly used military-green sheets, folded neatly like blocks of tofu, placed at the head of the bed. On the left side of the head is a dressing table, and next to it stands a large wardrobe filled with neatly arranged military uniforms for summer.

Lan Tian goes over, puts her clothes skirts in the wardrobe, lights some sandalwood in the room, and lies on the bed to catch up on sleep. While waiting for Mo Junhua to finish heating the water, Lan Tian sleeps sweetly; her exhaustion and pale face make Mo Junhua reluctant to wake her, so he simply takes off his shoes and joins her in sleep.

What kind of weapon has been crafted to exhaust someone this much?

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