Reborn 60s, Spiritual Spring & Three Kids
[Military Marriage + Transmigration into a Book + Pocket Space + Face-Slapping Scum + Sweet Pampering with Adorable Kids]
Josephine Sullivan—once dazzling and fearless—had died in her last life shielding others, fighting a gangster to mutual destruction.
When she opened her eyes again, she had slipped into a period novel and become the notorious Shanghai capitalist heiress
a cannon-fodder girl manipulated by her scumbag father, vicious stepmother, and scheming stepsister, ending in utter misery.
The original owner had been blind and stupid, despising her fiancé—the taciturn, iron-willed officer Benedict Hawthorne—as crude and unromantic, desperate to break the engagement.
After her stepsister’s instigation, she’d drugged Benedict in a muddled attempt to force him to call it off.
Instead, she turned herself into the laughingstock of the city; the next morning Benedict annulled the match.
Worse, her father sold her to a lecherous old man for cash. Ten years of torment later she died wretchedly,
while her father and stepmother fled to Hong Kong with the Sullivan family’s century-old fortune, living in luxury.
The instant Josephine transmigrated, she accidentally spent the night with Benedict, who had just returned from a mission.
Looking at the tall, long-legged officer with chiseled features and explosive stamina, and recalling the original’s tragic end, Josephine’s eyes iced over: this life, no one would control her!
When the scum trio tried again to provoke her and force her to break the engagement for money,
Josephine struck back ruthlessly: she packed the three ingrates off to the Great Northwest for re-education, sneering as they left, “Since you love scheming so much, go reflect in the wilderness—taste what real displacement feels like!”
With the pests gone, Josephine unexpectedly activated her personal space—stocked with ration tickets, supplies, money, and a spirit spring that nourished everything.
Later, rumors spread that Benedict had been injured on a mission and would never father children.
Josephine showed up at his door cradling three exquisite, jade-carved toddlers, eyes curved in a smile. “Sweethearts, say hello to Daddy!”
Benedict stared at the three mini-mes in his arms, then at the radiant Josephine; the hardened soldier’s heart melted on the spot.
From then on, the training ground took on a new look—
Under the blazing Morrison, Benedict drilled the three little ones in standing at attention.
The kids stood ramrod straight, tiny faces flushed, pouting and muttering:
“Daddy’s so gentle with Mommy but so strict with us!”
“Yeah! He’s scared Mommy will get mad and make him sleep in the study!”
“Daddy’s lame—we’re not scared of Mommy at all!”
Benedict’s face darkened. “Attention! No talking!”
The three little soldiers snapped upright, pretending obedience while secretly making faces at each other.
In their milk-soft hearts they grumbled: Daddy’s mean, we don’t like him—we love our gentle, awesome Mommy best!
Marriage
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