80 village women marry military officers; it was supposed to be a fake marriage.

Chang Jingxiang took Lin Yue to a guesthouse. The receptionist asked to see his work ID. Chang Jingxiang took out his own ID and then took out the clothing factory's employment certificate from Lin Yue's bag.

When comparing the photos, the receptionist saw the girl's aggrieved look and realized she clearly didn't want to stay at the hotel with this man, so she immediately became more vigilant.

"Lady, do you know this man?"

Lin Yue glanced at Chang Jingxiang, and thinking of how he had forcibly kissed her earlier, she suddenly felt wronged again. She sniffed and nodded gently.

Seeing this, the receptionist suspected coercion. "Miss, don't be afraid. If you encounter any difficulties, just tell me. The police station is not far from here, and the police will be here soon."

"She is my wife."

Even if she's your wife, you can't force her. You can't force her if she doesn't want to. This is a society governed by law, so you can't do whatever you want.

Chang Jingxiang stood there helplessly. The receptionist assumed she had tacitly agreed and called over her colleague in the break room, "Xiao Zhang, come out here for a moment. Keep an eye on things while I go to the police station."

The female colleague rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked groggily, "What's wrong, Sister Liu?"

"This woman is in a bit of trouble and needs help."

"Sister, you've misunderstood. He really is my husband, and he didn't force me. I was just throwing a tantrum."

"Why didn't you say so sooner, young lady? I thought he was a bad guy. I'm sorry, comrade, I misunderstood you."

"Little girl, don't throw tantrums all the time. Live your life properly."

The receptionist readily processed their check-in, though their work IDs were to be left with the receptionist as a precaution.

"Second floor, room 207. Do not smoke or make loud noise in the room."

"Thank you." After taking the keys, Chang Jingxiang took Lin Yue's hand again, as if afraid she would run away.

There were two single beds in the room, and a small table between them with a few sheets of paper and a pen on it.

Chang Jingxiang rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing half of his white and muscular arm, with some protruding veins visible. "I'll go get some water to wash your face."

Lin Yue watched the man carry the basin out. His broad shoulders contrasted sharply with the small, narrow doorway. The door was so small that he had to turn sideways to get out.

This man is not only good-looking, but also has a great physique, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. It's normal that other women like him.

Moreover, he is not chauvinistic at all, does not lose his temper for no reason, and respects women very much. He is a perfect man.

It was my own greed that led me to want him to belong to me alone, so I unknowingly lost my sense of proportion and am now throwing a tantrum at him.

Seeing how well-matched Su Qingya and he were, he felt uncomfortable. Looking at himself, he realized he had no culture, no knowledge, no skills, no family, and no background. He was inferior to Su Qingya in every way. Besides feeling uncomfortable, he also wanted to escape.

So she came to town and became a factory worker in a clothing factory, slowly adapting to life without him by her side. She thought that when he divorced her, she wouldn't feel so bad.

As I thought about it, tears welled up in my eyes again.

"Why are you crying again? Did I hurt you? Where does it hurt? Let me see." Chang Jingxiang put the basin of water on the table, came over and took Lin Yue's hand.

Lin Yue dodged his hand and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. "No, you didn't hurt me. I just got sand in my eyes."

Chang Jingxiang's hand froze in mid-air.

"You don't need to worry about me. I'll be able to move into the factory dormitory tomorrow. It's very safe there. You should go home early. It's not good to leave Miss Su alone at home."

Are you trying to kick me out?

Lin Yue turned her face away from him, "You don't need to feel burdened. I really like that garment factory and I'm happy to work there."

"Now that I can support myself, you don't need to worry about me anymore. Go back to the capital with Miss Su."

Lin Yue held back her tears and took a deep breath. "Once you've filed for divorce with the military and completed the formalities, send it back to me for me to sign."

Chang Jingxiang didn't say anything, and Lin Yue didn't dare to look at him, afraid that she would soften her heart again.

"Fine, since you're so eager for a divorce, I'll grant your wish. You don't need to go back to Beijing; I'll submit the report as soon as I get back to the team tomorrow."

"Great, that's more convenient. It won't take so long, and you can leave without any worries."

The divorce was settled, and Lin Yue thought she would be happy, but she didn't expect that her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, and it hurt terribly.

They divorced in their previous life, but not now. This time it happened much earlier. Perhaps it was God's way of letting Chang Jingxiang go and live his own life.

He will be reinstated to his original position when he returns to Jingkou, and will be a highly respected military officer. After he and Su Qingya get married, they will live a harmonious and loving life together, and they will surely be very happy.

As she thought about it, tears streamed down her face. Afraid of waking Chang Jingxiang, she kept biting her hand.

She was so focused on crying that she didn't notice that Chang Jingxiang wasn't asleep at all. He kept staring at her back, and when he saw her body twitching and she was sobbing softly.

Chang Jingxiang was worried, so he couldn't help but get up and go to her bedside.

Lin Yue was rather thin, and at this moment, afraid of waking Chang Jingxiang, she huddled against the wall, leaving most of the bed empty.

Chang Jingxiang lay down directly and hugged Lin Yue tightly from behind. "What's wrong, Xiaoyue? Did you have a nightmare? Don't be afraid, I'm here. I'll hold you while you sleep."

Lin Yue was heartbroken at this point, and Chang Jingxiang's hug caused her hard-won mental defenses to crumble again.

She turned around and hugged Chang Jingxiang, burying her face in her chest and crying uncontrollably. This was the last time she would hug Chang Jingxiang; she would never have that right again.

"Waaah..." The little woman in his arms felt heartbroken, and Chang Jingxiang could only gently pat her back.

He comforted her gently, "Sweetie, don't cry. It's all my fault. I was mean to you. You can do whatever you want. I'll agree to anything, okay? Don't cry. You'll hurt yourself."

What a gentle man! His voice seemed to have magic, gradually calming Lin Yue's emotions, though she was still sobbing softly.

Later, after crying myself to exhaustion, I felt a little dizzy and couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Thinking she was dreaming, she cupped Chang Jingxiang's face and kissed him, saying in a hoarse voice, "Husband, can we not get a divorce? Can you only be good to me for the rest of your life?"

After saying that, she fell asleep, but she didn't forget to snuggle into Chang Jingxiang's arms again.

Chang Jingxiang kissed the top of her head, his voice deep and firm, "Okay."