In 1985, everywhere was chanting the praises of socialism with Chinese characteristics, which brought about reform and opening-up. The faces of the common people were naive and self-sufficient, their lives more promising than in the past.
In Flower County's Huangtian Village, the Qi family was bustling with extraordinary excitement. The fragrance of wine wafted through the air, and there wasn't a single empty seat. Old Man Qi, as the head of the household, wore a beaming smile as he went around toasting; when he occasionally heard some bawdy jokes, he would just give a hearty laugh and not take offense.
Because today was the auspicious day when his eldest son, Taiguo, was getting married.
As the evening deepened, the Qi household gradually returned to calm, falling into silence.
In a room adorned with celebratory red, Cheng Su was jolted awake by an intense, tearing pain, but then she froze.
In front of her was a close-up view of a square face, firm and serious with sweat on the forehead, a dark complexion tinged with red, furrowed brows, and slightly thick lips pursed as if enduring some great pain.
Cheng Su stared blankly, her eyes locking with his. Her pupils contracted and then dilated, suddenly feeling that something was amiss.
Her body stiff, she moved slightly only to feel an unfamiliar sensation lower on her body. It was like someone had plucked the strings in her mind, sending a buzzing noise, and all the blood in her veins rushed to her head.
Stimulation, ah, she, she had actually had an erotic dream?
The man before her exuded a tough and authoritative air, not the type of youthful idol, but rather a hard, rugged man of iron—the kind of man she admired.
But who was he? How did he end up in her dream? Even if this was an erotic dream, wasn't she not supposed to see the person's face? Especially not such a stranger.
"Cheng Su, can't you relax a little?" The man squeezed out the words through clenched teeth and moved slightly; sweat dripped from him, landing on her chest.
Cheng Su, however, widened her eyes. This feeling...
So vivid and clear, it wasn't a dream!
Not a dream!
If it wasn't a dream, then that meant...

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