Gui Mushuang

Once Gu Qingjiu, she was fortunate enough to be born in the “best” family, ended up having a miserable and unjust life. 
Reliving her life once more, Gu Qingjiu chooses to enlist in the military and bear the toughest hardships she has ever faced. Everyone says that she's the least possible person to join the special forces. However, she manages to prove all of them wrong. 
Good-for-nothing? Who's the good-for-nothing? Is she a good-for-nothing when she can throw all of them onto the floor in a fight? Is she a good-for-nothing when she has results better than everyone else? She’ll prove all of them wrong.
Enter Helian Niancheng, the well-known, youngest major-general in Beijing. A banishment sends him into the basic ranks in a military camp as a new recruit. From then on, he meets a person that makes him dote on and protect at all costs, his beloved. However, his beloved is only focused on fighting and killing. Major-general Helian declares this to be a very bad, a very terrible situation. Yet, Gu Qingjiu merely replies, “Scram! Lower your gun if you dare!”

Wife is Fierce, Don't Mess With Her!

"You're the girl who drank milk tea at the shop today."

Su Lingche didn't know why he met Gu Qingjiu there.

He seemed a little happy to see her. But seeing Gu Qingjiu turn around, he dashed over to her.

As the man walked towards her step by step, Gu Qingjiu had a brief flashback of the Su Lingche in her previous life and the one who she was dealing with.

He walked to her and had a genial and harmless smile. The way he looked at her was so gentle.

She then realized that it was this exact person who had pushed her down a ravine, together with Yu Shiwei!

Everything that happened in the Yu family and her final despair in jail all came crashing down at her like a wave…

Her originally diminished hatred surged back suddenly. Gu Qingjiu held back her urge to stab the person in front of her. She clutched her hands tightly together behind her back, her fingernails stabbing into her palms. Her smile emitted a cold trace of ill intention.

The Hatred Beneath the Calm Surface