"Mmm~"

Wendy Carter let out a soft moan. In her groggy state, she felt a hand pressing down on her chest.

She frowned, annoyed. Who the hell was that?!

Dreaming at this hour? What kind of nightmare is trying to mess with her?

Just wait until she got rid of it!

As she silently muttered a mantra, someone suddenly grabbed her chin. A wet sensation brushed against her lips before pulling away, and the hand moved back to her chest.

Wendy jolted awake, her body trembling.

In front of her was a handsome face covered in water droplets.

The man was completely soaked, his sharp and chiseled face cold and stern. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his jaw was clenched.

He knelt beside her, his hands still on her chest, his broad palms rough and scalding hot.

Wendy snapped out of her daze and struggled to sit up. She slapped him hard across the face. "You pervert!"

The man’s brows furrowed slightly as his cheek swelled up instantly.

He glanced at her calmly. "Hey, you misunderstood..."

"Misunderstood? Your hand was all over me! What do you think I wouldn't notice?"

Wendy cursed as she stood up. It was then that she realized her body was drenched, and her legs were weak. The moment she stood, dizziness hit her, and everything went blurry.

Looking back at the man, she saw he was wearing a military-green uniform, radiating righteousness. His deep-set eyes, strong nose, and wheat-colored skin were impossibly handsome.

His wet hair clung to his forehead, adding an odd temptation to his already powerful and wild aura. He was both disciplined and sexy at the same time.

Wait… a pervert?

When did perverts become this high-quality?

Wendy swallowed hard, glancing around. She finally noticed she was by a river, surrounded by lush green forests, out in the middle of nowhere.

Beyond the trees, she could vaguely see a thatched hut...

Wait, a thatched hut?!

Wasn’t she at home sleeping? How did she get here?!

Before she could make sense of it, memories that weren't hers flooded her mind, leaving her completely disoriented.

She had transmigrated!

She had traveled back to the 1980s and ended up in the body of a girl who had the same name as her.

The original owner was a simple country girl. After a fight with her family, she ran off to find her fiancé, who was in the army.

But along the way, she ran into a couple who tricked her, stole her money and luggage, and then pushed her into the river before escaping.

So... the handsome guy wasn’t assaulting her, but performing CPR?!

Wendy bit her lip, looking at the handsome man in front of her, whose face was now red from her slap. She awkwardly smiled, "Sorry, I..."

The man didn’t reply. Instead, he unbuttoned his uniform with one hand.

His slender wrist, bathed in sunlight, was strong and attractive.

Wendy froze, her smile stiffening on her face.

"You... don't..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man’s jacket landed on her head.

"Put this on."

His voice was deep and cool, with a crisp tone that was strangely soothing.

Wendy’s heart fluttered as she hurriedly pulled the jacket off her head.

Looking down, she realized that her cotton blouse had a tear in it, exposing her pale waist.

Her face flushed as she quickly put on the military jacket, her heart racing.

So, he wasn’t undressing himself to do something indecent, but to cover her up. And here she was, assuming the worst, thinking he was about to...

She shook her head rapidly, clearing away those inappropriate thoughts.

What the hell was she thinking?! Why was her mind in the gutter?!

Just then, a few men came running out of the woods. "Commander Novak! Commander Novak! We found the right path! It's just up—"

They stopped mid-sentence, staring at Wendy, who was drenched and now wearing the man’s uniform. Matthew Tate’s eyes widened. "Commander, you're amazing! You actually saved her!"

He continued, "Hey, you're incredibly lucky! If we hadn’t taken a wrong turn and ended up here, and if Commander Novak hadn’t spotted you struggling in the water, you’d probably be dead right now."

Commander?

Wendy looked at the man, surprised.

He seemed so young, and yet he was already a commander?

Talk about impressive.

Henry Novak frowned slightly and turned to head back toward the military vehicle.

When they reached the vehicle, he turned to Matthew. "Give her two dollars and tell her to go to the town ahead to file a report."

"Got it!"

Matthew Tate quickly pulled out two dollars and handed them to Wendy. "Hey, follow this road, and you’ll reach the village. Make sure to report this incident."

Wendy stood there, dazed.

By the time she snapped out of it, the vehicle had already driven off.

"Hey..." She held the money and chased after them for a few steps, but the car was already gone, leaving her with a mouthful of dust.

She sighed deeply.

On her first day in this new world, she already had to walk to town on her own. This sucked.

With a resigned sigh, she stuffed the money into her pocket, only to feel something hard.

Wendy paused and pulled out a military ID from the jacket pocket.

She opened it and saw a photo of the man she had just slapped.

Beside the photo, the information read: "Henry Novak, Commander of the 29th Battalion."

Wendy furrowed her brow, closed the ID, and prepared to chase after him.

But after taking just two steps, she froze.

Wait a minute!

Henry Novak?

Why did that name sound so familiar?

Wasn’t that the name of the male lead from that 80s romance novel she had stayed up late reading a few days ago?!

A few days ago, Wendy had come across a book with a supporting female character whose name was exactly the same as hers. Out of curiosity, she had started reading it.

The original character’s fiancé was a typical "Gold Digger"—someone from a poor background who relied on his luck to rise in the military ranks. He became a vice-commander and deliberately pursued the female lead of the novel, even breaking off his engagement with the original character.

After marrying the female lead, his true colors showed. He used her family connections to climb the ladder, bringing his mother and sister to live in the city.

The female lead’s life was miserable, full of constant conflict.

After the female lead’s tragic death, she was reborn.

That’s right—it was a rebirth novel!

When the female lead came back to life, she discovered she had a special ability: a personal space.

With her newfound power, she vowed to leave the "Gold Digger," change her fate, and cling to the cold and handsome male lead—a low-key but powerful boss. She was determined to win his heart and become his woman.

That boss was none other than the commander of the 29th Battalion—Henry Novak!

Wendy remembered this name so well because the author had written him to be the perfect man.

Honest, handsome, cold yet kind.

Devoted and loyal in love, too. But sadly, all of that was reserved for the main character.

The Wendy in the novel was nothing but a pawn in the story—a true cannon fodder.

In the novel, her fiancé, Ryan Grant, schemed to get rid of her, pretending to invite her to the army while secretly hiring people to murder her.

But the life of the Wendy in the novel was tough—she survived, only to be rescued by the male lead.

Later, she tried to reunite with Ryan at the army, but he dismissed her with a few words.

When she returned to the village, Ryan immediately broke off the engagement. And due to her injuries, she was left with lingering health issues.

As for the novel’s female lead? She was the epitome of selfishness, manipulating everything for her own benefit.

Because the Wendy in the novel was prettier than her, she feared Ryan would still harbor feelings for her. So, she insisted that Wendy must be married off before she would agree to marry Ryan herself.

In order to curry favor with the female lead’s powerful family, Ryan schemed again, ensuring Wendy ended up married to an older man who had already been through one failed marriage.

In the end, the Wendy in the novel was sold off to the mountains, never to be heard from again...

Wendy had been so angry reading this part of the novel that she cursed at the author before abandoning the story.

And now, here she was—thrust into that very story as the cannon fodder herself!

Wendy’s heart filled with frustration. What had she done to deserve this?

Could this be some kind of punishment for leaving that bad review?

It’s all over! Absolutely over!