What do you do if you suddenly become the ridiculously pampered wife in a beast world romance strategy novel?

Jiang Jiao didn’t hesitate—she turned herself in to the nation and clung tightly to her beloved motherland’s leg.

Jiang Jiao: “Mom, I need supplies. Help me out.”

Huaxia: “Got you, sweetheart. Everything’s covered.”

System: “So you’re telling me… all these 180cm-tall, eight-pack-abs, ridiculously good-looking, same-haircut, maximum-damage, elite-soldier-level men and women… are all your voluntary admirers?”

Jiang Jiao (shy): “Well, I am the female lead… having billions of admirers doesn’t sound that unreasonable, right?”

System: “Then how do you explain these—tactical missiles, satellite-powered cannons, high-explosive shells, Barrett M82A1 semi-auto sniper rifles, Atchisson AA-12 automatic shotguns…?”

Jiang Jiao (serious): “As the female lead, carrying a few gadgets for self-defense is totally reasonable.”

System: “And what about these—tunnel boring machines, concrete mixer trucks, concrete pumps, generator sets, high-capacity transformers, high-lift water pumps—what are those for?”

Jiang Jiao: “…”

Yeah… that one’s a bit harder to explain.

But it’s fine. She’s just a pure, harmless, completely normal romance novel female lead.

If anything goes wrong, take it up with her mom—who casually carries a J-55 fighter jet on her shoulders, an aircraft carrier on her hip, and brings world peace through nuclear might.

From that point on, Jiang Jiao’s journey to eliminate the “male lead” went completely off-script…

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