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Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

What's it like to be wrongfully killed? Cheng Su felt she'd really hit rock bottom when she was yanked out of a building by someone who jumped. Talk about a true miscarriage of justice! But when she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the eighties, replacing the 'culprit'? In her last life, she was clear and alone, but in this life, she had a promising, dazzling military husband, as well as a cocky and domineering third child? Ugh, spit on that! She had died with cheats, so since the husband was hers, she'd beat anyone who dared to snatch him—pummel one, annihilate two. She'd make gourmet food to sell at a stall, start a chain of restaurants, and earn the money herself. She'd have the children, flirt with her husband, and fight off any mistresses; as long as her military husband doted on her, all was good. With this cheat-code life, she wanted to eat well, drink well, gain both fame and fortune, and together with her husband, make a home anew! "This story is purely fictional. Please do not take it seriously or imitate it. Any similarities are purely coincidental."

Yan Xiaomo · Urban
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78 Chs

Chapter 22: Daily Life

After seeing off Qi Taiguo, Cheng Su peacefully started to live her small village life. She had a strong adaptability, and even though she initially felt quite uncomfortable with various aspects of rural life, it only took her a few days to convince herself that she was there to experience rural living, and she gradually got used to it.

Additionally, given her past profession, she could be said to be good at socializing and quickly made her way into the village's social circles.

Of course, she just listened to the domestic gossip without ever speaking ill of others. Her ability to keep secrets made her seem reliable to others.

The only thing Cheng Su couldn't stand was cleaning up the various animals' excrements, and the latrine, which was the most primitive kind of dung house. Every time she went there, she stuffed her nostrils with two wads of paper, much to Mother Qi's disapproval, who criticized her several times for being too delicate.