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Grand Wedding Evening

Introducing the new story "Return to '81: The Struggle of the Eldest Sister" – a heartwarming pampering tale, a tale of marital love, a tale of a woman's self-empowerment. That year, Ning Yunxi willingly married. On the day she took her vows, everyone around doubted the union, and her family declared, she shouldn't expect to receive a single penny from home. Her husband was an orphan with a bunch of little radish head siblings? No one believed her soldier husband would one day become a high-ranking official, no one imagined her Second Uncle would become a great scientist, and no one conceived that her young aunt would be a future superstar, let alone that the fourth child would be a natural-born tycoon. But truly, one day, all the futures Ning Yunxi saw came to fruition. Today, she has married a poor soldier and has become the sister-in-law in the military; raising the children of soldiers without fear, convinced she's betting not just on one potential stock, but on a multitude of leading stocks – with her newly acquired special abilities, she becomes a super teacher for the people! ----------------------------------------------------- All along, she had been recognized by the Wen Family as the least promising daughter, unremarkable in appearance and unnoticed, still unable to marry at the ripe age of twenty-nine. He, the son of a military family, born with privileges, deliberately concealed his identity at the matchmaking banquet, posing as an ordinary man. When they married, people sneered, "A pair of worn-out shoes matched with a bankrupt family, just perfect." Then one day, the gold buried in the sand shone with an immense brilliance...

Kindhearted Mama · General
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1046 Chs

[132] To my husband's military unit_2

"Hahaha—" Yao Ye burst into laughter upon seeing his action, grabbed him with one hand, and lifted his small chin with the other, asking with a smile, "Do you still remember us?"

The shiny black beads of his eyes blinked warily, "Remember, remember."

Even his speaking voice was very proper, timid, like a rabbit.

Wensheng, holding his teacup, spoke up, "Look at how scared you've made the child, others might think you've used some severe torture on him."

"He would be scared of us?" Yao Ye wouldn't admit to that, carefully turning the child's small face, "You don't know, he used to really dislike us, afraid we would steal his aunt away from him."

The little face turned red upon hearing this, cheeks puffed out in annoyance: This scoundrel, he had it figured out all along.

"Steal his aunt? What's his relationship with his aunt, what's our relationship with his aunt?" A cold snort of laughter that would spare no child, icy and cutting, came from Jun Ye's nose.