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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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710 Chs

Sister's Restaurant No.152

Under the piercing blue sky, to one side, the glistening key card slipped out and split into two halves midair.

Urgent shouting voices rose and fell under the open sky, "Take cover!"

Clang.

A glass cup hit the ground, shattering and sending pieces flying onto the tender instep, instantly cutting several marks.

The pain was less intense than the violent pounding of the heart.

Blood surged like a flood from the heart, rushing to the face, only to turn it deathly pale.

Manman collapsed onto the bed; the clock on the table pointed to a quarter past ten at night.

A vein throbbed at her temple, stars flashed before her eyes, and she couldn't take off her glasses for a deep breath.

Her fingers touched the numbers on her phone, hovering over her husband's contact for a long time, unable to press down.

Because it wasn't anything important.

That's how it is being someone's wife, someone's sister.