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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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Chapter 130 I Know You're Awake

Ning Ge had been awakened by pain, no, to be accurate, he was awakened by the smell of food making him hungry, heaven knows he hadn't eaten for two days and nights to avoid those bastards.

As he opened his eyes, he was met with gray-white walls above him, the room small and oppressive. He felt bewildered for a moment; was he rescued?

Indeed, heaven hadn't forsaken him!

Just as he thought to turn over and get up, he felt something was wrong. He looked at his hands and saw that his wrists and ankles were bound. His gaze sharpened. Had he been mistaken, not rescued but captured?

"Don't hurry to eat first. I don't know about that person inside, whether he's woken up or not. What if he escapes?" A woman's voice came from outside.

Escape...

Ning Ge's lips curled into a slight, cold smile. He lifted his hand, thinking that these ropes would still hold Grandpa Mao?