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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 · Urbain
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Chapter 104 Peeling a Pineapple Skin for One Cent

The next day, Cheng Su didn't even finish the lunch market before she handed over the remaining tasks to Qiulan and headed to He County early. The first person she looked for was still Sister Wang since the last time they chatted, she knew that Sister Wang's family had also planted an acre of pineapples.

Being acquaintances, Cheng Su naturally thought of Sister Wang first. Now that she came to wholesale pineapples, Sister Wang came to her mind first.

Sister Wang was very surprised; in her opinion, Cheng Su's ideas were always quite unique. The last time she mentioned renovating the restaurant, and now she was talking about buying pineapples to eat?

But she was also very happy. Cheng Su thought of her, which meant a personal favor, and moreover, if the pineapples at home couldn't be sold, they could only wait to rot. Now Cheng Su wanted them; of course, she was delighted—it was also an income.