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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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253 Chs

Chapter 121 We Did It

Cheng Su called Sister Wang into the house and went straight to the point about the business deal.

"You know, it's really time-consuming to come over from Qing City. So, I was thinking, I'll give you a fixed price of ten cents per pineapple, no matter how much you get them for from others. Sell them to me for ten cents each. Of course, the cost of transportation will naturally be on you," said Cheng Su.

Sister Wang didn't expect such a proposal and subconsciously looked towards her husband, who was sitting in the chair.

Brother Wang also pondered, ten cents per pineapple. If they could get pineapples from others for eight cents each, they could earn a two-cent margin.

"This means you'll become pineapple traders. Once you get started, you'll surely not just have me as a customer," added Cheng Su when she saw their hesitation.