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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 124 Restaurant Renovation

Ever since she got back together with Qi Taiguo, they naturally shared the same bed, perhaps because they had tasted the pleasure of perfect harmony, both of them were quite enthusiastic about that activity, wave after wave of heat through the night.

Cheng Su was a new generation from the twenty-first century; she had seen her fair share of adult films and knew plenty of moves, all of which she used on Qi Taiguo, driving him mad with desire, almost wishing for death.

This evening, the two of them lay on the bed drenched in sweat and gasping for air, feeling as though they had just come back to life.

"Where did you learn those moves?" Qi Taiguo felt utterly relaxed from head to toe. He couldn't help but pinch her little nose as he thought of Cheng Su's fiery performance just now.

Cheng Su dodged, arching an eyebrow and said, "Where else? From 'Dear Readers' Insight', of course!"