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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 149 Worry

Cheng Su and Li Qiulan were busy pickling cucumbers in the small courtyard. Meanwhile, Ning Ge, with a backpack strapped on, climbed up Water Chestnut Mountain. He moved with agility and quickness, expertly navigating through the terrain, occasionally stopping to listen closely to the sounds around him. His expression was one of vigilance and sternness, something neither Cheng Su nor Qi Taiguo had ever seen on his face before.

Trusting his memory, Ning Ge climbed up the mountain off the beaten path, taking a rugged trail instead. Before long, his hands were scratched and bleeding from the thorns and branches.

But Ning Ge didn't care in the least. His eyes blazed as he burrowed towards the place in his memory.

The sun began to dip westward, and the mountain was covered in shade from the dense foliage, blocking out much of the sunlight, leaving only dappled specks of light filtering down through the leaves.