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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 45: Another Jump from the Building?

County Hospital was not large, just five stories high. Cheng Su walked around on the ground floor and found that modern hospitals didn't have much to admire or places to sit, just a few large trees planted around. They were nothing like the hospitals of the twenty-first century which, in order to provide patients with a good recovery environment, had large and beautiful gardens with various flowers and plants, resembling parks.

She simply decided to go up to the hospital's rooftop—after all, ascending high to see far, it would be good to have a look at the county town as well.

The June sun shined strongly; as she walked out onto the rooftop door, she stretched out her arms and yawned loudly before stepping forward.

Suddenly, her gaze was drawn by an elderly man with white hair standing in front of her, his hands on the railing, half of his body leaning out.