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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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254 Chs

Chapter 74 Helping Him Apply Medicine

Whoosh, a ladleful of water cascaded down, and Qi Taiguo shook the water from his hair, taking the towel from nearby to wipe his face.

"Are you hungry? I'll cook you a bowl of noodles," she offered.

That sentence from Cheng Su echoed in his mind again, and his heart thudded as if it had been struck.

Qi Taiguo felt a peculiar sensation in his chest.

It wasn't his first mission, and when had he ever not returned to solitude, taking care of himself on his own? But this time, upon entering, someone was waiting for him, her face alight with joy.

Yes, joy—if he wasn't mistaken, the expression on Cheng Su's face just now was indeed joyful, right?

"I'll cook you a bowl of noodles..."

He had headed straight home after completing the mission, and by the time he got home, it was already this late; where would he find anything to eat? But he was used to it—only now, what?

Gurgle, gurgle, Qi Taiguo's stomach cried out, and his nose picked up a faint but enticing aroma.