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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 · Urbano
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256 Chs

Chapter 173 Old Qi's Tender Side

She moved with a light, swaying grace, like a little swallow swooping in. Qi Taiguo was delighted to receive her fully, reaching out to hug her and taking the opportunity to rub against her chest, asking, "What do you mean by that? Has the restaurant actually stumbled upon a nugget of gold?"

"No gold nuggets, but I indeed dug up someone who's as valuable as gold," Cheng Su beamed.

Qi Taiguo raised an eyebrow, his hand sliding up from her lower back to caress her tender, smooth skin.

Cheng Su was still immersed in joy, completely oblivious to Qi Taiguo's restless hands, and excitedly recounted the day's events.

"That boss of Fa Ji is really dumb as a bag of rocks, to drive away such a talented chef. Doesn't he fear that if this person leaves, the customers might follow?" Cheng Su said contemptuously.

Qi Taiguo's brow furrowed, and his hands stilled as he asked, "You said you got hit?"

"Not hit directly, just knocked over a bike and fell down with it," Cheng Su was nonchalant.