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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
Classificações insuficientes
254 Chs

Chapter 77 Where Did You Get the Money?

Although he had been prepared, Qi Taiguo was slightly stunned watching Cheng Su throw herself entirely into her tasks upon arriving at the restaurant.

She was actually handling everything by herself.

With his eyes wide in shock, Qi Taiguo watched as Cheng Su, seemingly wound-up like a clock, didn't stop moving for a second.

Before coming to the army, her father had said she would look for a job, and she had said the same, but in his mind, he thought it would be like other women; either working on the assembly line in a factory or doing odd jobs for private bosses.

Yet he hadn't expected that the job she mentioned would actually be running her own business?

Watching Cheng Su wash and clean efficiently, throwing several large pork bones into the soup barrel to stew, and then washing cucumbers, her hand holding the knife moved like machinery, cutting at a fast pace.

Qi Taiguo felt as if his eyes were blurring.