Leaf Whispering Serenely

An Hao leaped, thinking she had died, but to her surprise, when she opened her eyes, she found herself back in the year 1985. To live a second life, did she have to endure the abuse of her stepmother and stepsister again, the dislike of her mother-in-law and disdain from her sister-in-law, and the betrayal of her best friend who bravely became the other woman just to slap her in the face and climb the social ladder? Was she supposed to end her miserable life in poverty again? An Hao's answer was, "Eat! Shit! No!" She was determined to make something of herself, to get rich by capitalizing on her knowledge and aim for a well-off life. This time around, she was going to be the protective big sister who reformed her worthless little brother who had died a wretched death, and the virtuous wife to make up for her past neglect of her husband! She wouldn't let this life go to waste in despair! A malicious best friend? Coveting her man? Not a chance! Go hang out wherever it's cool! Cough cough, how did she not realize in her past life that this "Stoic King of Hell" was so indecent. Decent? You've had your fill of decency during the day.

Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

And the shop owner was also very grateful to An Hao. If it wasn't for An Hao's strategic planning and precise grasp of market opportunities, he might not have been able to make so much money.


He became a wealthy merchant of the eighties, and it's important to note that back in those days, becoming a wealthy merchant was not something just anyone could achieve.


Out of gratitude for An Hao, having heard that she was getting married, he specially gifted her a set of clothes and gave her a red envelope.


An Hao told him she would send him a wedding invitation and asked him to make sure to come and have a drink at her wedding.


The outfit An Hao was wearing today was the newest winter stock from the clothing store. It looked elegant and refined on her without losing a sense of grace.


Qin Jian kept An Shuchao and An Ping company, chatting. When An Hao came in, his eyes lit up; his little wife looked good in anything.


Chapter 430: I'm Not Dreaming, Am I?