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

"Dare to snatch a lantern from me! Dare to compete with me! I think you country bumpkins don't want to live anymore, huh? Don't you even ask around about my reputation—I'm the Overlord of South Street!"


The Overlord of South Street was boasting and swaggering when suddenly a thunderous voice erupted from the crowd, "Everyone stop! Stop fighting!"


Hearing this voice, the Overlord of South Street looked up and saw that a soldier, carrying a 'two-mao two' gun, had stepped out from the crowd. Judging by his rank, he was not a low-ranking one.


Ordinary folks try to avoid trouble with the military if they can, as they're not someone to mess with.


"Alright, alright, stop the fight!" The Overlord of South Street said with a grin, "Oh, dear soldier! It's all a misunderstanding! We're not fighting, don't worry."


"I know that." Qin Jian lowered his gaze, his sharp eyes like those of a hawk, landing on the overlord's face, "You're not fighting, you are beating him!"


Chapter 735: The Overlord of South Street