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

"You think highly of him!" Qin Jian frowned as he looked at An Hao.


Seeing her husband's expression like this, An Hao knew that Qin Jian was feeling jealous again.


"Of course, no matter how good he is, he can't compare to one ten-thousandth of you," An Hao said with a smile.


"Is that the truth?" Qin Jian raised an eyebrow at her.


"Of course, when have I ever lied to you?" An Hao said with a smile.


"Okay," Qin Jian nodded, his gaze unintentionally swept to the two men standing at the window upstairs.


One was Ji Chuan, the other Yan Ye, both were looking their way.


"I must say, your student has good taste in choosing a husband," Ji Chuan said with a hooked lip corner, teasing Yan Ye, "It seems, this medical talent wasn't able to catch her eye."


"I met her after she was already married," Yan Ye said indifferently.


"Then can you guarantee that if she met you first, she would have married you?" Ji Chuan said, closely observing his facial expression.


Chapter 1170: Not One Ten Thousandth of You