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

"Maybe you were too busy, so your father and brother decided on it after they had a look," said Zhang Yun on the side.


"Didn't An Ping have a partner before? On the day he left, he even asked you to keep an eye out for him," said An Hao, puzzled. How come marriage is suddenly on the table? Even Qin Jian found it dubious.


"I don't know, so I'm saying we should go back after lunch," An Hao suggested, "My eyes have been twitching these past few days. I keep feeling like something is going to happen. Could it be related to An Ping's situation?"


"Don't jump to conclusions. What if it's a good thing?" Qin Jian, seeing her distressed, tried to comfort her.


An Hao shook her head, unable to fully articulate the kind of feeling she had.


Ever since that last time, after having those two dreams, whenever something bad was about to happen, she seemed to have a premonition of it.


But her premonitions were not always accurate.


Chapter 1172: The Overly Hasty Celebrations