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

As soon as An Hao spoke, everyone's gaze turned toward her.


An Shuchao saw his daughter and son-in-law had both hurried back, and waved at them happily, "You two are back, come in quickly and have a seat, we are discussing An Ping's wedding. Here, let me introduce you."


So he pointed to the people sitting around the table and introduced them one by one: "This is An Ping's future father-in-law, and here is the mother-in-law. Their surname is Niu, both of them. These are your uncle and aunt from our side of the family, and the rest are neighbors you know."


Upon hearing her father's introduction, An Hao's gaze fell upon those referred to as An Ping's future in-laws.


Even though they lived in the same village, An Hao found their faces unfamiliar. If it weren't for others mentioning them, she would have had no idea such a family lived in their village.


The man looked just over fifty, the kind who was blatantly honest, extremely simple and straightforward.


Chapter 1173: Large Dowry