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

"Alright then." An Hao stood up from the sofa, changed her clothes, and followed Qin Jian out.


Just as they reached the door, there was a knock. Qin Jian opened it and was surprised to see Yan Huan standing outside.


"Why is it you?" Qin Jian was somewhat surprised.


"Chief of Staff, relax! I'm not here for you this time. I'm here to see An Hao," said Yan Huan.


An Hao somewhat understood why Yan Huan was looking for her, so she stepped aside at the door and said, "Then come in."


"Let's talk outside," Yan Huan glanced at Qin Jian and said, "Chief of Staff, I'll borrow your wife for half an hour and then bring her back. You don't mind, do you?"


Qin Jian cracked a smile. "I don't mind, but you have to ensure her safety."


Yan Huan frowned slightly. "It's clear you treat her differently."


Qin Jian: "..." Of course, An Hao is his wife, isn't she?


The army compound at night was breezy, and the late-April weather was neither cold nor hot.


Chapter 1197: Disliking the Feeling of Being Seen Through