Yan Xiaomo

What's it like to be wrongfully killed? Cheng Su felt she'd really hit rock bottom when she was yanked out of a building by someone who jumped. Talk about a true miscarriage of justice! But when she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in the eighties, replacing the 'culprit'? In her last life, she was clear and alone, but in this life, she had a promising, dazzling military husband, as well as a cocky and domineering third child? Ugh, spit on that! She had died with cheats, so since the husband was hers, she'd beat anyone who dared to snatch him—pummel one, annihilate two. She'd make gourmet food to sell at a stall, start a chain of restaurants, and earn the money herself. She'd have the children, flirt with her husband, and fight off any mistresses; as long as her military husband doted on her, all was good. With this cheat-code life, she wanted to eat well, drink well, gain both fame and fortune, and together with her husband, make a home anew! "This story is purely fictional. Please do not take it seriously or imitate it. Any similarities are purely coincidental."

Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

After seeing off her mother-in-law and elder sister, Cheng Su felt a sigh of relief. She pulled the straps of the cloth bag over her shoulder and walked out of the bus station, with Qi Taiguo pushing his bicycle behind her.


"Come on up, I'll give you a ride home!" Qi Taiguo stepped forward and said.


Cheng Su, without looking back, said, "No need, I'm going to the factory. You go back by yourself!"


Having said that, she didn't wait for Qi Taiguo to react with astonishment, and quickly walked away, jumping onto a bus as soon as she saw one.


Qi Taiguo watched the small bus leave, so frustrated that he almost smashed his bicycle onto the ground.


Cheng Su went to the factory for a round, handled a pile of issues, flipped through the calendar, and thought to herself that Ning Ge was really unreliable, having left such a long time ago and still not returned.


Chapter 342: To Catch a Fish, First Set the Bait