Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 1 Spring Dreams Are Not Dreams

In 1985, chants praising socialism with Chinese characteristics rang out everywhere, ushering in an era of reform and opening-up. Ordinary folks wore simple, contented expressions, their lives brimming with greater hope than before.

In Huangtian Village of Flower County, the Qi family buzzed with unprecedented joy. Wine scents drifted everywhere, every seat occupied. As family head, Old Man Qi grinned broadly while toasting guests; bawdy jests drew only his booming laughs, no hint of displeasure.

Today marked the fortunate day of his eldest son Taiguo's wedding.

As night fell deeper, the Qi home slowly quieted, sinking into hush.

Inside a chamber decked in festive red, Cheng Su snapped awake from searing, ripping pain, then went rigid.

Directly in her sight was a square face up close, resolute and grave, forehead beaded with sweat, dark skin flushed red, brows tightly knit, thickish lips clamped in apparent torment.

Cheng Su gaped in daze, eyes meeting his squarely. Her pupils shrank wide then expanded, a abrupt wrongness dawning on her.

Body tense, she shifted faintly and sensed an alien feeling down below. It struck like plucked mind strings humming wildly, blood surging hot to her head.

Erotic dream, oh! She, she really had one?

The man radiated rugged authority, no fresh-faced idol type, but a tough, iron-hard fellow—the exact sort she fancied.

Yet who was this guy? Why appear in her dream? Even in such dreams, faces shouldn't show, least of all a total unknown's.

"Cheng Su, can't you relax some?" The man gritted through tight teeth, shifting a bit; sweat beaded off him onto her chest.

Cheng Su's eyes flew wide. This sensation...

So sharp and real, no dream at all!

Not a dream!

If no dream, then...

This was reality?

"Aaaah!" Grasping the truth, Cheng Su shrieked and shoved hard at the man atop her.

The man above, caught off guard by her outburst, toppled from the bed and hit the floor with a thud.

Shrieks pierced from the bed, while the floored figure lay stunned, baffled by the turn.

Moments later, he snapped to and snapped, "Cheng Su, shut up!"

What a fiasco—just their wedding night romp, yet she acted like it was assault?

The racket would soon rouse the whole house, doors banging. Total embarrassment!

His yell shocked Cheng Su; she jabbed a finger at him, blurting, "Qi Taiguo, you pervert, shameless creep, taking advantage like that!"

The instant the name escaped, she froze in shock. Qi Taiguo? How'd she spit it out so naturally? She didn't know this man!

Still, it burst from her like reflex, the name carved deep in her thoughts over endless repeats, fused into her bones. What on earth? Anyone explain?

Qi Taiguo had risen from the floor, face hard. "What's got you losing it now?" he demanded.

Ridiculous. Hadn't she begged for this marriage? Now feigning outrage like a victim—what game was this?

Fuming, Cheng Su jabbed at him, then herself, "You... I..."

What mess was this? She'd been bedded, but in what crazy setup? How'd it come to pass?

Memories crashed into Cheng Su like waves—hers and not hers—pouring in chaotically.

"Ah!" Cheng Su gripped her head in torment and slumped back on the bed.