Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 2 Reality is Cruel

Memories flooded her mind, and Cheng Su vividly recalled her time working at the hotel when a woman holding the hotel's VVIP card chose to leap from the building. She hurried over to talk her out of it. With great effort, she finally calmed the lady down and seized her hand. And then...

That woman dragged her down with her!

Plummeting from such a towering height, how could anyone come out okay? You'd either wind up crippled in a hospital bed or simply dead...

Yet here she was, perfectly fine, without a single ache?

Was this all just a dream? Or had she passed away and simply couldn't feel anything?

No way—if it were a dream or death, she wouldn't sense that subtle soreness in her intimate spot, would she? That ache was unmistakably the sensation of losing her virginity to someone.

So, exactly what was happening to her right now?

And those unfamiliar memories swirling in her head—they weren't hers. She was Cheng Su, and the man she loved was this stern military officer in front of her, Qi Taiguo.

Indeed, he served in the military, and at this moment, he was her husband.

Husband? She hadn't even had a boyfriend before, so how did a husband suddenly appear?

Cheng Su froze in shock, a terrifying realization dawning on her that sent icy dread racing through her veins.

Was it truly what she suspected?

The blanket over her head got yanked away by someone; Cheng Su raised her head and locked eyes with Qi Taiguo's irritated expression.

"What game are you playing?" Qi Taiguo scowled, gazing down at her from above, noting her confusion and vulnerability with some bewilderment.

Was she intoxicated? Behaving so oddly—where was the exuberance from the wedding feast?

Maybe embarrassment from it being their first night together? Hmph, what happened to her relentless pursuit, vowing to marry only him? Now that she'd achieved her goal, she was pretending?

This woman was just too much!

Cheng Su's lips trembled as she glanced around the room—a sea of red, featuring a portrait of Grandpa Mao on the wall beside the double happiness character, plus small oil lamps flickering on the table next to a dish of red dates and longans.

Surveying the furnishings, everything screamed vintage Cultural Revolution aesthetic, right down to the furniture, evoking a strong period vibe.

Those alien memories raced through her thoughts; Cheng Su stammered to Qi Taiguo, "Tell me, is it 1985 right now?"

Hear that? What nonsense was she spouting? Clearly, she'd overdone it with the wedding toasts.

Qi Taiguo, patience worn thin, snatched his nearby pants, pulled them on, lit a cigarette, took a drag, and grunted, "Just go to sleep." Arguing with a drunk was pointless.

Cheng Su watched him storm out, slamming the door behind him, then hurriedly snatched the red-framed mirror from the table for a peek—her eyes bulged in astonishment.

The reflection showed her face, but not quite, and oddly recognizable, like she'd encountered it somewhere before!

Where exactly?

Cheng Su stared at her 'self' in the mirror, gradually overlaying it with the face from her memories. In twenty years, wouldn't this evolve into the features of the very woman she'd tried to save in her last life?

"Oh my God!" Shocked, Cheng Su tumbled off the bed onto the floor. Had she actually pulled off the mythical time travel—and into the loathed body of the 'culprit' no less?

Thus, those mind memories belonged to that woman? Was she now inhabiting her younger self?

Terror and frenzy gripped her, for such an impossible occurrence was something Cheng Su never would've accepted in her former life, yet harsh reality had struck her down, leaving her reeling in agony.

"Cheng Su, karma really doesn't let evil deeds slide!"