Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife Chapter 4 Unfavorable Situation

Cheng Su constantly dreamed of awakening to find herself in the 21st century, even paralyzed on a hospital bed—anything beat her current existence, where she was herself but somehow not!

Yet every time her eyes opened, the wall still displayed Grandpa Mao's portrait alongside the red double happiness character. She had at last come to terms with her fate!

Return was impossible. Cheng Su would have to dwell in this foreign body indefinitely.

This harsh truth filled Cheng Su with deep despair, though she knew acceptance was unavoidable.

Lying there with eyes fixed upward, Cheng Su examined the crimson bed canopy while piecing together the original host's memories to understand her predicament.

Her family origins sealed a damaged reputation, and her envy had sparked numerous ridicules. Marrying Qi Taiguo brought no glory either.

Within her husband's family, dissatisfaction ran from mother-in-law to youngest sister-in-law. She pondered how often they'd schemed to send her packing, but Father Qi held absolute authority, particularly on major decisions.

Her sister-in-law was worst, endlessly declaring a lovely flower wasted in cow dung—eldest brother the flower, Cheng Su the dung!

Plagued by infamy and a sharp temper, despised universally, how could she ever earn affection?

Alas!

Cheng Su released a heavy sigh.

In this era, sans strong ties, survival proved impossible.

The host had wrecked her own goodwill, resulting in a soiled name. This reflection soured her features and weighed heavily on her mind.

Humans crave company; she dismissed endless solitude as beneficial. Existence requires mingling, or even sickness leaves you without aid for medicine!

Without favor, who'd draw near?

Her prior life's career sharpened her networking prowess, granting broad contacts across sectors for effortless success.

Thus, building rapport stood paramount, now that going back was off the table. She must handle it masterfully.

Bang! The door burst open from outside. Deep in contemplation, Cheng Su shot upright clutching her quilt like a scared bird, eyeing the entrant cautiously.

Cheng Su's defensive expression drew another frown from Qi Taiguo. "What time is it? Still not getting out of bed?"

He recalled the previous night's return to the room, when this woman had barred him from the bed and pulled that coy refusal act.

Qi Taiguo, a dignified regiment leader, refused to play such childish games. Her rejection suited him perfectly. Did she imagine everyone craved her bed?

The thought of bedding stirred memories of her body last night—so taut it could madden any man, the true flavor of womanhood.

He gulped hard, his eyes slipping toward Cheng Su, but her vigilant gaze prompted a scowl as he whipped his head aside.

"As a new bride, shouldn't you offer tea to your in-laws? You don't lack this basic courtesy, do you?" Qi Taiguo shed his outer clothes for a T-shirt.

Cheng Su remained quiet, then reluctantly muttered, "You leave first. I'll change and come after."

Qi Taiguo froze briefly, a mocking smirk emerging. What a skilled pretender!

He stormed out, slamming the door. Cheng Su let out a long breath, followed by another sigh. This body exchange remained utterly unfamiliar!