Cheng Fangqiu was born with unparalleled charm and beauty, her skin as smooth as jade. When she opened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into the role of a cannon-fodder female supporting character in a 1970s-era novel.

Speechless, she gazed at the heavens. In this restrictive era, she only wanted to live like a salted fish —spending her husband’s generous salary on endless shopping, and by the way, thoroughly enjoying the devoted “service” of her broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, cold and handsome husband. Heh heh heh.

In the compound, who didn’t know about the “aloof flower on the high ridge,” Zhou Yinghuai? He was dignified in appearance, from a prestigious family, with boundless prospects. His tall and robust physique, paired with a high and straight nose, made the young wives secretly swallow their envy.

No one dared to even imagine what kind of blissful life awaited if they married him.

Cheng Fangqiu: “Cowards. I dare to imagine.”

But later, the one clutching her waist, pounding the bed, and crying out that she couldn’t take it anymore… was also her!!!

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Recently, something novel happened in the compound: Technician Zhou, who was stationed in the countryside for support work, got entangled with a village girl.

It was truly a case of a fresh flower stuck in cow dung.

Watching Zhou Yinghuai cook, wash clothes, spend his salary on clothes and snacks for her, running errands, massaging shoulders, and rubbing her back every day—everyone lamented his terrible luck.

But one day, they accidentally saw that “pile of dung” sending Zhou Yinghuai off to work. She was a delicate beauty in a little dress, her eyes sparkling as she waved her dainty hand.

“Hubby, come home early tonight~”

Come home early for what? Ahhh, it was enough to steal a man’s soul. Everyone’s jealous eyes practically turned red. Suddenly, the question of who was the fresh flower and who was the dung became an open debate.

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