Reborn as a Sent-Down Youth, I Buried My Fake-Dead Husband for Good

In 1978, the day Gu Xingbang and I returned to the city from our youth-educated youth settlement, he died of a heart attack. After the seventh-day mourning period, my mother-in-law brought home a boy, saying his time of birth matched my husband's time of death down to the exact second. When I looked at the child, I saw that his features did indeed resemble my husband's. I doted on Gu Yuchen and never married, devoting my life to raising him into a success. But on the very day he graduated from university and was assigned to a state-owned steel mill, he drove me to my death. As I lay dying, the husband who should have been dead for more than twenty years appeared, accompanied by Yan Yixin, who had gone to the countryside with us back then. “Thanks for raising my son for me. You even used your family's connections to get him a government position. After you die, Muying, my son will give you a grand funeral.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband and I received our notice to return to the city.