The Eighties: I Ran Away with My Child, Then Ran Into Their Dad Three Years Later

[Period Setting + Transmigrate Into a Book + Pocket Dimension + Winning Back His Wife + Twins and More + Sweet Romance]

I transmigrated into a period novel and became the tragic supporting heroine who was about to be set up and lose her virtue.

Looking at the “stinking old intellectual” beside me, who would one day hold immense power, I decisively grabbed onto this long-term meal ticket.

Once the drug wore off, I pulled up my pants and ran, then turned around and reported the mastermind. I left him only a note: “A friend in need is a friend indeed. No need to thank me.”

Nine months later, I was holding triplets, taking the college entrance exam, and making money hand over fist.

At last, the big shot, who had regained his identity, came knocking. Seeing three miniature versions of himself, his face darkened like ink.

“Ruan Zhiyi, don’t you have anything to explain?”

I calmly brought out a copy of the “Parent-Child Co-Growth Investment Plan” and smiled sweetly.

“Explain what? Mr. Xie, raising kids isn’t easy. Please settle the bill.”

“Want to make things official? Get in line. Your number comes after the kids’.”