[Rebirth + Military Marriage + Chasing Husband Crematorium] On the day I died, the mistress pushed me downstairs and said with a smile that I deserved it. My soul has been wandering for thirty years, and I only see my ex-husband placing a bouquet of wild roses in front of my grave every Qingming Festival. He never married and died alone. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn back to 1983. The scissors used to cut off the neighbor's shirt were still clutched in his hand, and in front of him was the military officer's husband who was bowing his head to pay. I threw away the scissors and threw myself into his arms: "Xu Zhiwen, we are not getting divorced!" He pushed me away stiffly, his eyes cold: "Zhou Xishi, what tricks do you want to play this time?" Everyone was waiting to see the joke and see what else I could do with my ecstasy. I reported the scumbag for his opportunism, then turned around and sold a jar of hot sauce all over the country. From a little girl running a stall to a household worth ten thousand yuan, from a military wife to a female entrepreneur. During the reporter's interview, I smiled at the camera: "My success is all due to the support of my husband." That night, the man who had been deeply disappointed in me pressed me against the wall: "Zhou Xishi." His voice was hoarse, with pain that had been suppressed for thirty years: "In your last life, you said I was not worthy of you." "In this life..." His hot lips fell: "I spoil you to the bone, is that enough compensation?"
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