When she was ten, she said, "When I grow up, I want to be the President!"
"It's impossible, but you can be the President's wife," he replied.
He gazed at her tenderly. His youthful eyes filled with deep affection, as if he wanted to give her the whole world.
When she was thirty-three, due to a leak of military secrets, she was imprisoned for treason, and she saw his signature on the death sentence document.
She finally understood that the so-called undying love was fake, and that power and status were the true goals.
Love is just like a ghost—more talked about than seen.
...
Reborn and back to the age of twenty, she opened her eyes and shouted, "I must be the President!"
"But, Madam... Your husband is already the President," someone said.
She was stunned for only a second, then viciously replied, "Then I'll take him down first, and I'll become the President!"
A man gently pushed open the half-closed door, chuckling softly, "Did I hear wrong? Sweetie, you want to... take me down?"

Lu Xiaoer was completely silent; she really couldn't say a word.


"If one day I truly can't stand at the operating table again, whether it's you or Xiaoer, you will be my successors."


Gui Wuling and Lu Xiaoer almost simultaneously looked towards Song Jing.


He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes somewhat swollen behind the lenses, and though he was rather handsome, he looked somewhat aged.


Standing there, speaking of his injured hand, there wasn't a trace of bitterness on his face.


"I can pass on everything I know and understand to you, without reservation. Anlin Hospital doesn't just have Song Jing; there are many surgeons here far more skilled than me."


Lu Xiaoer's eyes reddened, her throat felt as if it was being blocked by a stone.


Chapter 549 - Mr. 486, you cannot park here.