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Books by 呱呱的墨镜
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You Killed My Baby? I'll Empty My Wicked In-Laws' Home Before Exile! 杀我小宝？搬空极品婆家去流放！
**[Exile] + [Looting] + [Toxic In-Laws] + [Pocket Dimension] + [Ruthless] + [Protective Mother] + [Looting the Family Wealth] + [Farming] + [Face-Slapping] + [Turning the Tables]** Song Wanxin, a master of both botany and pocket dimensions, is suddenly reborn in the womb and becomes the much-bullied young second wife of the century-old wealthy Li family. The first thing she sees after opening her eyes: her vicious mother-in-law and sister-in-law have joined forces to offer her beloved son, who i
9.4kReads6.7Score1.2kShelves
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The Lucky Eighties-Era Chef Brings Spirit Spring Water and Makes the Whole Courtyard Drool 八零锦鲤俏厨娘，带灵泉馋哭全院
1980s + Food + Pocket Dimension + Courtyard Community + Get Rich A state banquet chef dies suddenly and transmigrates, only to become a mistreated wife in the 1980s who can't even get a decent meal?! Her shrewish mother-in-law skimps on her food, while her scumbag husband uses her dowry money to bankroll his true love! He even points at her and curses, "You barren money pit! Without the Zhou family, you'll have to starve!" Fine! Jiang Wanyin gives a cold laugh, leaves with nothing, and storms ou
865Reads—Score158Shelves
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Transmigrated Into a War Zone, I Build Modern Weapons for Our Forebears 穿越战火中，我给先辈造现代武器
"Don't be afraid. I'm here this time." Kneeling in blood-soaked mud, she places a still-warm assault rifle in the hands of a sixteen-year-old soldier. Cheng Nian is an ordinary military museum docent. Every day, she tells the history of the old rifles behind glass display cases, until her voice goes hoarse and tears stream down her face. She will never forget her grandfather's last words: "Niannian, back then, three of us had to share one rifle." An accident sends her tumbling into the flames of
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The 1970s Substitute Teacher: Rising to the Top with Blind-Box Sign-Ins 七零代课老师，靠盲盒签到扶摇直
Can you believe it? I woke up to find I’d become the cannon-fodder foil in a period novel, kicked out of the house with nothing to my name?! In the original story, my eldest sister used her ability to predict the future and her golden abacus to dominate the antique trade in the capital, living in the lap of luxury! Meanwhile, I was just a substitute teacher, destined to be abandoned by a scumbag and die miserably in poverty! Why was I born to be a stepping stone for someone else? I refuse to be
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