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Books by 星传子弟
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The Blade Beneath the Wedding Dress 婚纱下的利刃
Red dancing shoes twirl beneath the stars, while the wedding dress hides a poisoned edge. Su Qing stood backstage, her fingertips repeatedly brushing the rhinestones on her ballet slippers. Tonight was her final ballet performance, and the most important day of Jiang Yubai's life: he was bidding on a project that could change their future. She smiled at herself in the mirror. She had embroidered the lace on her skirt through the night, all for the hope that, after winning the bid, he would rush
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After Thirty Years Single, I Gave My First Kiss to My New Landlord 单身三十年把初吻给了新房东
I’d been single since birth for thirty years. I’d never even held a man’s hand. On my thirtieth birthday, my landlord kicked me out, my parents called me useless, and I couldn’t even afford a cake or candles. Standing at the bus stop, staring at the rent reminders on my phone, I suddenly snapped. The ridiculously handsome man beside me in a black shirt became my reckless target. I rose on my toes, lifted my head, and kissed him right on the lips. Soft, cool, with a crisp hint of tobacco. I turne
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I’m Reborn, Not Looking for Love, but Here to Train Bad Boys 姐重生不谈恋爱，是来训狗
Before I was reborn, I treasured my first love and clung to Gu Yanchen like a lifeline. In the end, my family was destroyed, my daughter lost her ability to speak, and I jumped from the thirty-third floor with her in my arms. When I opened my eyes again, it was the first day of my freshman year in high school. With his ears turning red, Lu Yu asked, “Want to go to the fried chicken place?” I remembered how he'd scored just nine points in his previous life and sneered. “Idiot. You can buy me milk
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Braving 100 Trials of Scumbags: A Cycle of Life and Death 勇闯渣男100关生死轮回
[Tearing scumbags apart + System + Clear-headed heroine] You gave him your whole heart for eight years, only to be treated like a free maid, then blamed when you broke up? At the moment Su Luan's heart dies, she unexpectedly binds to the "Scumbag Trial System" and begins a hundred rounds of life-and-death reincarnation! First loves who make empty promises, emotional manipulation, partners who only take... Every story is a real emotional trap. No love-struck fools here, just a clear-headed heroi
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In My Next Life, Let Me Watch You Grow Up 下辈子，换我陪你长大
I died of massive bleeding late in my pregnancy, fighting with all my strength to give birth to my daughter, Nianwan, but never even hearing her say “Mama” for the first time. My lingering attachment kept me as a lonely spirit in this world. Only she, swaddled in her blankets, could reach for the air in the night as if she could still feel my hand. I watched my husband, Qin Ming, hold our daughter and tremble as he cried over my photograph, guarding our home so tightly that nothing could get in
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I Texted My Brother, 'Save Me,' and He Replied, 'Let's Talk Tomorrow' 我发了哥哥救我，他回了明天说
I was bullied relentlessly at work and had nowhere left to turn. Late one night, I messaged him: “Brother, help me.” He replied with just three words: “We’ll talk tomorrow.” Ever since he brought me home when I was five, my entire youth had belonged to one person: Brother Che. He told me, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here,” and I made those words the only thing I could count on for the rest of my life. I secretly loved him for more than a decade. Even my wish to marry him when I grew up was something
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Let's Switch! The CEO's Intangible Heritage Embroidery Needle 交换吧！总裁的非遗绣花针
When I first met Ling Xiao in Yuming Village, I wanted to sew his mouth shut with a needle. Not because he looked down on my Su embroidery, but because he looked unfairly handsome even when he frowned. Later, I really did it, using my soul to sew itself into his body. On a stormy night, a landslide blocked the road and trapped us in an old shrine. When we woke, I was in his body, worth tens of millions, and he was in mine, holding an embroidery needle. Through his eyes, I saw that a man’s “stren
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