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Books by 晴空云端梦
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After Becoming the Villain’s Drama-Queen Wife, the CEO Pursues Her Fiercely 穿成反派小作精后，总裁追妻超凶
“What’s it like to transmigrate into the universally hated villainess and troublemaker? The original owner was cursed out of show business for framing the real heiress and obsessively clinging to Gu Feng. On the day Lin Yao arrives, the System presents three choices: ① Keep pursuing Gu Feng (Reward: 3 trending hate topics, 24 hours of lowered intelligence); ② Publicly insult Su Tang (Penalty: dirt on your past gets exposed, and your reputation is ruined); ③ Call off the engagement yourself (Rewa
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The Billion-Yuan Spendthrift System and My Unlucky Life as a Billionaire 十亿败家系统与我的冤种首富人生
In the alley behind a bar, Wang Dachui's fiancee publicly tears up their marriage contract. "A lousy bartender like you thinks you're worthy of marrying me?" She strides off in her high heels as the onlookers' laughter pierces his ears. But the very next second: "Ding! The Ten-Billionaire System has activated. First mission: Make the woman who broke off your engagement regret it within three days. Reward: one billion yuan in cash!" The man ground into the mud wipes the blood from the corner of h
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Frost and Radiance on a Night of Ashes 烬夜霜华
Shen Shuang transmigrates into a book as the illegitimate daughter of the antagonist's legitimate elder sister, and is forced to become a servant to the Demon Lord, Luo Tianyi. To change her fate, she disguises herself as a low-ranking maid and patiently lies low. As she exposes a conspiracy, she also finds herself falling for the aloof Demon Lord she remembers. When the truth comes to light, she must face both her younger brother, an antagonist gone dark, and the terrible blood feud borne by th
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Reincarnation Cultivation: You're Saying I'm a Resurrection Vessel? 轮回修炼：你说我是复活容器？
In the weeds of the Dark Iron Sword Grave, a swaddled infant clenched his fists. He had no idea the dark red mark branded on his dantian was a verdict of “defying fate,” personally inscribed by the Heavenly Dao. A discarded baby with ruined meridians, rejected by the laws of heaven and earth with every breath. For eighteen years, the old blacksmith’s hammer could not shatter the stubbornness in his bones. For eighteen years, the fire of the Dark Iron Furnace could not burn away the resentment
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