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Books by 桔柚
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My Eight-Month-Pregnant Daughter Was Forced to Become a Blood Slave for a Tycoon. I Took My Family's Military Honors and Knelt at the Military District Gates 孕八月的女儿被逼给财阀当血奴，我带着全家功勋跪在军区门口
On New Year's Eve, my eight-month-pregnant daughter and son-in-law are late getting off work. Worried sick, I go out to look for them. By a dumpster, I find my son-in-law with both legs broken, barely clinging to life. When I find my daughter, the baby has already been cut from her womb. My daughter and grandchild have become blood slaves to the daughter of a wealthy family suffering from leukemia. They have me beaten until I'm seriously injured, then throw me into a hospital corridor like a dea
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My Wife Made the Man She Loved Get My Whole Family Killed, Then She Went Mad with Regret When I Regained My Memories 妻子为白月光害我全家惨死，我恢复记忆后她悔疯了
Four years ago, I fell off a cliff and disappeared. When my parents heard the news, an experiment went wrong, and they died in the explosion. My grandfather suffered a sudden stroke and passed away soon after. My fiancée, Ye Nanqin, searched the bottom of the cliff for me every day. Meanwhile, the family business was on the verge of bankruptcy, and my seven-year-old sister became a target for the creditors to take out their anger on. By the time Ye Nanqin arrived, my sister had been seriously in
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My Wife Aborted Our Twins for Her Lover, but After Being Reborn, I Gracefully Let Them Be Together 老婆为情人打掉双胎，重生后我大方成全
At the New Year’s Eve dinner, my wife couldn’t stop throwing up. After taking her pulse, I discovered she was two months pregnant, and carrying twins at that. She looked conflicted and joked, “Honey, I’m not ready yet. Can we have a baby later?” I smiled calmly. “What you want matters most.” In my previous life, I did everything I could to prove I could take care of her and the children, and persuaded her to keep the twins. I never expected that the two children I raised alone would both cry and
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