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Books by 水杉
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The Day I Drank Meng Po’s Soup, the Demon Venerable Father and Son Wept with Regret 喝下孟婆汤那天，魔尊父子悔哭了
On the day Xuan Zhi married the Heavenly Realm’s Imperial Princess, I rose from the River of Oblivion, ready to be reincarnated. Lady Meng asked me what I would do if the Crown Prince of the Demon Clan missed his mother. I shook my head. “He won’t. He said long ago that having a mortal mother like me was a disgrace to him. I could never compare to the Heavenly Realm’s Imperial Princess his father is marrying.” “She’s the one he wants as his mother.” The Demon Lord didn’t like having a wife with
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Her Wedding, My Funeral 她的婚礼，我的葬礼
The day I was diagnosed with cancer, my wife announced her wedding plans with a hot young star. Her agent asked if she should let me know. My wife's expression was dismissive. “Ah Li and I have a new drama coming out soon. If we don't take advantage of this chance to ride the wave of publicity, how is my career supposed to take off?” “As for Qin Mo, it's better not to tell him. He'll just cry and make a scene again.” I turned away and quietly made a phone call. “Professor, about that drug
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The Cold-Faced Prince's Scheming Wife 冷面王爷腹黑妻
She married him despite his disability and wanted to escape, only to find it harder and harder. Oh well, if she loves him, then she loves him! The first time, alone with him, she wanted to steal a kiss. The second time, on their wedding night, she hoped he would kiss her. The third time, sharing a bed, she carefully arranged a romantic surprise for him. But every attempt ended in failure. Could he be hiding some terrible secret? The certain prince, who had been watching her for ages, finally cou
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Three Years After My Death, My Fiancée Performed My Autopsy Herself 我死后三年，未婚妻亲自为我尸检
Three years ago, I was a hotshot star lawyer. But while visiting a victim, I was ambushed by my fiancée’s first love. He smashed my face with a rock, shoved my body into a suitcase, and sank it in a river. After that, he used my name to extort money from the victim, then framed me for fleeing with the stolen cash. My fiancée believed every word he said and even testified in court, ensuring I would be remembered as a disgrace. Three years later, the river dried up during a drought, and someone fo
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