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Books by 苦笑人生
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From the Start, I Stockpiled Over Ten Billion and Became a Tycoon in the Seventies 开局囤货超百亿，我在七零当首富
In her previous life, she was a cold, high-powered CEO with a terminal illness. While doing charity work, she stumbled upon a pocket dimension and brought a fortune in supplies with her when her soul crossed into the body of a poor orphan girl in a parallel world in the 1970s. She planned to lie flat, but the System told her that the parallel world rejected her because her soul had crossed over. She would have to make as much money as possible to live freely. To make good money, she refuses to
358Reads6.8Score—Shelves
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Siheyuan: Terminally Ill, I Marry Qin Huairu from the Start 四合院，绝症的我开局娶妻秦淮茹
Chen Yu, one of the world’s top three bodyguards, was betrayed by his teammates and blown to pieces. He is reborn in a 1950s courtyard compound. A hell-mode start: terminally ill and unlikely to survive a month, orphaned, and with his property coveted by the neighbors. His life hangs by a thread! In this desperate situation, the [Marry a Wife to Extend Your Life System] activates. To complete the mission of marrying a beautiful wife and extending his life, Chen Yu wastes no time and goes straig
23Reads5.9Score—Shelves
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The Ming Dynasty Famine Refugee Who Gets Packages from the Future Every Day 大明逃荒女，每天收到未来快递
A modern athlete with an elite national ranking dies after being hit by a truck while saving a cat. When she opens her eyes again, she has transmigrated into a book as a doomed refugee girl. To make matters worse, it's the autumn of Hongwu Year 30 of the Ming Dynasty, and the Jingnan Campaign is about to begin. What should she do? Her fiancé abandons her, her father goes missing, and her mother is gravely ill. Things go wrong from the start. After saving someone, she gains the heroine's speci
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Young Master Lu Pretended to Be His Sister and Cried 陆少他装妹妹装哭了
For three years, I spoiled the most prized young master in Jincheng like he was my little sister. The first time we met, he was in an alley behind a street, hurt by accident, with tears streaming down his face. I snatched his handkerchief to wipe the blood and snapped, “Go on, get out of here.” Only later did I learn that it was the first time anyone had seen him cry without despising him. So he made a decision: get everyone to play along so I would keep thinking he was a girl. For those thre
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