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Books by D断桥残雪
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I Climb the Ranks Despite Being Officially Listed as a Nobody 我顶着查无此人的编制往上爬
On a stormy night, the archives suddenly lost power. Han Zheng, a temp worker, discovered a file in the System that should not have existed. Its subject had been missing for seven years, yet the file continued to update and was even about to advance to a higher position. Even stranger, every time this person moved up to a new position, a spot in the real world just happened to open up. Han Zheng kept quiet and entered his own name. The next day, after four years as a temp, he finally became a pe
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My Ex Wrote Thirty Thousand Words About Me, and the Whole Internet Is Waiting for My Downfall 前任写我三万字，全网等我塌房
At ten in the morning, Xing Jun published a 31,000-character post titled "The Qin Zhao I Knew." At the end was a line in small print: This article is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. That same day, at three in the afternoon, a case was filed in court. Xing Jun was the plaintiff. Qin Zhao and her sixty-year-old mother were the defendants. He must have forgotten one thing: Qin Zhao remembered every single day described in those 31,000 characters
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A Family Heirloom From a Wealthy Clan, Picked Up by My Mom Years Ago 豪门祖传的宝贝，我妈当年收的货
Three years ago, Mrs. Shen said in front of a room full of people, “Your mother was a fraud. This bracelet is fake.” That year, a fire at Jianweitang turned twenty-seven years of accounts to ash. Half a year later, my mother was gone, and no one ever took back the word “fraud.” Three years later, at the Shen family’s charity preview, that same bracelet is displayed under a plaque reading “Ancestral Heirloom of the Shen Family,” waiting to be sold. The appraiser they’ve invited is me. From the ag
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I Died a Hundred Years Ago, Then Returned to the Mountain on My Death Anniversary 我死了一百年，回山赶上自己忌日
On the day Shen Guizhou returned to the mountain, he finished the offerings in front of his own memorial tablet and scared his second senior brother unconscious. His former fiancée's sect chose that very day to come calling, intending to burn their notice of broken engagement in front of his memorial. He borrowed a brush and changed it: I'm the one ending this. Then he pulled out a betrothal gift list. When his fifth senior brother's abacus clicked, the face of the Jade Balance Palace's Grand El
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Journey to the West: One Divination Picks the Generals, Ten Days to Place the Bet or Be Erased 西游：一卦点将落押十日未成则消
The Eighty-One Tribulations were not decreed by fate. They were assigned one by one by the Registry of Tribulations in the Department of Destiny in the Celestial Court. Gan Shouyue has no immortal status, no rank, and no divine powers. In the Celestial Court’s records, he is merely a number: “Bing Seven.” Yet the slips of tribulation he writes with his worn-out brush are ones even the Great Sage Equal to Heaven cannot tear through. His divination asks neither for good fortune nor bad. It asks ju
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My Mom Married into His Family, and I Don't Dare Call Him Brother 我妈嫁进他家，我不敢叫他哥
The year my mother married into the Jiang family, I was sixteen. On my first night there, I started a ledger for the household: 480 yuan for a school uniform, 320 for a backpack, and 21,360 for seventeen new outfits. Jiang An cut off every price tag, so I looked up each item by its barcode. He put a bank card in my drawer, and I returned it untouched. I worked part-time to save for tuition, wanting only to move out on the day I came of age, without taking a single thing with me. Until one night,
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