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Books by I'm Shahua
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From the Fanqie books we index, matched on the author's name.
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After Transmigrating to the 1970S, I Actually Repaid Kindness with Betrayal 穿越到七零后，我居然恩将仇报了
After opening her eyes upon surviving her tribulation, Ling Xiaoxiao thinks she has ascended. Instead, she has transmigrated once again. That would be bad enough, but why has her new life turned into a pastoral adventure? She farms, raises children, flirts with handsome men, and cultivates. One day, she’ll finally ascend again and live forever, never to die or fade away. Wait, why is this husband of mine, whom I married for convenience, cultivating even faster than I am???
321Reads8.2Score—Shelves
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Transmigrating to the ’70S: Going Crazy Is My Specialty 穿越七零忙，发疯我在行
Period setting + mischievous heroine + fiercely protective + love-hate relationship + pocket dimension + abundant supplies + marriage first, love later One moment, she was shoved out by the zombie king. In the blink of an eye, a broad-shouldered woman knocked her to the ground. She opened her eyes and went straight into action. She had been busy making money and leveling up in the countryside. But before she could enjoy the good life for long, the blind military officer who couldn’t stand Wu Xia
12Reads—Score—Shelves
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Transmigrate into a Book: In the Seventies Countryside, I'm Busy Raising Kids 穿书七零：我在乡下忙着养崽
Liu Ting was a 26-year-old young woman who had never been in a relationship. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the quilt covering her. As it turned out, the underworld had mistakenly taken her soul, and she was compensated with a pocket dimension. Now she never has to worry about food, drink, or daily necessities. What makes Liu Ting even happier is that she gets to be a mom without the pain of childbirth. Her husband's allowance gets sent home, her in-laws come home early, a
1Reads—Score—Shelves
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Transmigrate into a Book: In the 1980S, I Somehow Became a Minor Cannon Fodder 穿书八零：我居然是个小炮灰
After Xing Beibei fell into the water, she suddenly awakened. Meow, what? This is my second life? It doesn't matter that my husband is dead. I'll focus on my career from now on. But after being kidnapped, she realized: why does this meow look so familiar? Isn't this the man who died young? Forget it. If it's the man who died young, I can wash him up and make do with him.
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