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Books by Lucky Meow Meow
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Fanqie books matched on the author's name.
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Why Does the Villainous Tycoon Keep Saying I Want to Sleep with Him? 反派大佬总说我想和他生米煮饭？
[Lighthearted and funny + sweet romance, one-on-one + transmigrate into a book + the male lead targets imaginary enemies, battling wits with thin air every day] [Money-loving, career-driven villainess × self-deluding, lovestruck male lead] Shen Zhaozhao transmigrates into a book. Good news: she'd read the book. Bad news: she'd only read the table of contents! She plans to rely on her imagined plot to crush scumbags, take down scheming green-tea women and fake sweethearts, and get the wayward She
113Reads8.2Score—Shelves
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I’ll Never Forgive You! After the Legitimate Daughter Was Cast Aside, Her Family Regretted It 永不原谅！嫡女被弃后全家后悔了
[Everyone Regrets It + Sweet Romance + Face-Slapping] In her previous life, Ye Tanxi was cherished by everyone. Her life should have gone smoothly. But just to save an outsider, the father and eldest brother who were supposed to care only for her personally brought about her death. Now, reborn, she cuts ties with her selfish, cruel father, dumps her hypocritical, self-righteous elder brother, and gives her fake-kind stepmother a taste of her own medicine. In this life, she'll live only for herse
12Reads—Score—Shelves
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A Warm Marriage by Proxy: The CEO’s Beloved Little Wife 替嫁暖婚：总裁欢宠小小妻
“You’re the one I want.” He takes off his glasses, and his bewitchingly wicked smile ensnares her. She signs a contract selling herself, then foolishly becomes his stand-in bride. Only after giving birth to his heir does she realize she has completely fallen for Hang Shaoze, the cunning schemer. At last, she can’t take it anymore. “I want a divorce.” He nods obediently. “Go ahead. I’m yours now anyway, so I belong to you.” She fumes. “Get lost!” He smiles. “Darling, where would you like me to ro
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The Seventy-Seventh Cure 第七十七次治愈
At seventeen, Zhang Xiyang found a box of nearly expired antidepressants beside a dumpster in the alley behind a restaurant. He secretly slipped the pills into his pocket, hiding them the way he hid the similar scars on his wrist. When Qi Xi, nineteen, came back, she saw the frail boy swallowing pills mixed with rainwater. “Spit them out.” She turned his chin toward her. “You can't take this medicine like that.” He curled up between the damp cardboard boxes like an abandoned puppy. “Sis, am I...
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