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Daiyu Reborn: Splendor at the Lin Family Gate 黛玉重生之锦绣林门
Burn the drafts and cut off all affection? Die of tears? No. In this life, I, Lin Daiyu, am done putting up with it! Reborn at six, on the eve of Mother’s “death from illness”? Perfect. Watch me work miracles, expose the mastermind, and defy fate! An invitation from the Jia family? The wealth and splendor of Jinling? Sorry, I’m busy building my career and a business empire. I have no time for domestic scheming! Madam Wang, Prince Zhongshun’s household, and all you petty villains: I’ll collect ev
682Reads5.8Score—Shelves
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Transmigrating to the Stars: Matched with Ten Bigwigs from the Start 穿越星际：开局匹配十个大佬
Also known as Transmigrating to the Stars: My Ten Bewitching Husbands After transmigrating into the body of a good-for-nothing in the interstellar world, I became the only “gene repairer” in the entire universe. A deranged marshal, a scheming minister, a bloodthirsty beast king… These ten bewitching men stand at the pinnacle of power. Only I can heal their broken genes and their mad love for me. Now, they are my husbands and my subjects. Darling, tell me, who should I “favor” first tonight?
53Reads—Score—Shelves
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The Grave Robbers' Chronicles: My System Keeps Trying to Get Me Killed 盗墓笔记：我的系统总在坑我作死
Ling Xiao was up late devouring The Grave Robbers' Chronicles when she cried out the heartfelt wish of every single dog, gazing at her fictional crushes: “I wish I could date them!” Who knew that the next moment, the world would spin and she’d be transported straight into the book, with a nightmare from the start: alone, in her pajamas, crouched in front of the terrifying bronze gate at the Cloud-Top Palace, the kind that could make a little kid cry! Worse still, a freshly installed beginner’s g
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A National Treasure of a Couch Potato: My Country Wants Me to Lie Back and Win 国宝级咸鱼，国家让我躺赢啦
> The day I bound myself to the “Civilization Reception Station” System, I was fretting over my instant noodles having no ham in them. > System: [Host detected. Please provide basic reception services for higher-dimensional visitors. Reward: complete controlled nuclear fusion technology.] > Clutching a bag of chips and trembling, I said, “I'm just a useless little snack!” > The nation swooped in to take over: “Don't be scared, kiddo! We'll handle the technology and the missions. You just eat wel
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