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My Son-In-Law Broke Off the Engagement, and I Took Control of the Dragon King Meeting
The Su family's crystal chandelier made my eyes hurt. I stood in the middle of the hall, holding the red marriage certificate in my hand, my fingertips turning white. All around were relatives of the Su family, and a few wealthy people I didn't know. Each of them was holding a glass of red wine, and their eyes looked like they were watching a show. "Shen Moyan, sign it." Su Wan stood in front of me, wearing a white dress with exquisite makeup. The diamond necklace around her neck reflected the d
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Prodigal Son: Burning Opium for Penicillin
The fire illuminated the whole yard as bright as day. I stood at the door of the warehouse, watching the piles of opium boxes inside crackling in the fire, and the pungent smell of burning filled my nose. Thick smoke rose into the sky, dyeing half of the sky dark red. Several dockworkers ran out of the warehouse carrying oil barrels and shouted to me: "Master Shen, the last barrel has been poured!" I nodded, my throat a little dry. The boxes were emblazoned with the emblem of the British East In
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Doomsday Takeout, Unbeatable Food Delivery Lottery
On the seventh day of hunger, I could no longer tell whether the buzzing in my head was the flies or the howling of my stomach. Nestled behind a shelf in an abandoned supermarket, I stared at the expired packet of potato chips in front of me for ten minutes. The shelf life was three months early, and the oil inside seeped out of the packaging bag, sticking together in a sticky mess. But my Adam's apple still rolled. The end came so damn suddenly. On June 13th, Saturday, I was still delivering my
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I Can See the Truth Behind the Ghost Stories
The night is as thick as ink that cannot be melted. On the outskirts of Jiangcheng City, a sanatorium that had been abandoned for decades was like a giant beast dormant in the darkness, lying silently among the grassy mountains. On the rusty iron door, the five characters "Scarlet Sanatorium" exuded an indescribable strangeness under the pale moonlight. Lin Ye stood in front of the iron gate and tightened the old coat that had turned white from washing. In the early autumn night in Jiangcheng, t
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