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Books by Qie Mo
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The Empress Drives the Tyrant Mad by Reloading Her Save 娘娘靠读档逼疯暴君
[The short drama The Bewitching Consort Captivates Hearts, and the Tyrant Loses Control is now available] Liu Zhiyuan transmigrates into a book. The bad news: the moment she arrives, the tyrant is about to beat her to death with clubs. The good news: she can reload and try again! And so begins the dog emperor’s miserable life. One second he’s bathing and getting dressed; the next, his clothes are gone. One second he’s just fallen asleep; the next, he’s stuffing his face. One second he’s finished
22.6kReads8.1Score4.2kShelves
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The Lucky Husband of a Cannon-Fodder Heiress 穿成炮灰真千金的耀祖夫君
Qiao Yanan was brilliant, brave, and exceptionally talented at strategy. Neither her knowledge nor her abilities were inferior to any man’s. Yet because she was a woman, she lost to her utterly useless younger half-brother. Her father said, “A woman has to marry sooner or later. The Qiao family’s business must never fall into the hands of an outsider. You have only yourself to blame for being a woman.” Her fiancé said, “What man doesn’t cheat? I only did what men everywhere do. You have only
5.3kReads—Score806Shelves
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After Reading His Wife's Mind, Mr. Huo Nearly Checked Into a Psychiatric Hospital 读夫人心后，霍总差点进精神病院
Yun Jianyue transmigrated into a book, becoming the vicious, cannon-fodder wife of a ruthless villainous tycoon. A month after their wedding, she cheated with a young pretty boy, and the big boss broke her legs and threw her into the sea to feed the sharks. Yikes! What a tragic ending. Divorce, she had to get divorced! [Why is he looking at me like that? Did he find out I used his towel to mop the floor last night?] Mr. Huo was incredulous. [Why is he still staring? Did he also find out I u
2.9kReads8.4Score282Shelves
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I Got Possessed by a Bug 我被一只虫子上身了
I picked up a five-thousand-year-old bronze mirror for three cents and bought a stone stele from the Han dynasty for two yuan, until a girl in military uniform asked me, “Just how deep can your eyes see?” I’m a gold-devouring bug. Eight thousand years of cultivation are gone, but my talent remains. In the 1960s, there’s “junk” everywhere, but all I see is gold.
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