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Power and Ink 权墨
When he was four, he stood outside the threshold of the main courtyard and watched his legitimate elder brother, Liu Yan, sit on their father's lap as he learned to read. Their father smiled warmly, pointing to the characters on the page and reading them aloud one by one. Liu Mo stood in the fine rain at the end of March. No one invited him inside. He stood there for a long time. Long enough for the drizzle to soak through his thin clothes. Long enough for his stepmother, Madam Zhou, to pass ben
63Reads6.9Score107Shelves
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Loyal and Filial to the End 忠孝两全
My name is Chen Mo. Everyone in the gang calls me “Smiling Mo.” Because I love to smile. I smile no matter what. The day the boss took a liking to my wife, I smiled as I escorted her to his bed. When he took a liking to my two younger sisters, I smiled and sent them along, too. I told them, “This is a blessing.” I was there the day my master was beheaded. The boss patted my shoulder and said, “Chen Mo, your master’s position will be yours from now on.” I knelt and kowtowed three times, smiling a
16Reads—Score102Shelves
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The Sole-Power Chancellor’s Soul Travels to the Modern Era, Where He Storms the Entertainment Industry 独权丞相魂穿现代怒闯演艺圈
Pei Wenyuan, the young chancellor who once held all the power in Great Yan, falls from grace and transmigrates into the modern world as a debt-ridden, fired, obscure entertainer. Penniless, hounded by debt collectors on all sides, and at the mercy of everyone in showbiz. But no one knows that hidden inside this down-and-out body is a legendary statesman, a master of political intrigue and human nature. Fighting over opportunities, scheming, and battling for power in the entertainment industry?
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Cultivating Immortality Begins with Guarding a Corpse 修仙从守尸开始
At dawn, you’re jolted awake by a knock at the door. Your mother’s voice comes from outside. “Time to get up.” But your mother was buried seven days ago. You peer through the crack in the door. Your mother is standing there with breakfast, smiling kindly. But her smile is exactly the same one that was stitched onto her face before the funeral. Then she states the second rule: “No matter who opens the door for you, don’t let anyone else inside.” Before you can react, your own voice comes from beh
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