JJWXC catalogue
Books by 燕歌行
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Can This Vicious Legal Mother Still Redeem Herself? 恶毒嫡母还能洗白吗
The main story is complete, so feel free to jump in! My new novel, The Chief Secretary Is My Childhood Betrothed, starts updating on April 1 at 6 p.m. Please support it, cuties! …Blurb… They say behind every tragic heroine there's a mean and vicious legal mother and a cold, biased father. Jian Zhen says she's unlucky: she's that vicious legal mother. And she's already done so much wrong that she can't possibly redeem herself. Crying.jpg For the sake of those plump l
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The Chief Minister Is My Childhood Betrothed 首辅大人是我童养夫
After an unexpected transmigration, Chang Ying tearfully pinched her malnourished little arms and legs, then accepted without a flicker of emotion the ramshackle hut that even mice wouldn't visit. To keep her family from starving, she put the perfume recipes she'd spent years collecting in her previous life to use. She worked diligently to help her family prosper, and along the way, helped a down-and-out young scholar. From its humble beginnings, the Chang family's perfume shop gradually becam
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I Led the Entire Sect to Ascension 我带领全宗门飞升了
Shang Yiwei transmigrated into a brutal xianxia world. Not far outside her door, cultivators fought each other to the death, blood flowing everywhere. Inside, she was all skinny arms and legs, with no way to defend herself. To stay alive, she immediately packed her things and ran, eventually becoming a disciple of Tianyan Sect. Outside the sect, a super-powerful expert protected them around the clock. Inside, her fellow disciples were refined and easygoing. Shang Yiwei was moved to tears by s
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The Female CEO's Substitute Game 女霸总的替身游戏
The day Jiang Zhao was driven out of the Jiang family home, he stood in the heavy rain, his pride nearly broken. At the end of his rope, a hand with vivid red nails lifted his chin. In the rain, the woman was stunningly beautiful, proud and flamboyant. Her cold nail traced his cheek, and she gave a satisfied click of her tongue. “Come with me.” He should have hated her. His pride would never allow him to become a canary in a cage, a plaything. But when the woman's red lips drew near, her p
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