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The Client Offered Me Three Million to Destroy My Husband. The day Miss Wen opened the door to my office, she brought a manila folder—in it were the men she wanted to destroy and two dead women. She offered me three million to make Zhou Jibai lose cleanly in court. I answered. A month later I discovered that Ms. Wen's evidence was forged and she knew that Zhou Jibai was my husband half a year ago. As for the policy I pried out from the secret compartment of my husband's closet, my name was written in the beneficiary column. Behind Miss Wen is a gang t 2Favorites—Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Seventy-Two Hours After Her Death I am a psychology blogger with three million followers, and I am also the wife of one of the "sweetest couples" recognized by the entire Internet. In the three years after my marriage, I saved 17 injury examination reports and made hundreds of audio recordings. Everyone thought I died from depression and fell into the river. In fact, I hid in an old bungalow and watched the 72nd hour after my death. My preset live broadcast went online on time. In the first scene, the entire network shed tears b 1Favorites—Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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I Married the Man Who Killed My Father I married the man who killed my father. After his "death", the four wives lived in the old house for seven days, and he "himself" revealed who was the favorite. On the first day, someone gave themselves laxatives to frame me. On the second day, a necklace appeared under my pillow. On the third day, there was a knife beside my pillow. I didn't defend myself, I just sealed the evidence as it was. There are sandalwood, medicine bags, and cameras hidden in the blind corner of the surveillance camer 1Favorites—Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Sky-High Commission: Play Myself I am a professional "curtain caller" who specializes in playing the role of deceased relatives for dying people. A commission of three million came to my door, asking me to play the role of Cheng Shuang, a five-year-old girl who drowned, to accompany her father in the final stages of his lung cancer. Three million, three to four weeks, money is troublesome, but I took it. Learning dialects, memorizing information, and imitating accents all went extremely smoothly. Until I found a note under the —Favorites—Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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On the Third Day After My Best Friend Died, Her Account Was Updated On the third day after best friend Shen Sheng died, her video account was updated. A tutorial on sweet and sour pork ribs, two minutes and 47 seconds, gained 800,000 followers. The entire network celebrated a false alarm. I was the only one who saw the flaw: a right-handed person chops vegetables with his left hand, and the real smile is half a beat different from the AI smile. This is not Shen Sheng, but a corpse resurrected by AI. Following the fake video, it was found that her boyfriend Z —Favorites—Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Dressed as an Abandoned Concubine, I Use ICU Technology to Usurp the Throne She was transformed into the cannon fodder and abandoned concubine in the palace drama, and was strangled by the emperor at the beginning. He was poisoned and was about to die. I pulled out the gold hairpin with my backhand: Shixuan was bleeding, the human body was deeply stabbed, and the trachea was incised. After a set of ICU first aid, the emperor survived. He stared at me and asked: Who are you? I said: The consultation fee is 20,000 taels, cash or credit? In the cold palace, I hung up a wo —Favorites—Clicks/ch—Nutrition