JJWXC catalogue
Books by Not Yet Grown
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From the JJWXC books we index, matched on the author's name.
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The Plan to Take Down My Ex-Husband 搞垮前夫计划
A quick plug: New novel: The Crown Prince's Feeding Guide Please click and add it to your favorites! In her previous life, Gu Xiaozhi married Lu Tingzheng at sixteen. Jealous rivalries, the pain of losing a child, the destruction of her family: she experienced it all. At twenty-six, she finally ended their tumultuous life together with a pot of poisoned wine. Now that she has returned to the past, back to the age of fourteen when she first met Lu Tingzheng, she has one thing to say: it's too b
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The Crown Prince's Feeding Handbook 太子投喂手册
My new novel is out: "(Reborn) Using My Husband to Climb the Ladder." Please roll around and add it to your collection! A secretly domineering, darkly devoted male lead who spoils her rotten x an ambitious, unflappable female lead who never holds back Blurb for "The Crown Prince's Feeding Manual": A seemingly foolish but secretly clever, timid, and straightforward young woman x a seemingly domineering, arrogant crown prince who's actually a goofball with a mouth full of filthy jokes Cui Baolin
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Rising to Power Through My Husband (Reborn) 挟夫上位（重生）
I've started a new story, please add it to your favorites~ A reserved, cunning, doting male lead x an ambitious, composed, sharp-tongued female lead Blurb In her previous life, Shen Jia thought she was a lucky charm through and through. Her stepmother and stepsister framed her for having an affair with one of her father's subordinates, and even staged a compromising scene to prove it. But instead of being thrown into a pond as she expected, she was happily married off by her crafty old father.
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Damn the West Wind 堪恨西风
After the rain, the water reflects the rosy clouds. The tide recedes, leaving sand along the shore. Leaves rustle in the cold, their sounds drifting through the window screen. How hateful that the west wind blows the world into change, and blows me, too, to the edge of the earth. Lonely, the ancient splendor. The sun sets again over the Black-Clothed Lane. Speak of rise and fall: whose house do the swallows enter? Only countless geese flying south, together with the bright moon, spend the night
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