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365 Days of Chasing My Wife: Honey, Come Home with Me
Driven to the brink with nowhere left to turn, she found him reaching out to help her. She glanced at him coolly. “Can I trust you?” He gazed into her empty eyes. “Marry me, and I’ll protect you for the rest of your life.” She had thought he was only doing it for her brother’s sake. They would be respectful but distant after their marriage of convenience, but who could have guessed that the calculating Big Boss would break their agreement? She decided running away was her best option, but no mat
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Reborn Daughter of a Famous Family
Jian You always thought she was happy, but when she heard her stepmother, sister and her husband's conspiracy to kill herself and the child in her belly, she realized that people's hearts are sinister. Reborn at the age of eighteen, Qianjin returns with a high profile, for revenge. Kick away the scumbag, beat the stepmother and sister to death, expose their plots to the world one by one, and let them die a miserable death! But, the man who disdained her in the previous life actually tried to ple
17kHeat9.6kPopularity1.3kReaders
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Baby, Here I Come: Don't Speak, Kiss Me
Years later, Mr. Gu saw the little dumpling beside her. “Sweetheart, be good and come home with Daddy. Don’t take after your mommy.” The little dumpling looked at him doubtfully. “Uncle, I already have a daddy.” “I’m your daddy.” The little dumpling gave him an unmistakably disdainful glance. “Everyone says you’re my uncle. Uncle, you have no shame.” Mr. Gu: “…”
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Genius Baby: Where Did Daddy Go?
My name is Xia Xiaobai, and I’m five years old. I also have a little brother named Xia Xiaohan. Thank goodness he isn’t called Xia Xiaohei, or it would sound absolutely awful. Mommy told me our absent dad died an untimely death. No, he died of syphilis. Good thing he’s gone. Having a dad like that would be so embarrassing, wouldn’t it? Lots of uncles look at Mommy like wolves spotting their prey, their eyes gleaming green. No, they make all sorts of solemn promises. My little brother and I don’t
14kHeat9.4kPopularity918Readers