Spicy Rich Girl

Six years ago, she signed the ten-month agreement with all her sorrows, and as agreed, she received the down payment. But when the agreed time came, the buyer did not show up to claim the 'treasure'. What was going on?
Six years later, her precious son surprisingly told her, "Mommy, people might wear the same clothes or drive the same car, but I met someone today who actually has the same face as me! Can you believe it?"
"Don't talk nonsense, how could someone look exactly like you?"
Her son, dissatisfied, pulled his friend out. "Don't you believe me? Just take a look!"
Lin Xiangwan took a glance, then, thud, she fainted, collapsing onto the ground.
Who on earth... is this...?

My CEO Baby Daddy Keeps Falling for My Tricks

Lin Xiangwan, who was at work, received a call from Song Yichen.


She knocked on the door and walked into the office. "Mr. Song, you wanted to see me?"


As soon as she entered, the air was thick with smoke, making her eyes tear up.


Yichen, slouched in a leather chair, stubbed out his lit cigarette in an ashtray and motioned to a seat opposite him. "Sit!"


"Cough, cough..." Xiangwan began to cough, and she looked at him anxiously. "You're not in good health, smoking so much is just reckless!"


"I'm fine, in fact my health is great!" Yichen responded with a smile.


However, his smile only made him look more haggard: unkempt hair, creased clothes, a stained white shirt, gloomy cheeks, dull eyes laced with bloodshot strands. He looked messy, something he'd never been.


"Didn't sleep well last night?" Xiangwan asked out of concern.


"Indeed, I did," Yichen barely nodded and immediately felt a splitting headache. His cheeks flushed.


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