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

Ji Sen took her to a bar. It was not yet open for business, so it was quite chaotic inside.


The band was setting up the stage, rigging the lights, with clusters of cables strewn on the floor.


Several servers were chatting in groups while some scantily-clad, disheveled women puffed cigarettes, clearly not very decent folks.


When they saw Ji Sen, everyone cheerfully greeted him, referring to him affectionately as "Brother Sen".


Ji Sen, sometimes nodding in response, sometimes not, guided Lin Xiangwan into a room at the back.


The room was quite simply furnished. It featured a large desk and a large chair. A large sofa occupied one corner. There was a bathroom and a large bed. That was all.


Lin Xiangwan looked around. "Are you here again to check out the place?"


Ji Sen exhaled a puff of smoke and nodded. "Pretty much, yeah."


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