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

"The boss of Huatai is downright cruel. He's got plenty of money but refuses to pay us our wages. We haven't received last year's pay, and after the New Year, he had us work yet failed to settle our wages for three months — promising to pay another three months' worth by June, which he still hasn't!" The contractor, dishevelled and ragged from evidently living rough, voiced his sorrows.


Lin Xiangwan was guilt-ridden as though she was the one who owed them the money.


She couldn't help but question herself. Why was she feeling this way? Qin Muchuan, that bastard, and her were not the same, they were on opposite sides.


"Good people get good returns, and the disgusting capitalists will get their comeuppance sooner or later!" Lin Xiangwan spoke indignantly.


"That's right, we always curse their boss, wishing his children to be born impotent, his wife raped!" another construction worker said grimly.


Upon hearing this, Lin Xiangwan was shocked. Weren't they cursing her and her child?


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