Road of Flowers

As soon as she opened her eyes, Bai Lian found herself in the body of a notorious and spoiled young lady.
She heard her father was a new and rising star in Beicheng, self-made with a far-reaching reputation;
Her older illegitimate brother was a genius who had topped the city exams and went off to Jiangjing University;
The younger illegitimate sister from the adjacent international class was a multi-talented school beauty, gentle and well-mannered;
Her fiancé was a golden boy of finance, a scholarly idol in school who had never even glanced at her properly…
And she was just an unremarkable person with low intelligence, an ordinary person, kicked out of the house right from the start.
Bai Lian: Fine, then she'll just have to study hard and strive to be an ordinary person~
Everyone (with a mysterious smiling face): ...are you sure about that??
The young lady sent to Xiangcheng with no background, ignorant and unlearned, everyone could step on her... but they can't move her???
[A uniquely stunning, lazy and capricious female protagonist who annihilates anyone who crosses her vs. a noble, cool, and dominating male protagonist with an IQ that crushes everyone present]
PS: Both the male and female leads are very suave. This story is all about satisfying reads without much logic, so please don't delve too deeply into the logic, thanks.
Message: Love learning, be a good person.

The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

But as the needle dropped, a hint of hesitation flickered in his eyes.


Xiaoqi's golden needle would not come off for another hour, and Bai Lian got up and walked outside.


Ji Heng pointed at a spot with his hand, signaling Jiang Fulai to insert the needle, "A flat needle would do."


It was a pink poppy, with incredibly fine stitches.


One could see the dewdrops on the petals, clear and about to fall.


Ji Heng had already finished embroidering the dewdrops; only the colors on the petal remained incomplete. Jiang Fulai followed Ji Heng's directions and stitched several times.


Lifting his head, his light-colored eyes looked at Ji Heng, an aura of solitary indifference around him, inquiring how his own stitching was.


Ji Heng observed the color Jiang Fulai had filled in.


The pink was filled in, but... just like the rigidly accurate diagram he drew.


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