Qiao Yishui

Gu Huai'an, a young scion of the No. 01 Courtyard Manor, had become the chief commander at Dragon Aviation Command Center at a very young age.
He was known for his cold demeanor and seldom smiled or laughed.
Not only did he come from a distinguished family, but he was also the unattainable gem of Beidu No. 01 Courtyard Mansion.
Suddenly one day, he heard someone calling him "little brother."
When he followed the voice, a pretty girl with an indifferent face asked, "Excuse me, sir, do I know you?"
Yet at the same time:
【Wow, little brother is so handsome.】
【There are mountains beyond mountains, buildings beyond buildings, but little brother is handsome and gentle.】
【Little brother, hug!】
Gu Huai'an: ……
The little girl's mouth, deceptive as a ghost's.
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Song Yunuan transmigrated into a period novel and became a minor villainess who was soon eliminated – a role too small to be smaller.
On her first day in the book, she stood in the Song family courtyard, trying hard to recall why the entire Song family would be wiped out in the story.
In the end, she failed to notice the collective petrified expressions of the Song family members.
Later…
Her father became the richest man, her brother a top lawyer, her younger brother a scientist, her younger aunt a singer, and even her grandmother became a landlady.
She herself turned into everyone's beloved darling.
Song Yunuan: What happened to the hellish start I was promised?

Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Old Man Song didn't delay; he hurried the horse-drawn carriage to the county town.


By the time they arrived at the entrance of the performing arts group, they realized they had come early, and there were hardly any people there.


Song Yunuan was holding a large tea jar—a white porcelain one with bright red characters printed on it.


Wrapped in a towel, inside was honeysuckle tea.


As people gradually started to arrive, the three from Song Yunuan's party began to stick out.


Most notably, Little Asheng's trousers had patches on the knees; even though the stitches were meticulously done, they were still immediately noticeable.


Song Ting had made an effort to dress up today, but her clothes were not new, nor were her shoes leather, and she wasn't wearing a scarf. Compared to the city girls here, she was definitely more than a little behind.


Chapter 42 This is what speaking up gets you, kneel_1