Sweet Sago

The eminent Jincheng Jiang Family adopted two sisters, the younger sister Jiang Fanyue was sensible and gracious, talented and beautiful, while the elder sister Jiang Zhe was ignorant, unaccomplished in anything.
When their destitute biological family came knocking, the Jiang Family couldn't wait to pack Jiang Zhe off and keep Jiang Fanyue; the family wealth, reputation, the status of being the heiress, the fiancé—all henceforth had nothing to do with Jiang Zhe.
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Jiang Zhe stepped into her own family's home, her eyes full of skepticism. Could the precious Tang Dynasty painting on the wall be authentic? Were the bowls used for serving vegetables and soup made from the unique material of gilded cloisonné?
What happened to the so-called impoverished family?
What, there's also a top-tier fiancé from a leading Beijing family?
Can she call off the engagement?
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The magnate cornered her against the wall, pulling her into his embrace, "What do you think, Madam?"
"I'm so poor in studies I fail everything, I don't deserve to join an affluent family."
The magnate pulled out her perfect-score college entrance exam paper.
"I'm good for nothing, incapable of everything."
The magnate lifted the veil off her identities as a Divine Doctor, designer, hacker, composer... and so on.
He tenderly quipped, "I'll work hard, to prove myself worthy of you, Madam."
【Since my childhood, I have been without desires or demands, but the moment I laid eyes on you, for that brief second, I prayed to the gods and Buddhas—I yearned for you—Qin Jingchen.】

Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl

Jiang Zhe felt Qin Jingchen's gaze on her the whole time, she looked up in his direction and met his eyes.


The man revealed a shallow smile and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, exposing his well-built forearms and wrists.


Yang Feiliu, who can't fly, had just sent a message: I have no idea who it is, but someone recently offered a huge sum just to buy the sound of someone playing piano. The selected ones get a reward of fifty million. Not that I'm saying it, but why don't you give it a try?


Yang Feiliu, who can't fly: Fine, I know you find it troublesome. But quite a few people are scouring everywhere for piano sounds to send their way, though it seems they all got rejected. Who knows what kind of piano sound the backer wants! Would Mozart's work? How about Chopin's, or Liszt's?


Chapter 32: Desire is her appearance, purity is her underlying nature