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's gaze seemed to scrutinize Ouyang Yuan, but it might as well have been just a casual glance.


Many people had seen Jiang Zhe write this calligraphy with their own eyes, so how had it become Lan Jun's work?


Yet, Ouyang Yuan's words were more convincing than those of anyone else present.


If they couldn't trust him, whom could they trust?


A crack appeared on Jiang Fanyue's face, how could this be? How could Jiang Zhe have acquired a piece of Lan Jun's calligraphy?


Noticing Jiang Fanyue's disbelief, Gu Jiaheng also shook his head slightly.


"Elder, could there be some other explanation?" Liang Jinlan clearly wasn't ready to believe it either.


"This is indeed Lan Jun's handwriting. I am not mistaken," Ouyang Yuan asserted with even more certainty.


At that moment, everyone turned to Jiang Zhe, not knowing what to say.


Chapter 67: Jiang Zhe's Vest