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

Madam Song was adept at reading people and had already discerned that her son was not on good terms with the woman before them. Her smile faded a bit as she asked, "Xingyu, what's going on here?"


"It's nothing much, she just ran into me and then cursed at me, saying that I'm blind and should rot in this petty place," shrugged Song Xingyu.


"I see. So I have failed in my parenting," replied Madam Song, her tone turning completely cold; each word was delivered with a chilliness that was laden with barbs.


For Liang Jinlan, her words were more painful than if she had been slapped across the face multiple times.


"I'm sorry, Madam Song, that's not what I meant," Liang Jinlan said, immediately flustered.


Chapter 82 Missed a Good Opportunity