josei novel
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Dou Zhao couldn’t tell if she was jealous or envious. Blood rushed to her chest, making her feel terribly uncomfortable. She feared that if she looked at her son one more time, she might do something she’d regret. “Give the token to the young master,” she instructed Cui Leng. “Tell them that from now on,…
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The night curtain outside the window slowly descended with the passing of time. Stars dotted the sky with a bright moon hanging high. Shanghai’s night scenery gradually emerged in the darkness – flowing traffic and twinkling lights, all visible from the top floor. Under Yan Cheng’s scholarly and obedient kneeling posture, and his tireless deep…
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“I’ve already given my word, how could I go back on it?” Dou Zhao said with a smile. “Just the other day, Madam Guo sent someone with a message about wanting to arrange a marriage with our family. That’s why I thought we might as well arrange for Young Master Wei to marry the eldest…
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Looking back, Gu Ci was certain he had liked Chen Jinyao. As for why he liked her, so much time had passed that he probably couldn’t remember the details now. Broadly speaking, it was during his youth when their eyes met, and his heart skipped a beat. But at that time, with his mild temperament,…
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Song Mo, courtesy name Yan Tang, was the eldest legitimate son of Duke Song Yichun of England. His mother, Lady Jiang, was the sister of Duke Jiang Meisun. His background was extremely prestigious. At five years old, he was appointed as heir. At fourteen, during his mother’s mourning period, a concubine became pregnant, leading to…
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At nearly eleven o’clock, the plane landed smoothly at Hongqiao Airport. The moment they landed and the announcement played, Chen Jinyao unbuckled her seatbelt and took out her phone from her bag. She immediately turned off airplane mode, connected to the internet, logged into WeChat, and quietly checked her Moments feed. The group photo in…
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Dou Zhao felt she might not die soon. The elderly often said that dreaming of death brings life, while dreaming of life brings death. These days, she kept dreaming of her childhood — sitting under a trellis full of blooming wisteria, swinging her chubby little legs while her plump white nanny, who looked like a…
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“By the way, the password is your birthday. I just changed it.” The room suddenly fell silent. The flowing air seemed to pause for a few seconds. Looking at the brilliant starlight and flickering smile in Yan Cheng’s eyes, Chen Jinyao bit her lip, her expression slightly dazed. It felt like being shot in the…
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The investment matters were gradually getting on track. Yan Cheng began a busy life of early mornings and late returns. He was truly a newcomer in this industry, so it was inevitable that he would encounter situations where he felt like a blind man touching an elephant. He gave up his leisurely lifestyle, treating the…
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“Tsk tsk tsk, as expected from someone who owns a bar,” Chen Jinyao remarked. The bedroom light was on, and she had just finished her shower. Wearing Yan Cheng’s old white shirt, she was drying her wet hair with a small towel. After looking around Yan Cheng’s bedroom, she raised her eyebrows with interest and…