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Song Jinyi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top floor office, looking at the traffic and crowds that were small as ants. He laughed lightly. Song Zhaoguang and Jiang Shiyan stood silently behind him. What Song Zhaoguang was worried most about still happened. The opening of Rising Sun Mall was disrupted. He didn’t even need to think about it—it was definitely Song Ling. Only this person had such ability. Fortunately, Song Jinyi controlled the scene quickly and there weren’t…-
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Ling’er… Song Ling stared at the person, his salivary glands secreting frantically. He wanted to swallow, but he suddenly choked. He held himself back, trying to not cough too shamefully. Zhou Qingluo sat comfortably after angering the other to death, lightly raising an eyebrow. Song Ling shut up, driving seriously, no longer speaking. He didn’t go to People’s Hospital or Mingde Hospital and went to another private hospital called Century Bright Hospital. The location was quite remote and…
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After Zhou Qingluo transmigrated into a substitute, he specially went to read a few books of this genre. He didn’t quite remember the content, but he did remember a few sentences. Especially “Don’t laugh, you don’t look like him when you smile. He doesn’t like to laugh.” This sentence was simply golden, the essence of substitute novels. The key was that it could be used interchangeably. The utilization just now was perfect. Song Ling abruptly stopped in the middle of his humming. According…
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Once Song Ling left, Song Zhaoguang immediately had the nanny clean the house. He sat on the sofa angrily, regretting that he didn’t whip Song Ling before. But he didn’t dare. Song Ling’s eyes were too scary, that kind of desperate cruelness was just like his mother’s. Song Zhaoguang relied on Song Xuelian to get ahead and become the general manager of the Baomu Group. Song Ling’s mother was just one of his subordinates at the time, but Song Xuelian was about to give birth, and the woman was…
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Song Ling stepped out of the elevator and came to the smoking area. Looking at the ruined rose, he silently smoked a cigarette. This rose was really delicate, just touching it a bit made it wilt like this. You could only hold it in the palm of your hand and protect it. Today was Jiang Shiyan’s celebratory banquet, held on the 15th floor. Jiang Shiyan didn’t invite him, and originally, he shouldn’t have come. Jiang Shiyan was going abroad next week. What did he come here for? He was drunk that…
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The episode just now didn’t affect Zhou Qingluo’s enthusiasm at making money. He sorted out his mood and the leftover desserts at the banquet, pushing them towards the night market. Lou Yang was dubious but set up stall at the night market with Zhou Qingluo anyways. In the noisy and chaotic night market, the exquisite desserts quickly attracted everyone’s attention. Zhou Qingluo smiled and yelled, “Desserts after dinner, sweet like first love, healthy and happy like a fairy. Don’t miss it when…
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The order that Sister Cui requested help on was to Lakeside Hotel. The son of a wealthy family was holding a celebration banquet and ordered a table of desserts from Sister Cui. The van was parked in the underground garage. Zhou Qingluo unloaded the goods and put them onto the trolley. A red Maserati whistled over, reversing into the garage in one go, parking steadily next to the van. The license plate was A00000, arrogant as heck. Even the car exhaust smelled like RMB (yuan/money). There was a man…
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Zhou Qingluo went to the hospital to ask the emergency doctor from that day. She told him that that person didn’t leave behind a name, only remembering that he was super handsome, had a cold face, and he had a rose tattoo on his neck. The female doctor said, “His tattoo seems to be the Juliet Rose and there are two initials ‘Y.S.’ next to it. It’s a pretty special tattoo.” “Juliet Rose?” “Mn, it’s a very expensive rose so I remembered it. You can search it online.” Zhou Qingluo…
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Late in the sweltering night, ambulances flew down the street, the whistle sounding rapidly, trying to race against the black and white impermanenceThe Black and White Impermanence are two spirits that come to take you away when you die. To think of it simply, they are like death gods.. “Moved, moved! His eyes moved!” Before Zhou Qingluo could open his eyes, a happy young woman’s voice rapped against his eardrums. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be held down by the King Yan,…
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(TN: The title is from the idiom ‘the willow trees give the shade, the flowers give the light’, meaning light at the end of the tunnel.) The long night passed. Overnight, Zhou Qingluo was transferred from the emergency room to the ICU for observation. After two hours, because his physical indicators were good, he was transferred to the general ward in the latter half of the night. His speed of recovery was simply a miracle. Zhou Qingluo leaned against the head of the hospital bed, feeling his…
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Zhou Qingluo handed over the sunflower doll, but the other didn’t take it. His hand hung in mid-air, neither extending forward nor retracting. The sunflower doll also seemed too embarrassed to move. Zhou Qingluo wasn’t reconciled. His head squeezed the sunflower’s big smiling head and it started swaying again. He tried to liven up the atmosphere, “This thing can sway too.” Zhou Qingluo knew how to draw, and in his spare time, he would use rubber to mold the things he drew, or clay to bake it…
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Ethan didn’t go home immediately. He remained at the Riverside venue long after the music resumed, long after the whispers died down and the night regained its artificial glamour. He stood with a glass in his hand he never drank from, half-listening to conversations, half-watching the entrance as if Lily might walk back in—hair fixed, emotions swallowed, ready to apologize like she always did. She didn’t. That irritated him more than the argument itself. By the time he drove back to the…-
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The day Daisy Whitmore returned to Country A was bright and windless, the sky an endless stretch of blue as if even the weather had chosen to welcome her home. Lily stood beside Ethan at the VIP exit of the international airport, her fingers laced tightly together. Around them gathered a small crowd of familiar faces—Ethan’s childhood friends, former classmates, business partners. All were impeccably dressed, holding bouquets and chatting excitedly. “She should be out any minute now.” “I heard…
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The Riverside venue was ablaze with light. Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead while neon beams sliced through the dimmed hall. Champagne corks popped one after another, laughter rising above the pounding bass of the music as waiters weaved through the crowd with silver trays, glasses clinking in celebration. At the center of it all was Daisy. She stood surrounded by admirers, a champagne flute in hand, her laughter light and effortless. Every gesture seemed perfectly measured yet completely natural.…
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The hallway felt like a courtroom—bright lights, silent witnesses, a woman on the floor, and a husband standing in judgment. And Lily was already convicted. Ethan helped Daisy up slowly, his hand firm around her shoulders. “Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice lowered and tight. Daisy shook her head weakly. “I’m fine… Don’t blame her. I shouldn’t have followed her.” Followed her. As if she were the wounded one chasing reconciliation. A breath escaped Lily that sounded almost like a…
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Seven years. Seven years of marriage, seven years of hope, seven years of convincing herself that persistence could melt even the coldest heart. And yet, Ethan Carter still could not forget his white moonlight. That was what they all called her—Daisy Whitmore. The girl he had loved first. The girl he had never truly lost. Lily used to think time would win. That staying by his side day after day, caring for him, loving him, would eventually carve her place into his heart. She believed that if she…
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