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Three years ago, President Qiao did not hesitate to sign the papers when Xia Ning placed the divorce papers in front of him. Three years later, she is an up-and-coming star in show biz; watched by the public but knee-deep in scandals. He is a resolute emperor in the business world; powerful and omnipotent. Their paths were supposed to be separate and independent, but— Standing at her door, the legendary ruthless and unyielding diamond bachelor asks for a remarriage. A cute bun appears from behind and gazes at Xia Ning with his big, starry eyes. "Mummy, Daddy will cook, I will warm the bed, please take us in."

Ethan's life is built on rules and routines. Everything changes when a cheerful girl steals his favorite window seat on the first day of college. What begins as a small argument slowly turns into friendship, laughter, and an unexpected love story. Sometimes, the person who steals your seat ends up stealing your heart.

Born as the eldest in a poor family, Michael always thought it was his duty to provide. All his life he has dedicated his whole being into working. Everything was going well. He found a job, and income was flowing. Heading into bed with the intention of taking a temporary slumber, Michael awoke to find himself in Krodoa, a planet that was filled with magic. Born as a cripple, Michael believed it was the gods' way of saying, "you may rest". But those same gods got him involved in various... incidents. Can the overworked Michael find the time to rest?

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HARTEN: The Birth of a Beast ​"In a world that loves monsters, he chose to become the one that eats them." ​After a catastrophic plane crash over the dark heart of Africa, eleven-year-old Ahmed—a boy once defined by his weakness and the scars of bullying—is left for dead. But as the wreckage smolders, the fragile child dies with it. From his ashes, a new identity is forged: Harten. ​Rescued by a mysterious, sharp-witted man named Joe, Harten is thrust into a brutal trial of survival. In this unforgiving jungle, fear is no longer a shackle—it is a weapon. Guided by Joe’s cryptic philosophy, Harten must learn to master the three levels of fear, transforming his primal instincts into a lethal art form. ​Lost in the abyss, wounded and alone, Harten’s journey is no longer just about finding a way home. It’s about answering a haunting question: When the weak are pushed to the brink, will they break... or will they hunt?

I stood at the summit of the most absurd comedy, in a sleek, modern mansion, living a prosperous life filled with joy, only for it all to vanish in an instant. “What are you waiting for? Lucia, take your suitcase and leave. Disappear from my sight!” The man was my father, a figure who once loved me, before the blonde woman stood by his side. “From today, Anderson is no longer your family name. You are no longer my daughter!” He disappeared behind the tall black gates, leaving me with the disgrace of a situation I couldn't comprehend. A familiar, mocking laugh pierced my ears. I turned to see Emily's sneering face. “Well, Lucia? Do you still not believe how easily I influenced your father?” She stepped closer, reaching out to touch my dark hair. I snarled in anger, dodging her touch, and grabbed her face, scratching it fiercely. “Aww!! Help me! Let go of me, Lucia! Damn it!!”

Lin Chen wanted a peaceful campus life: hanging out with friends, playing basketball, and passing his classes. But everything changed when he accidentally stole a seat from Zhou Mingyu, the top student known for being unapproachable. After catching Lin Chen nearly cheating on a quiz, Zhou offered to tutor him. As they spent time together through study sessions and late-night conversations, Lin Chen discovered that the seemingly distant Zhou was actually warm and vulnerable. Now, he couldn't help but wonder: Was this just tutoring, or was it something more?

At one in the morning, a cold rain lashed the floor-to-ceiling windows outside the operating room. I finished the last emergency surgery of my shift and strode toward the hospital entrance. My fiancé Rhys Crawford's black Range Rover was parked at the curb. His executive assistant, Stella Miller, was in the passenger seat. She was wrapped in Rhys's cashmere coat—my favorite of his—and clutched a custom thermos engraved with our initials: S&R. When she saw me approach, she lowered the window just enough to speak. "Savannah, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice soft. "My blood sugar is low, and I get terribly carsick in the back." Rhys, in the driver's seat, didn't move. "Stella just had a check-up; she's not feeling well. Just be considerate and take the back seat." I gripped the door handle, the sharp, clean scent of iodine from my recent disinfection still clinging to my skin. "So, where am I supposed to sit?" Rhys frowned. "In the back." Stella immediately turned, murmuring gently, "Savannah, why don't I just give you the seat? I can manage." She said she would move, but her hands only tightened her seatbelt. Rhys's voice hardened. "Savannah, don't make this difficult for her. She's not well." I nodded slowly. "Fine." I gently closed the car door. Rhys assumed I would walk around to the back. Instead, I turned and strode back through the hospital's main entrance. Five minutes later, I typed out a message: We're over, Rhys. The wedding is off.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.