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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.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"