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Before she met Jian Shichu, Ye Qingci had always been a jinx. After meeting Jian Shichu, the heavens seriously told her there was no such thing as most jinxed, only more jinxed! She had hardly agreed to Jian Shichu's request to bear him a child, a spitting image of him, and begged to be spared further trouble. The gentleman just raised an eyebrow, "You're thinking too much! One child is not enough. You need to give birth to at least a whole soccer team!" Ye Qingci: ...Jian Shichu, why don't you go marry a sow! Rumors had it that the devastatingly beautiful and rich Seventh Master Jian had no interest in women. It was later that Ye Qingci found out he was just not interested in any woman but her.

Once, Mu Anhan walked out on the man who loved her to madness—only to die and discover the price. Reborn, she clings to Gu Xiaozhan’s sleeve and whispers, “One more baby?” The tabloids sneer: “She’s nothing but a baby-maker, soon to be dumped.” Then her masks fall—perfume empress, top hacker, miracle doctor, AI genius, design prodigy. Now Nobel laureates queue at her gate. At night she curls in his arms, red lips teasing. Gu Xiaozhan lifts an eyebrow, voice low and scalding: “Ready for round three?”

The number one bachelor of the city, Qin Nanyu, has a mini-me son who's a prodigy. They hate each other. Qin Nanyu's biggest wish is to have an adorable daughter. One day, his wish suddenly became true -- "Baba, can I be a model and make money?" The money-obsessed little princess asked. "Of course." "Baba, can I go on TV shows and make money?" "Of course." "Baba, can I sell you for money?" Qin Nanyu: "..." Baby, if I gave you all of my money, can you sell your mom to me? One sentence synopsis: Boy-girl twins... one plus one. Read on to see how the alpha billionaire pampers his wife and kids!

# HAPPYENDING # TWOWAYCRUSH # SCUM-TORTURING Jiang Yaoyao’s boyfriend suddenly cheated on her, and the mistress was her nemesis of many years! After teaching those scumbags a lesson, the young lady of the Jiang family declared publicly, “Since she screwed me over, I’ll screw her brother!” Half an hour later, under the dim light of a bar corridor, a handsome man with an indifferent look on his face narrowed his eyes. He let out a puff of smoke and said in a low, alluring voice, “I heard you wanted to screw me?” Jiang Yaoyao stuttered nervously, “I-I-I… I was only joking!” Bo Jinlan: “...” #I’ve waited for you to break up for so long, but I didn’t expect you to be so cowardly# [Male lead] Bo Jinlan was the eldest son of the Bo family, who were the wealthiest in the city. People only knew that he was cold, majestic, modest and placed himself above everyone else. He never had a woman by his side. He was the last and only elegant gentleman in the upper-class society. Until one day, a certain gossip Weibo posted a photo: On the roadside late at night, Bo Jinlan was wearing a suit and leather shoes, pressing a girl in a red dress against the car as he kissed her. The whole upper society was in an uproar. No one ever thought the always gentle and elegant Bo Jinlan would act so wild in private! Jiang Yaoyao: “Mr. Bo is not only wild in private, but he’s also very seductive!” [Female lead] Jiang Yaoyao had secretly loved Bo Jinlan for many years. She carefully hid her feelings, until she woke up one day in a hotel with him lying beside her… Later, when she became Bo Jinlan’s fiancee, nobody in the Jiang family dared to bully her anymore. All the bigshots in high society were respectful to her. Everywhere she went, a bunch of younger people would call her “sister-in-law”. And then… Mr. Bo was suddenly so addicted to her!

Su Mian, the forgotten bride, has endured three years as ​Fu Tingzhou’s invisible wife—a man so coldly abstinent, he never even glanced at her. Branded a “murderer’s daughter,” she’s spent her life as a human blood bank for the Su family’s pampered heiress, her true worth buried beneath lies. When Tingzhou finally meets his timid wife, he sees only a gold-digging burden. Her quiet devotion? Ignored. Her shattered heart? Dismissed. He hurls divorce papers at her, snarling, “Disappear.” She obeys… and unravels his icy control. Now, the untouchable CEO is on his knees. Her absence ignites a frenzied, scorching obsession. Fu Tingzhou hunts for the wife he never wanted—only to discover her vanishing act hides earth-shattering secrets: ​switched identities, a hidden lineage, and a woman who’s no longer the meek shadow he discarded.

Overnight, she was betrayed by her fiancé and sister, and was forced by her family to marry a fool. On the wedding day, everyone was waiting eagerly to laugh at her and see how she would get her foolish husband to put on the wedding ring. However, she took out her marriage certificate, which shocked the world, because the man on the certificate was not her ex-fiancé or that fool, but...

Bertemu dengan Damien Quinn, seorang vampir berdarah murni yang narsis, kasar dengan kata-katanya dan pelit meskipun dia kaya yang tawar-menawar ketika membeli budak dari pasar gelap. Di sisi lain, bertemu dengan Penelope yang percaya bahwa dia adalah 'tamu' untuk beberapa hari di Quinn karena dia berniat melarikan diri dari vampir aneh yang membutuhkan terapi.

—¿Quién te tocó? —preguntó él, su mirada sombría bajando hacia ella y cuando no respondió, su voz retumbó en la habitación—. ¿QUIÉN? —El mayordomo que estaba cerca de la pared habló temblorosamente: — Señor, fue el señor Reverale —la cara de Damien se tornó agria, su mandíbula marcándose en ira giró su rostro hacia el lado donde el mayordomo estaba detrás. —Tráiganme al hombre. —¿A-ahora? —tartamudeó el mayordomo—. Era la hora de la noche. Damien, que no había roto el contacto visual con la chica frente a él, empujó su mano contra la pared que ahora descansaba al lado de la cabeza de su hermosa chica. Girando su cuerpo, primero miró a su mayordomo que tenía la cabeza inclinada. Con gran coraje, el mayordomo alzó la vista para encontrarse con los ojos de su Amo: — ¿Tiene usted algún otro momento mejor? ¿O debería ser después de que le tuerza el cuello? —Damien preguntó con calma inclinando su cabeza—. No un segundo después, el mayordomo salió corriendo de la habitación para volver con el señor Reverale después de veinte minutos. —Damien, ¿vamos a tener una fiesta del té nocturna? —El señor Reverale vino a saludar pero el amo de la casa tenía otros planes—. Al ver el cuchillo que estaba clavado en la manzana sobre la mesa, lo alcanzó para sacarlo. Justo cuando el señor Reverale iba a intercambiar un apretón de manos con él, Damien tomó su mano para colocarla sobre la mesa. En un movimiento rápido como si estuviese cortando cebollas, cortó los cuatro dedos de la mano del hombre, haciéndole chillar y llorar de dolor. —Nadie toca lo que es mío. Estoy seguro de que esto te lo recordará la próxima vez que incluso pienses en tocarla —suspiró Damien como si estuviera cansado de decirle a la gente que mantuviera sus sucias manos lejos de sus pertenencias. Conozca a Damien Quinn, un vampiro de sangre pura que es un narcisista completo, brusco con sus palabras y tacaño a pesar de ser rico que regateó cuando compró una esclava del mercado negro. Por otro lado, conozca a Penélope que cree que es una 'invitada' por unos días en la casa de los Quinn ya que está decidida a escapar del extraño vampiro que necesita terapia. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

"Wer hat dich angefasst?", fragte er, seine Augen brütend auf sie gerichtet, und als sie nicht antwortete, donnerte seine Stimme in den Raum: "WER?" Der Butler, der an der Wand stand, sprach zittrig: "Sir, es war Mr. Reverale", Damiens Gesicht wurde säuerlich, sein Kiefer kribbelte vor Wut und er drehte sein Gesicht zur Seite, wo der Butler hinter ihm stand. "Bringt den Mann her." "N-nun?", stotterte der Butler. Es war die Zeit der Nacht. Damien, der den Blickkontakt mit dem Mädchen vor ihm nicht unterbrochen hatte, stieß seine Hand gegen die Wand, die nun neben dem Kopf seines schönen Mädchens ruhte. Als er sich umdrehte, sah er zuerst seinen Butler an, der den Kopf gesenkt hatte. Mit großem Mut begegnete der Butler den Augen seines Meisters: "Habt Ihr einen anderen besseren Zeitpunkt? Oder soll es sein, nachdem ich dir den Hals umgedreht habe?" fragte Damien ruhig und legte den Kopf schief. Keine Sekunde später rannte der Butler aus dem Zimmer, um nach zwanzig Minuten mit Mr. Reverale zurückzukehren. "Damien, haben wir eine späte Teeparty?" Mr. Reverale wollte ihn begrüßen, aber der Herr des Hauses hatte andere Pläne. Als er das Messer entdeckte, das in dem Apfel auf dem Tisch steckte, griff er danach, um es herauszuziehen. Gerade als Mr. Reverale ihm die Hand geben wollte, ergriff Damien seine Hand, um sie auf den Tisch zu legen. Mit einer schnellen Bewegung, als ob er Zwiebeln schneiden würde, hackte er dem Mann die vier Finger von der Hand, so dass er vor Schmerz aufschrie und weinte. "Niemand rührt an, was mir gehört. Ich bin sicher, das wird dich daran erinnern, wenn du das nächste Mal auch nur daran denkst, sie anzufassen", seufzte Damien, als wäre er es leid, den Leuten zu sagen, dass sie ihre schmutzigen Hände von seinen Sachen lassen sollten. Darf ich vorstellen: Damien Quinn, ein reinblütiger Vampir, der ein kompletter Narzisst ist, frech mit seinen Worten und geizig, obwohl er reich ist und feilschte, als er eine Sklavin auf dem Schwarzmarkt kaufte. Auf der anderen Seite steht Penelope, die sich für ein paar Tage als "Gast" bei den Quinns wähnt, weil sie dem seltsamen Vampir entkommen will, der eine Therapie braucht. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN

"Quem tocou em você?" ele perguntou, seus olhos turvos sobre ela e quando ela não respondeu, sua voz trovejou no quarto, "QUEM?" O mordomo que estava perto da parede falou trêmulo, "Senhor, foi o Senhor Reverale," o rosto de Damien se tornou sombrio, sua mandíbula tique-taqueando em fúria ele virou o rosto para o lado onde o mordomo estava atrás. "Traga o homem até aqui." "A-agora?" gaguejou o mordomo. Era hora da noite. Damien, que não havia quebrado o contato visual com a garota à sua frente, empurrou a mão contra a parede a qual agora descansava ao lado da cabeça de sua bela garota. Virando o corpo, ele primeiro olhou para seu mordomo que tinha a cabeça baixa. Com muita coragem, o mordomo encontrou os olhos do seu Mestre, "Você tem algum outro momento melhor? Ou será depois que eu torcer o seu pescoço?" Damien perguntou calmamente inclinando a cabeça. Não um segundo depois, o mordomo correu para fora do quarto e voltou com o Senhor Reverale após vinte minutos. "Damien, vamos ter um chá da tarde atrasado?" o Senhor Reverale veio saudar, mas o mestre da casa tinha outros planos. Avistando a faca que estava cravada na maçã sobre a mesa, ele a alcançou para retirá-la. Justamente quando o Senhor Reverale foi trocar um aperto de mãos com ele, Damien tomou posse de sua mão para colocá-la sobre a mesa. Em um movimento ágil como se estivesse cortando cebolas, ele decepou os quatro dedos do homem de sua mão fazendo-o uivar e gritar de dor. "Ninguém toca no que é meu. Tenho certeza de que isso vai lhe lembrar na próxima vez que pensar em tocá-la," suspirou Damien como se estivesse cansado de dizer às pessoas para manterem suas mãos sujas longe de suas posses. Conheça Damien Quinn, um vampiro de sangue puro que é um completo narcisista, grosseiro com suas palavras e mesquinho apesar de ser rico que pechincha quando comprou um escravo do mercado negro. Por outro lado, conheça Penelope que acredita ser uma 'convidada' por alguns dias na casa dos Quinn enquanto pretende escapar do estranho vampiro que precisa de terapia. ~ Discord: https://discord.gg/K63uVqN