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Blossoming Flowers

COMPLETE ! She was born in the countryside where she lived her childhood together with her weak and sick brother. While she was healthy and capable of playing outside every day, he was confined to his bed, unable to make a move, listening to her tales of the world beyond the windows. One day her brother could no longer hold on to his frail life and he succumbed to a sudden virus. Unable to cope with the loss, Jiang Yingyue took over the life of her deceased brother. Starting life anew in the capital, Jiang Yingyue became Jiang Fengmian. A lonely prince charming who never got close to anyone yet somehow her life got entangled with the fate of Han Qingshan, the young master of the Han Corporation. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, grew up as the heir to the biggest corporation in the country and one of the biggest on an international scale. He was a sunshine boy, happy and always smiling. It was like a spring breeze flitting across the road as he came by, stealing the hearts of all women. His kindness knew no bounds, but only for her would he really care, only for her would he become a wife-protecting devil. - - - - - - - - All rights to the Cover Image belongs to me. The story was previously uploaded under the name My Life or Your Memory, but due to some issues with Amazon, it was taken down. The issues have been solved, and the story is back. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/tinalynge Website: https://tinalynge.com/ Discord: https://discord.gg/SrWNTb9 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/TinalyngeWebNovels/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tinalyngewebnovels/

Tinalynge · Urban
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268 Chs

Creating Chaos

Sneaking around in a mansion where it was impossible to say what was where, and with no prior experience in sneaking around, Jiang Yingyue's heart was beating rapidly, and she felt her body trembling with adrenaline.

She was not sure if she would be killed on sight or if they would lock her up again, she assumed it heavily depended on who managed to catch her.

If it was the woman, she would undoubtedly die. If it was the man, she was likely to be locked up again.

Neither of these options was acceptable for her, as she snuck around in the mansion, hiding every time she encountered a guard. Fortunately, not many guards were patrolling inside the mansion, so she was quite quick at finding her way towards the cellar.

She was not sure what she would find in there, but she assumed that it would be the place where someone could store things they did not use too much, or things that were in the way in the rest of the house.