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Grand Wedding Evening

Introducing the new story "Return to '81: The Struggle of the Eldest Sister" – a heartwarming pampering tale, a tale of marital love, a tale of a woman's self-empowerment. That year, Ning Yunxi willingly married. On the day she took her vows, everyone around doubted the union, and her family declared, she shouldn't expect to receive a single penny from home. Her husband was an orphan with a bunch of little radish head siblings? No one believed her soldier husband would one day become a high-ranking official, no one imagined her Second Uncle would become a great scientist, and no one conceived that her young aunt would be a future superstar, let alone that the fourth child would be a natural-born tycoon. But truly, one day, all the futures Ning Yunxi saw came to fruition. Today, she has married a poor soldier and has become the sister-in-law in the military; raising the children of soldiers without fear, convinced she's betting not just on one potential stock, but on a multitude of leading stocks – with her newly acquired special abilities, she becomes a super teacher for the people! ----------------------------------------------------- All along, she had been recognized by the Wen Family as the least promising daughter, unremarkable in appearance and unnoticed, still unable to marry at the ripe age of twenty-nine. He, the son of a military family, born with privileges, deliberately concealed his identity at the matchmaking banquet, posing as an ordinary man. When they married, people sneered, "A pair of worn-out shoes matched with a bankrupt family, just perfect." Then one day, the gold buried in the sand shone with an immense brilliance...

Kindhearted Mama · General
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987 Chs

Painting Orchids 5

Jiang Mei couldn't sit still for a minute; noticing on the white-cloth covered office desk lay some of his things—a stethoscope, fountain pens. Among them, a Hero brand pen caught her attention. Picking it up, she carefully twisted the cap, pulled out the nib, a golden nib which bore a fine, but clearly visible scratch, though it didn't hinder its ink flow. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Doctor Zhao—" a voice called from behind.

In a fluster, she quickly capped the pen and placed it back.

But he had already noticed her action.

He pulled out the chair beside her, sat down, and picked up the pen she had just put down with his fair and beautiful fingers, saying, "This thing doesn't write well anymore, I was just thinking of returning it to its original owner."

Without thinking, she blurted out with a flushed face, "The gifts given are not to be returned."