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Young Master Qin Keeps Coveting Me After I Beat Him Up

Jiang Xun was transmigrated as a cannon fodder. Her mother died when she was young, her stepmother schemes against her, and her father abandoned her in a village. But Jiang Xun didn’t panic, and she was a person who always won by virtue. Thieves would say, "Stop hitting me, I’ll change careers!" Thugs would say, "Stop hitting me, I’ll return the money!" At the Jiang family banquet, guests were watching her every move, waiting for her to make a fool of herself. “I heard that she’s been living in the village for eleven years and has a country bumpkin-like feel to her. If I were the Jiang family, I wouldn't risk her embarrassing me by letting her attend." Mr. Jiang said to her, "Stay behind your mother and don’t speak lest you embarrass yourself." Her stepmother nodded. "The Qin family’s patriarch, Qin Mufeng is noble, benevolent, and abstinent. Don’t even think about someone like him; he's completely out of your league.” Sure. She didn’t intend to marry into a rich family anyway. She just wanted to beat up the man in the rumors. But why was this man following her around all day every day?

As If Dawn · General
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948 Chs

Two Boxes of Exercise Books

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The children looked on with eager eyes. They all wanted to come over and take a look, but they remembered the teacher's words to abide by the rules.

Therefore, even though they were impatient, they still obediently stayed in their seats and watched.

Qiao Ni and Qiuwei distributed the stationery to everyone.

Soon, the children's desks were piled up with things.

There were clothes from Qiuyi, colored pens and coloring books from Xingle, and stationery from Qiao Ni on the top.

The children touched the gifts happily. The new things had a unique smell.

Just like how a new book would smell like ink, a pencil would smell like wood and oil.

The clothes also had an indescribable smell that of dye.

It wasn't even a fragrance. It was a unique smell of something new, and the children liked it very much.

When Jiang Xun was young, she only had the chance to smell the smell of new textbooks when new books were distributed.