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Strike Back, Proud Goddess!

Xiao Rou, a girl growing up in a poor countryside family, found that she was actually the daughter of a wealthy couple, and her mother mistook another girl as her when she gave birth to her in hospital. She thought she would change from an ugly duckling to a noble swan and lived happily ever after with her real family, but the reality gave her a heavy blow. The girl, Xiao Jinning, who took her family, her fiancé and everything else from her, used every possible means to frame her up. She returned to her biological parents only to find her parents despised her but doted on Xiao Jinning. She was framed as a thief and expelled out of home. And then, she was hit by a car and stomped to death by Xiao Jinning. her tragic life was ended. Tang Xi, a real princess, the heiress of the powerful Empire Group, was murdered by her greedy relatives. When she opened her eyes again, she found she was in another girl’s body. She became Xiao Rou and had a magic system—008 in her body! With the help of 008, she began her journey of revenge. She would avenge poor Xiao Rou, punish the murderers of her, become the most popular star, and….make up with her true love---Qiao Liang.

Falling Dreams, Fluttering Butterflies · Fantasía
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You Are My Idol

"Shut up!" Qiao Liang's face turned dark as he glared at Lu Hongkun. "If you dare call me 'Brother' again, I'll cut off your tongue!"

"Qiao Liang, he is your brother!" Lu Guangxiong held Lu Hongkun's hand and glared at Qiao Liang. Qiao Liang sneered. "Brother? A b*stard born by a b*tch doesn't deserve to be my brother!"

Outside the office, except An Hao, the other "Secretaries" looked unsurprised. An Hao looked hesitantly at the other secretaries and asked in a low voice, "Shall we close the door for President?"

They looked at the door of the office who was wide open, and shook their heads. "It seems that the father and the son will be thrown out within two minutes. We don't have to bother. Besides, President doesn't care if others hear what he just said." With that, the man put his cellphone closer to the door and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Nine, do you still want to hear?"