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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/

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Let's Go Shopping!

Jiang Yingyue nodded her head, and Housekeeper Li left the room knowing that the young girl would be undressing, but it seemed that Jiang Yingyue still had not understood this part.

She stood stunned in the middle of the room, unsure of what she was supposed to do when Yan Meilin handed her the two dresses.

The dresses were magnificent. They were both qipao dresses, clearly inspired by the Chinese trend. They looked so small in Jiang Yingyue's hands, and she could not help but wonder if she would be capable of fitting them.

There was a screen-like room divider in the atelier, and Yan Meilin rushed her behind it.

"Here is a chair, put your clothes on there, and change into the dress, you can pick the one you like yourself first, and then we'll see how it suits you."

Jiang Yingyue was stumped for words, but as she was being ushered behind the screen, she noticed that no one could see her so she might as well change her clothes.