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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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Returning the Favor

Tan Jingyao was completely unaware that he was being used. He was smiling at Yu Xiulan while paying attention to the auction.

Han Qingshan had frowned slightly when he saw that Yu Xiulan was seated next to this CEO, not because he was jealous, but because he felt she was up to no good.

Still, this was just a matter of money, and even if Tan Jingyao would continue to raise the price, it was not like he could not afford it.

"Fourteen million yuan," Han Qingshan retracted his gaze and casually raised his number, calling out another price, no longer paying attention to the ones behind him.

Tan Jingyao was uncomfortable. He was rich, but even if he was rich, he had once been of common origins. To him, fourteen million was a lot of money.