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Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat

Jiang Yan had been reborn. In his previous life, he was duped by his own father—who ended up in prison—into taking on the responsibilities of the family. He had to care for his grandparents in place of his father, show respect to his uncles, maintain brotherly love... In this life, he only wanted to breat free from these bloodsuckers, find a sugar "daddy", and by the way, nourish his stomach. ***** Song Jiawen felt something was weird. That guy from next door—who had to return to the countryside to study because his father was imprisoned—suddenly switched from literature to science and joined her class, and even moved to the seat behind her. Ostensibly, he did it so she could tutor him in physics and biology, but why did she always feel like he had an ulterior motive? ***** Years later, as Jiang Yan watched the soup simmering in the pot while soothing his son in his arms, he glanced back at his wife, who was leisurely watching TV on the sofa with her legs crossed, and thought miserably, this meal ticket he had married into was proving to be quite a struggle!

Mr. San Shi · Urbain
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536 Chs

Chapter 167 Guessing the Truth (Three Updates)

Thankfully, the book's title and cover looked serious, far from the cringe-inducing "domineering CEO" genre.

"Borrowed from the library?"

Jiang Yan didn't read novels much, and across two lifetimes, he'd only ever taken an interest in martial arts tales such as "The Heavenly Dragon" and "The Shooting Eagle." He was even less in touch with foreign literature.

He'd never even heard of "The Soul Breaks in Venice," let alone knew what it was about.

He absentmindedly flipped through the pages while walking beside Song Jiawen, who watched him with a deep look in her eyes, "Took it from Zhu Jin, want to read it?"

"She certainly has an obsession with novels."

Jiang Yan remembered quite clearly that the first romance novel Song Jiawen got into was given to her by Zhu Jin.

After flipping through a few pages and finding too many lyrical passages for his taste, he was uninterested.