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The Little Brat’s Sweet And Sassy

The entire Yunzhou knew that the Ye Family had a new step-child in the house: Ning Li, a low-born and barely literate. However, when she looked at her 17 years old self in the mirror after coming back to life, she grinned. At 17, her step-siblings had yet destroyed her looks and stolen her glory—she still had everything with her. Since she was given an opportunity to start over, she ought to take revenge on everyone who had wronged her before. It would be interesting. After Ning Li was chased out of the Ye Family, she was cherished by the most popular solo singer in the entertainment industry, protected by the top international racer, courted by the heir to a multimillion corporation, and loved by her billionaire grandfather who wanted her to inherit the family business. Even Second Master Lu said to her, “Hold up you little brat, I think you should come home with me.” Rumor had it that Second Master Lu was handsome and beyond any girl’s reach until that one fateful day, when someone saw a drawing of a cool and proud young boy with bangs covering his eyes fall out from Second Master Lu’s book. The news spread like wildfire overnight, and on the next day, Second Master Lu was questioned. Ning Li coincidentally passed by, and upon considering her relationship with him in her past life, she stepped in and shut down the busybodies. Lu Huaiyu stared at the girl before him as he subtly put away the love letter in his hands and said with a smile, “I shall repay you with my body for saving my life.” A long while later, Ning Li saw herself in that particular drawing and she was silenced. She knew it was all a huge mistake.

Zhan Xiye · Urbain
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Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation

After that day, Shen Li had indeed reined in her thoughts and spent more time in the library.

- Preparation for the mid-term exam.

Someone posted a photo on the school forum.

The morning sun was streaming in through the huge floor-to-ceiling window. The girl sitting by the window was wearing a black sweater with her hair tied up in a bun. The fine hair of her fringe fell over her forehead. She was resting her cheek on one hand with a pen between the fingers of her other hand. She was reading a book with her head lowered.

The sun shone on her, showing off her soft and lustrous black hair. Her skin was so fair and clear, that it almost seemed translucent. Her thick and curly eyelashes cast two small shadows under her eyes.

She was so focused and calm that she looked almost like a scene frozen in time in an oil painting.

[ Op: I'm so torn. Even this god of learning is so hardworking. What right do I have to lie down and do nothing? ]