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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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268 Chs

Teamwork

It was deep into the night before Han Qingshan and Zhou Yan finished their conversation.

They had agreed on dealing with the Mu family together, but since it was going to be more than just a mere pressuring but a full out war, many things had to be planned first.

Han Qingshan was exhausted when he finally dragged his body into his bedroom, but what greeted him made all the exhaustion vanish.

Jiang Yingyue was sleeping soundly in his bed. Her hair, with extensions, was spread over the pillow, her white face so beautiful in the moonlight that fell through the crack in the blinds in front of the windows.

She seemed as if she had tried waiting for him but had unknowingly fallen asleep. Seeing her like this, he felt all the efforts he put into it were worth it.

As he took off his clothes, his eyes did not leave the sleeping figure on the bed, and when he dressed in his pajamas, he quickly dug under the duvet.