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Eighties Sweetheart Wife

Gu Huai'an, a young scion of the No. 01 Courtyard Manor, had become the chief commander at Dragon Aviation Command Center at a very young age. He was known for his cold demeanor and seldom smiled or laughed. Not only did he come from a distinguished family, but he was also the unattainable gem of Beidu No. 01 Courtyard Mansion. Suddenly one day, he heard someone calling him "little brother." When he followed the voice, a pretty girl with an indifferent face asked, "Excuse me, sir, do I know you?" Yet at the same time: 【Wow, little brother is so handsome.】 【There are mountains beyond mountains, buildings beyond buildings, but little brother is handsome and gentle.】 【Little brother, hug!】 Gu Huai'an: …… The little girl's mouth, deceptive as a ghost's. ********* Song Yunuan transmigrated into a period novel and became a minor villainess who was soon eliminated – a role too small to be smaller. On her first day in the book, she stood in the Song family courtyard, trying hard to recall why the entire Song family would be wiped out in the story. In the end, she failed to notice the collective petrified expressions of the Song family members. Later… Her father became the richest man, her brother a top lawyer, her younger brother a scientist, her younger aunt a singer, and even her grandmother became a landlady. She herself turned into everyone's beloved darling. Song Yunuan: What happened to the hellish start I was promised?

Joe Yishui · 都市
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676 Chs

Chapter 225 Also Really Convinced_1

Song Mingsheng pursed his lips and tugged his sister towards the exit.

While walking, he said, "Luckily, Jade Ruyi was asleep, otherwise, if it heard Dad calling it ugly, it would have gotten angry again."

Song Yunuan stopped in her tracks, pinched her brother's tender little cheeks, and said, "Asheng, you can't indulge it, you know. Spoiling a child is like killing a child..."

Song Mingsheng's eyes widened: "But, it... it's not my son, is it? I don't even have a wife yet."

"It's just a metaphor. We can't say it's a trinket, but it's not far off, and besides, you were the one who rescued it from the basement. It should be thankful to you. The way you two should interact is that it listens to what you say, not the other way around where you take to heart whatever it says. Do you understand?"

Song Mingsheng thought for a while, his cheeks flushing with excitement, and he nodded vigorously: "Yeah, I get it, I get it!"