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Reincarnation Of The Businesswoman At School
Author: Su Nuanse
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She was once a puppet to her family, a commercial spy and assassin pursued by the police. One day, she falls into the sea after being betrayed. When she wakes up again, she is an ordinary third year student in high school. Due to her ignoble past and the ostracization of her relatives, she has always been bullied by her classmates, partly due to her being a loner. With her gaining a new lease of life, she undergoes a massive change, returning any bullying she received in the past. With a powerful cheat, a pair of telepathic jade eyes, she is able to easily appraise jade and succeed at gambling. She starts a business, becoming a legendary businesswoman. There's no need to talk about people who previously mocked her for being poor when they see her billion-yuan net worth. When relatives visit to cozy up with her, they are denied. We are no longer related to one another. Return to whatever foul place you came from! Days are good, except for an easily jealous man beside her. For no good reason, she ends up aching all over, especially in her nether regions, all thanks to him. This is a story whose male and female leads are both strong and untainted.
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Memories of Smelling Fragrance Fragrance was a unique memory symbol. It could travel through time and space, projecting images of the past in his mind like a slide show. Each fragrance was like a key that opened a door to a specific memory. In his memory, the elegant fragrance of osmanthus was always closely related to autumn. Every time autumn came, the osmanthus flowers would quietly bloom. The tiny flower was like a starry sky, hidden among the green leaves. A gentle breeze blew past, and the rich and mellow fragrance spread out like strands of silk. There were a few osmanthus trees by the school field. During the break, my classmates and I would play under the tree. The fragrance filled the air and lingered around us. We talked about our dreams and shared the little secrets of our lives in the fragrance of flowers. At that time, the fragrance of osmanthus was mixed with the ignorance and vitality of youth. It was a taste full of infinite longing for the future. And that fresh gardenia fragrance, it always reminds me of the small courtyard in my hometown. When she was young, her grandmother had planted a few gardenia flowers in the corner of the yard. Every early summer, gardenias would bloom. The snow-white petals were like the skirt of a fairy who had descended to the mortal world. In the early morning, the sun shone on the flowers. Crystal dewdrops rolled on the petals, emitting a refreshing fragrance. I would often pick one and put it in my hair, jumping around in the yard. The fragrance was accompanied by Grandma's kind smile and warm advice. It was the smell of home, a symbol of a carefree childhood. The slightly bitter wormwood fragrance was closely related to the traditional festival. Every Dragon Boat Festival, every household would hang the wormwood. The wormwood was tied into a bundle and hung at the door. The air was filled with the unique fragrance of wormwood. Grandma would use wormwood to boil water for us to bathe, saying that it could ward off evil spirits and illnesses. In the kitchen, he could even see green balls made of wormwood. The green dumpling emitted a faint fragrance of wormwood. When he took a bite, it was soft and sweet. The fragrance of the wormwood contained the inheritance of traditional culture, the embodiment of folk customs, and the warm memories of a family sitting together to celebrate the festival. The fragrance was like an invisible thread, connecting the scattered memory pearls together. Whether it's the sweet fragrance of osmanthus, the fragrance of gardenia, or the bitter fragrance of wormwood, they all carry memories of different stages of my life. "In the long river of time, this fragrance will not be obliterated. Instead, it will become more mellow as time passes and become a precious treasure in my heart. When I smell these familiar fragrances again, the past will surge back like a tide, and those beautiful memories will bloom in my heart again. The novel "Smelling the Jasmine Fragrance Again" is equally exciting. Everyone is welcome to click and read it!
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