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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?

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Chapter 530: The Small Grove

Rather than a love essay, it seemed more like Bian Haiying was confessing her own feelings, her aspirations, her pursuits, and her endless affection for her lover.

If Lin Han were the paranoid type, he might well take the essay personally.

But Song Yunuan really couldn't do anything about this Prose Society.

After all, this was the eighties, the era most brimming with passion and idealism in pursuit of romance and poetry.

They loved to cut out articles and photos from newspapers, loved to copy down quotes and fine sentences from famous people, and even more, they loved to create, to engage in anything related to the written word.

Song Yunuan turned her head, ready to read her own book.

Bian Haiying glanced at Song Yunuan, frowning slightly. Song Yunuan appeared low-key, but was actually anything but.