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Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat

Jiang Yan had been reborn. In his previous life, he was duped by his own father—who ended up in prison—into taking on the responsibilities of the family. He had to care for his grandparents in place of his father, show respect to his uncles, maintain brotherly love... In this life, he only wanted to breat free from these bloodsuckers, find a sugar "daddy", and by the way, nourish his stomach. ***** Song Jiawen felt something was weird. That guy from next door—who had to return to the countryside to study because his father was imprisoned—suddenly switched from literature to science and joined her class, and even moved to the seat behind her. Ostensibly, he did it so she could tutor him in physics and biology, but why did she always feel like he had an ulterior motive? ***** Years later, as Jiang Yan watched the soup simmering in the pot while soothing his son in his arms, he glanced back at his wife, who was leisurely watching TV on the sofa with her legs crossed, and thought miserably, this meal ticket he had married into was proving to be quite a struggle!

Mr. San Shi · Thành thị
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Chapter 067: Winning the Competition (Three More)

Song Jiawen focused on her painting until seven in the evening when she finally completed two pieces.

"Which one is mine?"

Jiang Yan couldn't wait to take the painting that belonged to him, but Huang Kai looked shocked, "Why is it yours?"

As a senior student, he didn't even have a painting from his junior sister, so why should this guy have one?

Jiang Yan boasted proudly, "She promised to give it to me."

Huang Kai turned his head and looked at Song Jiawen with puppy dog eyes, his intentions clear without words.

Song Jiawen glanced at Jiang Yan and huffed, "I might need to take it back tomorrow."

Jiang Yan smiled without saying a word, thinking to himself that now it was in his hands, how could he possibly give it back to her?

Don't even think about it.

The gallery had professionals for framing paintings, and since it was not yet eight in the evening, they hadn't closed. Jiang Yan, holding his own painting, excitedly rushed over.