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The Rise of the White Lotus

COMPLETED The downfall of the infamous white lotus, Lexi Yang led her to the only escape she knew -- SUICIDE. Born with a golden spoon, having all the privileges being the young miss of the prestigious Yang family, Lexi Yang was the type of person that whatever she wants, she gets. However, fate must have challenged her the moment she fell in love with the domineering CEO of Liu Empire. Alas, just like in every romance novel, Morris Liu fell for another woman who's kind, fragile, and gentle. Due to her intense desire to gain Morris Liu's love, she has done extreme vicious deeds. But in the end, everything backfired on her. Now, on her death moment, just as her vision went to a pitch-black abyss, a cute minion voice was heard. "Chuchururu~! CONGRATULATIONS! Your viciousness score surpassed the preliminary test! To receive full access to the 'otome love system', here's the initiation main task -- make your ex-fiance's best friend fall in love with you!" ----- For spoilers, questions, novel discussion, join my discord server: https://discord.gg/tdSWbQK Catch me on discord: BAJJ#2931 Buy this pleb a Kofi -- ko-fi.com/authorbajj

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Dumpling to human

"That was a good nap~" Refreshed, Churu muttered after yawning. She then turned her head to the person in front of her, meeting the icy yet disturbed pair of eyes. 

Glancing at the figure next to her, Churu met Ethan Lu's aghast front as if he had seen a ghost. Both men stared at her floating figure as she took the next several seconds loading what was going on. 

One. 

Two. 

Three. 

Churu blinked her eyes numerous times as she darted her eyes from Morris Liu to Ethan Lu. After two more seconds, her eyes widened as she realized Morris Liu was staring at her! 

He was staring at her! Like he could see her! 

"What..." Morris Liu murmured as his heart raced, sending alarms to the monitors of his condition. 

The voice of Churu, her tiny, high-pitched minion voice sounded just like the whispers he heard the other night. Just the thought of it, the trauma he tried to deny resurfaced — like a mushroom growing out of nowhere.