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Transmigration: Lady Chi Woos The Ice cold Professor Jun

When Chi Lian dies on her earth, she wakes up in the body of another girl with the same name as her on a different earth. One with empires and royal families. Poor and desperate to survive, she is bound to a virtual pet system that can access technology from its home planet for her to use. There is just one catch. The only job she can do is that of a paparazzo. From there, she is determined to build herself a media empire and take back what her family lost. Her main news worthy targets are the most wanted but hard to get bachelors of the empire. They are rich, handsome and the media is afraid of publishing their pictures and information. But somehow, Chi Lian manages to do the impossible, she takes their pictures all the time. Which woman would not pay for their exclusive pictures and news after all. One in particular attracts her the most, The cold CEO and Professor Jun Muyang who everyone says is cold to women. With her technology and wits, Chi Lian and her adopted daughter find all ways to invade his space and in the process, steal his heart. But just how far is she willing to go to melt professor Ice cube's heart and keep her competitors at a distance? All those women in the empire who wanted Jun Muyang were waiting eagerly for her rejection. But it would be a long wait. Week one..." Jun Muyang, I bought you these flowers." Jun Muyang: "Get lost." Year one..."Baby I need another kiss." Chi Lian..."Get lost." Other works. Transmigrating from a zombie world to become the mecha kings wife[ongoing]

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Mei-Mei, the little ballerina

The Lito dancer studio was inside the emperor's courts, and for this reason, the parents and relatives of the children could actually walk to the venue. However, the rich never did anything lightly because even those who lived five minutes away from the venue drove their expensive cars to it. 

Chi Lian was actually glad that had done her nails and dressed up elegantly because so had most parents. It was mostly mothers but they wore classy dresses and skirts, with heels and perfectly made up faces. 

They alighted from their expensive cars, and waved or smiled gently at each other when they met at the entrance of the studio. 

The studio itself was no small venue, it occupied a large space and could fit at least two hundred people. Even the upper floor was occupied by The Lito dancer, it was used by the older children, of ages six to ten.