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The Spoiled and Malicious Young Miss Awakens

Miss Chi Yu of the Chi family has been plagued with misfortune since birth. She has endured car accidents, kidney failure, and experts predicted she wouldn’t live past eighteen. Fortunately, those around her dote on her excessively, indulging her bad temper and pampering her into a spoiled princess. However, one day she accidentally opens a book and discovers that she is actually an adopted child of the Chi family, meant to serve as a scapegoat for the true heiress, the real Miss Chi born on the same day, month, and year as her. They elevated her to the clouds, subjected her to public scorn and hatred, all to later declare that the “innocent” girl was the true heiress once she was gone. Desperate to change her fate, Chi Yu finds herself thwarted by a mysterious force—destined to die on her eighteenth birthday. In her despair, Chi Yu turns dark. If she’s doomed to die a wretched death, then no one else will have a peaceful life! She becomes increasingly ruthless and arrogant, forcing her deceitful assistant to apologize on his knees and disrupting her uncle’s multi-million-dollar deal. They are furious, enraged, and helpless. If they want the kitchen maid’s daughter to survive, they cannot touch her. Everyone hates her, except for the newly hired bodyguard who brainlessly defends her to the end. “Miss, you’re spot on, brilliant, and absolutely infuriating!” Chi Yu: Although he seems a bit foolish, he’s quite endearing, isn’t he? As her eighteenth birthday approaches and she resigns herself to her grim fate, a prominent family from the capital arrives, claiming their lost daughter…

KatherineJe · 现代言情
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199 Chs

Disdain for These Simple Exam Papers

The lively chatter ended abruptly as the class bell rang.

The students were herded back into the classroom, and as Wen Rushuang entered, holding the exam papers, countless eyes were glued to her. She forcefully tossed the papers onto the desk, her expression blank, clearly in a sour mood.

"As you might have guessed, the results are out... and they are far from satisfactory!"

She began with a bitter complaint, then suddenly shifted her tone, sharp and biting: "It's one thing to have low scores, but what disappoints me the most is that some students dared to blatantly cheat, thinking they could fool us teachers like we're idiots!"

The desk thundered beneath her palm, and the class fell into a stunned silence.

Wen Rushuang was not without her methods. In less than a week, she had already brought Class One to heel.