Business Management
Blame Me for Being Too Beautiful and Kind
I am a woman of boundless kindness.
So when Song Lin’an told me that the only woman he had ever loved was my elder half sister, I sent him straight to the grave without hesitation.
“My sister is dead, and since your devotion runs so deep, you should join her. No need to thank me. Nothing delights me more than helping true lovers fulfill their wishes.”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of our betrothal.
Song Lin’an glared at me and humiliated me before everyone. “The Song family will only welcome a truly virtuous woman. We will never let a vicious shrew through our doors!”
He broke off the match and made me the laughingstock of the capital.
He also branded me a vicious woman.
Song Lin’an schemed his way into marrying my elder half sister instead.
No one wanted me after that.
On the day they returned to visit her family, Song Lin’an sneered at me. “Everyone knows what you really are now. Let us see who else you can ruin!”
I only smiled.
The fool had no idea that in our previous life, I had lived to eighty while he had dropped dead at twenty.
I knew far too many things he did not.
The Wicked True Heiress
I am the real heiress who was deliberately switched at birth by a nanny.
Raised among the worst people at the very bottom of society, I grew up seeing nearly every shade of darkness this world had to offer.
After I returned to my biological family, everyone expected me to give way to the fake heiress and stop competing with her for their affection.
What they did not know was that shallow affection could never satisfy my ambition.
Susu
The moment my daughter was born, Old Madam Lu of the Yongchang Marquis Estate took her away.
There was only one reason: I was once the most celebrated courtesan in Yongning, and the kept mistress of the marquis’s heir.
A filthy, lowborn prostitute like me had no right to raise the estate’s precious young lady.
Not even when I was the one who had given birth to her.
Her Dreams Live On
On the night before she joins her boyfriend’s startup, Wen Xiyue receives a call from herself twelve years in the future.
He will become a billionaire, but she will spend those years running his errands and surrendering her own ambitions.
Her future self has one urgent warning: take the developer job instead.
This time, Xiyue chooses her own career—and refuses to let the man who wants her talent steal her future.
When Winter Rain Becomes Spring Chill
Bad news: I was sold into the Wu household, worked myself to the bone for three or four years, and just when life finally started looking up, the whole family had its property confiscated.
Good news: the Wus were pardoned, the family was released, and even the master escaped execution.
Bad news: they were exiled to Ningguta.
Good news: Ningguta was where I came from.
Zhi Yuan
When Xie Yan was diagnosed with stomach cancer, I was abroad, clearing my head.
He was calling for the hundredth time when my secretary-a man standing six-foot-two-finally picked up the phone.
“Where are you? Who is that with you?” I heard his voice crack over the line, sounding like he was on the verge of a total breakdown.
I couldn’t help but let out a mocking sneer. “Didn’t we agree to stay out of each other’s business? Why are you acting like such a sore loser now?”
Jiang Wu
My father was the most formidable businessman in the Republic of China. On my seventh birthday, the gift he gave me was a handgun.
I blinked at him. “But Papa, I’m a girl.”
Father pondered for a moment, realizing that it was indeed inappropriate. He then turned to the butler and ordered, “Go have a custom gun made for the Young Miss. Make it pink.”