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After Transmigrating into a Cannon Fodder Character in the 1980s, I Trash Them All

Su Hanyan transmigrates into a novel set in the industrialization period. She becomes a cannon fodder side character - one with a weak personality, who is always being bullied by others and often used as an unlucky sacrificial lamb by the novel's main characters! In the novel, her 'fantastic' mother favors boys over girls. Carrying the mindset of 'sacrificing her daughter's life for the happiness of the family, she is made to give up her job for the female lead and that marks the start of her tragic life. Her family bleeds her dry, just like the female lead. She goes after the same guy as the female lead despite being abused by her husband. It can't be any worse. After recapping the entire story, Su Hanyan tears the script into shreds. There's no way she's going to be cannon fodder! She was never a coward! To deal with these heartless people, she has only one thought. She cannot let them have their way! In two words, f*ck them! Enter the young and talented surgeon, Jin Chen. His looks, capabilities, and family background are top class. He's cold and proud. Many women have tried to woo him but no one has caught his eye. This continues until one day—the usually indifferent Dr. Jin directs his warm and adoring gaze towards a young lady and says, "Anything Yanyan says goes!" Everyone is stunned. How did this random stray from the Su family get you into her hands? "Woo her!" Jin Chen smiles brightly. "I was the one who wooed her. The secret is to be shameless!"

Leaf Whispering Serenely · Urban
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916 Chs

Recovery Effect (1)

Translator: 549690339

"Then I'll have to trouble you! I have to go back. My house is far from the factory. If I'm any later, it'll be difficult to get a car." Jiang Kuo said.

"Okay, you go!"

Su Hanyan looked at the time and it was almost seven o'clock. Originally, when she passed by the factory manager's house, she wanted to say hello first before going to the printing factory to deliver the manuscript. But now, it seemed that there was no need. She could just go straight to class.

She threw the pile of manuscripts on the table into the trash can in the corner. As she walked, she thought to herself that it would be great if the manuscripts could recover on their own.

She thought of her golden finger. It was a pity that it only had the effect of healing. If only it had the effect of recovery.