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Miss Beautiful C.E.O and her system

Transmigrated as a beautiful CEO, everything is within reach of her hands. Wealth, Power, and Influence. And she also possesses the system. Starting point high with all the helps from the universe, what could go wrong? What?! She is in a world similar to the combination of novels. What! The most hated sadomasochistic-SM-CEO and his wife, novel theme, and her half-sister was a heroine. Side characters never ever had a good time as the world revolves around them. Our CEO knows this and her worries increase. What?! Another novel theme shows up in this world and it's a stallion one. Messed up and you still tell me... Heaven! That's not all, she is supposed to be a member of the harem of the male protagonist. ****! our CEO shoves a middle finger at the world and strangles the system. What in the world have you brought me here for? Companions, enemies, connections, and successes are all meant for her to walk through. Each step, every struggle will be her monument. Rising to the top of the pyramid, overlooking from above, everything within her grasp. Prove to the world, a woman can hold up half the sky. First, Let me find a way to divorce this engagement with Lin Fan. Former Title: My system helps me become a cold, beautiful, elegant C.E.O

PraiseElune · LGBT+
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Ling Qingyu: Is there something wrong with my IQ

[A/N: Please reread the previous chapter since I updated them yesterday if you only saw the short version. A bit dizzy yesterday due to lack of sleeping and wrong sleep cycles.]

The first item exhibited didn't even move Ling Qingyu's eyelids. It was nothing more than the famous abstract painting or it seemed.

After the host announced the identity of the painter, people gasped. Their eyes shone with greed to own the painting.

Ling Qingyu was confused. People enjoyed seeing weird pattern designs and felt the true art. How come? Whenever she looked at the painting, why did she feel like an idiot? She couldn't analyze anything.

Ling Qingyu scratched her head, doubtful of her IQ, after comparing with the restless crowd. Even Tang Ziyi and Xiao Yue, who had nothing to do with art, were commenting on this and that.

She nearly plucked away her hair from overthinking. Her expression amused Yang Qingyue on the side, who chuckled.