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The Almighty Rich Daughter is Explosively Cool!

For more than a decade, she disguised herself as a weakling while preyed on the strong – Qiao Qing had never viewed reputation as an important matter. But people began to take advantage and purposely hurt the ones she cared about. Qiao Qing then decided to stop hiding her real self. An incapable good-for-nothing? Her natural genius IQ can explode your eyeballs! A lowly commoner? Her real identity made her someone who you are not worthy enough to be friends with! A feeble chick? Her skills in ancient martial art can result in you looking for your teeth all over the ground! A godly student, a godly Go player, a godly night rider, a godly martial artist… as her real identity revealed little by little, all those snobs who once viewed her poorly began to switch sides and attempted to please her. Qiao Qing shut the front door. No guests welcomed. She blocked those who wanted her for their own selfish demands, but she couldn’t stop this one evildoer from approaching her. Just like that, climbing over the walls and entering through the window became Jun Yexuan’s specialty. As the President of the Jun Corporation, he had enough to protect Qiao Qing her entire life. But what bothered him was that Qiao Qing was far too independent and far too capable. Without any of his help, she was able to successfully handle everything. Jun Yexuan became moody – he felt like he wasn’t needed! So, on a random day, a cry for help appeared on Weibo, “What do I do when the wife is too capable? Waiting for immediate responses – it’s urgent.”

Tong Nieer · Fantasy
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1017 Chs

Third Brother, I Think I Saw Qingqing!

Translator: CokeZero Editor: Rainystars

"I'm not sure if Q is a member of the club, but as the world's number one hacker, his IQ must be high. I've searched for him for years and it's been fruitless. So today, I must come here and try my luck. I hope I won't be let down today."

The middle-aged man nodded, "I hope your wishes are fulfilled."

...

Inside another private room, a man wore a pure black suit and a beige jacket. He sat quietly in front of the window. 

His emerald eyes were clear like glass as his gaze was fixated on the entrance door downstairs. The steam from his teacup rolled up and dissipated as it reached his eyes. He was as beautiful as a painting. 

His friend, who sat across from him, asked, "The person you're waiting for still hasn't arrived?"

The man nodded.

His friend asked again, "You're here just to meet up with her? You don't want to poach some talents?"

The man was speechless. 

The friend inquired yet again, "Someone who's been on your mind?"