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Young Master Qin Keeps Coveting Me After I Beat Him Up

Jiang Xun was transmigrated as a cannon fodder. Her mother died when she was young, her stepmother schemes against her, and her father abandoned her in a village. But Jiang Xun didn’t panic, and she was a person who always won by virtue. Thieves would say, "Stop hitting me, I’ll change careers!" Thugs would say, "Stop hitting me, I’ll return the money!" At the Jiang family banquet, guests were watching her every move, waiting for her to make a fool of herself. “I heard that she’s been living in the village for eleven years and has a country bumpkin-like feel to her. If I were the Jiang family, I wouldn't risk her embarrassing me by letting her attend." Mr. Jiang said to her, "Stay behind your mother and don’t speak lest you embarrass yourself." Her stepmother nodded. "The Qin family’s patriarch, Qin Mufeng is noble, benevolent, and abstinent. Don’t even think about someone like him; he's completely out of your league.” Sure. She didn’t intend to marry into a rich family anyway. She just wanted to beat up the man in the rumors. But why was this man following her around all day every day?

As If Dawn · General
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How Did You Know It Was Me

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"It's not up to you and me to decide." Pingtai laughed. "Hurry up and ready the data. I'll show it to the boss and then we can decide whether to invite Jiang Xun or not."

"Okay!" The assistant quickly went to work on it.

After finishing, Pingtai ran out of the office with the data in his arms.

When he went out, he almost tripped and fell out of the room.

That afternoon, Jiang Xun received a call from Wang Yicheng after class.

In order to avoid contacting Jiang Xun when she was in class, Yicheng had a copy of Jiang Xun's class schedule in his hands.

"Jiang Jiang, aiyo! Tell me about your ability to sell goods." Yicheng now felt that it was a pity that their products were all virtual social platforms, so the effect of selling goods was not as good as the real thing.