xiaoxingxing
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Shi Muxi hurried downstairs in a few steps, rushing toward the school gate. Her eyes immediately locked onto Jiang Yihuai’s car parked by the roadside. The man leaned against the car, wearing an off-white T-shirt under a long dark gray coat, paired with sleek black casual pants. He looked just like a university student—young and full of energy. He turned heads wherever he stood. Within three minutes, he checked the time on his watch three times. They agreed on 10 o’clock, but she was already…-
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Shao Wenbai didn’t say anything. To him, food was just a means to replenish energy—taste didn’t matter. “All done.” Su Yumian glanced over. The neatly arranged red peppers and bok choy were lined up perfectly, showing clear signs of an obsessive-compulsive hand at work. She chuckled lightly. “What’s so funny?” Shao Wenbai asked, confused. Su Yumian cleared her throat. “Nothing. You can leave now.” “Alright.” Shao Wenbai dried his hands and nodded slightly. Su Yumian…
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Su Yumian hadn’t experienced the feeling of doing things herself in a long time. During her years with Jiang Yihuai, she wouldn’t say she was completely pampered, but she definitely never had to do any manual labor. Even in the early years, when he was just starting his business and money was tight, they still had a part-time cleaning lady come in for the weekly housework. Now, after finishing a bucket of paint, Su Yumian stretched her sore back. She had been living in comfort for too…
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As he got closer, Jiang Yihuai noticed that the her beautiful wavy hair had been straightened, and the color he liked most had been dyed back to black. No makeup. No high heels. Just a plain white T-shirt—completely simple. Except… her eyes seemed even brighter than before. There wasn’t a trace of heartbreak or sorrow. If she was pretending, Jiang Yihuai had to admit—she was doing a damn good job. Good enough to piss him off. Su Yumian frowned. She knew him too well. That expression—it was…
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"I owe her that much." Shao Yuwei almost choked on her drink. She coughed twice and waved her hands in refusal. “Please spare me, sis.” “You know I failed Professor Ouyang’s elective course in college and had to take a retest. Just thinking about her makes me nervous. Besides, I’m practically invisible—she probably doesn’t even remember me. I really can’t help you.” Su Yumian saw how reluctant she was and didn’t push further. “But,” Shao Yuwei’s eyes glinted with…
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At the Dining Table. Jiang Yihuai: "Where’s the millet porridge?" "You mean the stomach-soothing porridge?" "Stomach-soothing porridge?" "The one Miss Su used to make all the time. Millet, yam, lily bulbs, red dates—cooked together, right? Oh, I don’t have time to make that. You have to soak the lily bulbs, coix seeds, and red dates the night before, then wake up early to cook it." "And the heat control is crucial. I don’t have Miss Su’s patience to watch over it the whole time, so…
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"What's up with Jiang-ge?" Cheng Zhou glanced at the man drinking gloomily and quietly scooted closer to Gu Yizhou. The moment Jiang Yihuai walked in, his face was as dark as a storm cloud. The lively atmosphere in the room dimmed slightly. "Got blocked by someone, obviously." Gu Yizhou, fully enjoying the drama, fanned the flames without hesitation. Hearing that, Jiang Yihuai’s face darkened even more. "Bang—" His glass slammed onto the glass table. Frustrated, he unbuttoned his shirt…
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Last night, he drank a little too much, and in the second half of the night, Cheng Zhou insisted on continuing. By the time Jiang Yihuai was dropped off at his villa by the driver, the sky was already beginning to brighten. He had already collapsed onto his bed, drowsiness washing over him, but he still forced himself to take a quick shower. Now Mianmian wouldn’t scold him, right? Half-conscious, Jiang Yihuai couldn’t help but think. When he opened his eyes again, it was due to pain.…
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"Is it hard to find a space? Let me go out and help—" Noticing the man's dark expression, Cheng Zhou belatedly realized, "Cough! Jiang-ge, don't tell me... Yumian-jie still hasn't come back?" It had already been more than a day. Jiang Yihuai spread his hands and shrugged. "Come back? Do you think breakups are just for fun?" With that, he walked past him and sat on the couch. Cheng Zhou scratched his head. No way, is this breakup for real this time? But he quickly shook his head,…
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Everyone in their circle knew—Su Yumian was hopelessly in love with Jiang Yihuai. So in love that she had no life of her own, no time for herself. She wanted nothing more than to revolve around him 24/7. Every time they broke up, she would come crawling back within three days, begging to get back together. Anyone in the world could say the words "break up"—except Su Yumian. Jiang Yihuai walked in with his new fling, and the private room fell into an eerie silence for a few seconds. Su Yumian paused…
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