Little Panda
Stories
55
Chapters
7,356
Words
19.4 M
Comments
4,207
Reading
67 d, 7 h
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The Mistaken Notice Fighting a tiger? No, that's Wu Song's job! Not long after, she saw five or six men dressed in bailiff uniforms walking toward the Yamen, swords at their waists, strutting with authority. Each one cut an impressive figure, and Shen Hetang watched with undisguised envy. She thought of her old police squad—the one she had never worked a single day for—and a pang of regret surfaced. Though by now, she supposed she could count as a martyr. With that in mind, her desire for a…-
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Boarding the Pirate Ship Picking up a wife for free. The crowd downstairs watching the commotion hadn't entirely dispersed yet; many were still craning their necks, waiting. Matchmaker Wang walked over and asked, "Has the young lady settled matters on this end? Can we proceed directly to the formal wedding bows?" "Of course, right this instant," Jiang Chenyu replied calmly in a low voice. "Wedding bows?" Shen Hetang's eyes went round. "Naturally. Choosing a day is not as good as hitting upon…
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The Hero Saves the Beauty She is my legally wedded wife It was a scene of vibrant spring, blooming with red flowers and green willows. Yet this magnificent scenery was utterly ruined by the hideous man standing in the distance. Seeing that she was too late to physically block the slap aimed at Miss Jiang's face, Shen Hetang bent down and snatched up a stone half the size of an egg. The moment her fingertips brushed the rock, it shot through the air. While the man was still howling, Shen Hetang…
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The Stepfather's Scheme A spine-chilling approach. The dim candlelight flickered. In the main hall of the Jiang Manor, a man around forty sat stiffly upright. Not far in front of him stood a vibrant, beautiful girl in the cardamom years of her youth. Her vibrant appearance carried a touch of fresh elegance, like a flower bud yet to bloom—even a bud still heavy with dew. A figure far surpassing her peers made her the center of attention wherever she stood. "Father, for what matter have you…
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The Fateful Embroidered Ball Even when your eyebrows are on fire, you still have to pick a handsome one. On the second floor of the Jinxiangyu Teahouse, Jiang Chenyu and her little maidservant hurriedly found Matchmaker Wang. “Auntie Wang, what of the matter I discussed with you? Is everything arranged?” she asked impatiently, the moment she saw the woman. Three days ago, while her stepfather was away, she had snuck past his spies to contact this matchmaker. Ordinarily, the woman wouldn't…
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The mother and daughter sat talking for a while, and then Qiao Chunyi had to leave for work. When she married her ex-husband Tuoba Xiu, her mother-in-law—Tuoba Xiu's mother—did not like this daughter-in-law from a humble family. She tried every method to obstruct the two of them, and among the various tyrannical demands she made was this one: marrying her son was fine, but she had to be a virtuous wife and good mother who supported her husband and raised their children. In other words, Qiao…-
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Tuoba Yan sat by the window, a fresh breeze brushing against her face as she took in the bustling cityscape outside—endless streams of cars and pedestrians. It was refreshing and pleasant. The short-haired woman beside her wasn't faring so well. She had an oversized bag slung over her shoulder, stuffed to the brim, and wore thin-heeled stilettos on her feet. Her left hand gripped the overhead strap while her right painstakingly typed out a text message one-handed. Just watching her made Tuoba Yan…
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Tuoba Yan knelt before the shrine, her face resolute and cold, her spine straight. Were it not for the black-and-grey Buddhist Robes she wore, no one would have thought she was in lay Buddhist practice, chanting sutras and praying for the people she had "killed." The small Buddhist Shrine held only an offering table, a Gilded Buddha Statue, and a worn, cold, hard Meditation Mat. Tuoba Yan knelt on the Meditation Mat, her knees long since numb with pain. She gazed at the compassionate-faced Bodhisattva…
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Awakening When she opened her eyes again, the ceiling above was snow-white. Tuoba Yan's entire body was powerless, and her left wrist throbbed with agony: "Mmm…" "Yanyan!" a somewhat familiar female voice softly exclaimed. "Yanyan!" Yanyan? Tuoba Yan thought groggily. It had been a very, very long time since anyone had called her Yanyan. She struggled to turn her head—the woman sitting beside her was the same one who had been crying bitterly earlier. Seeing her daughter wake up, Qiao Chunyi…
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At Tuoba Yan's height of 1.67 meters, 105 jin wasn't fat at all, but she had the misfortune of a body type that showed weight easily, with a frame slightly larger than the petite and cute standard required by idol auditions. The current aesthetic trend favored pointed chins and large eyes, while her classical oval face was unpopular, so she didn't even pass the preliminary round and was perfunctorily dismissed. Humiliated and devastated, Tuoba Yan fell seriously ill after returning home, and before…
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