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      What’S Wrong With Just Eating His Majesty’S Soft Rice? Chapter 15

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      by — Chapter 15: The Boomerang Hits Back Upon arriving at the police station, Zhou Yinli realized what kind of place this was based on his existing knowledge, and he gave Fang Cheng a wary look. Fang Cheng didn't realize his purpose had been discovered. He was already used to Zhou Yinli's jumpy behavior, so he didn't pay it much mind. He told him to wait on a bench in the reception hall while he went to find a familiar face. The young officer at the reception desk felt someone approaching and put on a…
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      What’S Wrong With Just Eating His Majesty’S Soft Rice? Chapter 14

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      by — Chapter 14: A man who can cook has half as many rivals in love. Fang Cheng finished his shower and tossed his dirty clothes into the washing machine. As the sound of water filling the old machine and the rhythmic tumbling echoed in his mind, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. From the time and place Zhou Yinli appeared, to the content of their conversations, to the sword that had sliced off his hair, to Zhou Yinli’s strange combat prowess, and the scars on his…
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      What’S Wrong With Just Eating His Majesty’S Soft Rice? Chapter 13

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      by — Chapter 13 What Kind of Empress? They booked a medium-sized room. Everyone was accustomed to the dim KTV environment and the ghostly wailing echoing from the various private booths. Only Zhou Yinli looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy. Standing beside Fang Cheng, he gripped the other man's wrist. His grip was quite forceful. Fang Cheng felt a slight sting in his wrist, but he didn't struggle or pull away. He had long since grown used to Zhou Yinli having these occasional "glitches." He…
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      What’S Wrong With Just Eating His Majesty’S Soft Rice? Chapter 12

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      by — Chapter 12: It’s Almost Over Fang Cheng felt a stir in his heart, but he feigned disdain. "What's this? You earned this money yourself. Why are you giving it to me?" Zhou Yinli's hand remained steady, holding the money out without a hint of hesitation. "Consider it a debt I owe you. For room and board." With that explanation, Fang Cheng's psychological burden vanished, and he immediately took the cash. Lin Er frowned and pulled Zhou Yinli to a corner. "Little Zhou, money is just a worldly possession.…
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      What’S Wrong With Just Eating His Majesty’S Soft Rice? Chapter 11

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      by — Chapter 11 Two Fools Dropping that line, Lin Er turned around with his meal and left to harass someone else. Being an emperor isn't all it's cracked up to be. You're locked in the palace all day like a canary, never seeing anything fun. Why not try a different identity? How about pretending to be... uh, a nanny? Fang Cheng felt a strange sense of responsibility toward Zhou Yinli. He figured this illness had probably lasted a long time, but if he subtly persuaded him every day, maybe there was still hope…
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      What’S Wrong With Just Eating His Majesty’S Soft Rice? Chapter 10

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      by — Chapter 10: You Two Have a Problem. Fang Cheng talked to him for a while before suddenly remembering something. Wait a second. After saying that, he ran into his grandmother's room and rummaged through the cabinets for a while. He pulled out an old senior phone and found that it actually still worked when he turned it on. These kinds of senior phones were incredibly resilient. He handed the phone to Zhou Yinli. Use this for now. Zhou Yinli took the device curiously, holding it cautiously as if he were…
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      Visa On Arrival Chapter 9

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      by — Missing The plane landed. Dusk fell. Qi Ranyue rested one hand on the steering wheel while the other adjusted the air conditioning vent. "I have something to do later, so I won't take you back to my apartment. I'll drop you home first so you can rest," she said, her gaze sweeping over Chen Rong in the passenger seat. The city lights flowed past the car window, flickering across her face. Qi Ranyue paused, her fingers tapping twice on the steering wheel. "I need to go to the hospital later to pick…
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      Visa On Arrival Chapter 8

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      by — Zen Meditation Chen Rong got up early and was already finished getting ready, carrying the fresh scent of someone who had just washed up. She turned around to see the person on the bed still curled up under the covers, sleeping soundly. Qi Ranyue had shrunk herself into a small ball, wrapped tightly in the quilt, with only half her face and the hand her head was resting on visible. Her hair was scattered messily across the pillow, with a few stray strands sticking up and fluttering gently with her…
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      Visa On Arrival Chapter 7

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      by — Brocken Phenomenon The aroma of food wafted toward her, the dining table packed to the brim. The steamed tilapia was topped with shredded green onions and ginger, drizzled with peanut oil and soy sauce that released a fragrance sharp enough to pierce the senses. The sauce on the sweet and sour ribs was thick enough to pull into threads. The cola chicken wings were reduced perfectly, the glaze thick and glistening. The garlic sautéed bok choy carried a pungent, appetizing aroma. Poached shrimp were…
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      Visa On Arrival Chapter 6

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      by — Someone she liked? Usually, she was like a restless little rabbit, bouncing around, lively and full of vitality. At this moment, however, she lay obediently in bed, her long hair scattered across the pillow, making her small face appear somewhat pale. A high fever had brought a sickly flush to her cheeks, and though her lips were dry, she still looked exquisite. The IV drip ticked away quietly. Her eyelashes were damp, and she occasionally let out a soft, pained whimper. That pitiful appearance made it…
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