Qurit.
Stories
7
Chapters
307
Words
325.5 K
Comments
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Reading
1 d, 3 h
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Jiang Zhi stared at the barren interior—a shell barely distinguishable from an unfinished construction site—and froze. This was what he meant by "sparse"? It was utterly, devastatingly empty! Not a single piece of furniture, not even a stool to sit on… A grim thought surfaced: Was he so desperate to marry her just to gain a maid? A gust of wind whistled through the doorway, carrying an imaginary swirl of dust. Jiang Zhi shivered, the desolation evoking an autumnal bleakness. And he expected her to…-
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The words "facing bankruptcy" echoed in Jiang Zhi’s mind. Though furious at Cheng Shuwen’s invasion of her privacy, she couldn’t ignore her uncle’s crisis. On the way to the Qin residence, she skimmed the news: the Qin Group, specializing in furniture design, faced allegations of substandard materials and excessive formaldehyde in its latest line. Crucially, parents claimed their child developed leukemia after using Qin furniture. Opportunistic media fueled the fire, sparking mass demands for…
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Jiang Zhi’s voice was sincere, soft, and utterly unambiguous. The air in the office seemed to chill several degrees the moment she spoke. The man remained silent, his deep eyes narrowing fractionally behind the gold-rimmed glasses, as if dissecting her words. Though seasoned by three years navigating the entertainment industry’s storms, the sheer oppressive force of his presence coiled tension in her chest. Seconds ticked by, stretching into an eternity; a thin layer of sweat slicked her palms. This…
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The word "boyfriend" died on the nurse’s lips. Oops… almost slipped. Last night, the hospital director personally received a man in gold-rimmed glasses—a face so flawlessly sculpted it silenced the night-shift nurses. His expression was taut with worry, cradling an unconscious, breathtakingly beautiful woman. She’d been assigned to this room, privileged to witness the pair: the woman, doll-like with porcelain skin and mesmerizing fox-eyes; the man, imposing in his tailored suit, icy aura melting…
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Jiang Zhi’s voice was icy. "Paparazzi already have photos of you entangled with Wen Nian. If news of our three-year secret relationship surfaces, what storm do you think will hit the internet?" Jiang Nian’s "Film Emperor" title was freshly won, his throne barely warmed. A scandal exposing his "affair" and hidden relationship would devastate his career. In contrast, going public with Wen Nian could boost their new drama—advantageous damage control. Jiang Nian gritted his teeth. "So desperate to leave…
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TomatoTV Live Studio. The female host turned to the stunningly handsome man seated opposite her—a man radiating an aura of noble restraint—and posed the final question of the interview. "President Shang, is your return to China this time focused on expanding into the entertainment market?" A purely business-oriented question. If he answered smoothly, as he had throughout, this session would conclude perfectly. The man crossed his long legs, impeccably dressed in a tailored black haute couture suit,…
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Afterwards, Jiang Nian turned to head for the bathroom. Wen Nian caught his wrist, her voice dripping with coy suspicion. "Nian-ge, are you sure there's nothing going on between you and that ugly manager of yours?" Jiang Nian's step faltered, a flicker of something complex crossing his eyes. Then, he looked down at Wen Nian with practiced gentleness. "Hmm. I've kept her around simply because she's useful. Don't overthink it. It's you I love." The words were meant for Wen Nian, yet they sounded more like a…
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