Citrus Translations

Ye Xiqing fully demonstrated her "want it all, want it all, and want it all" spirit. Like a robber, she snatched away the necklace that Ji Yuxiu had intended to give her. Under the warm light, the emerald necklace, studded with diamonds, shimmered with dazzling brilliance. Regardless of its value, its beauty alone was enough to captivate anyone who looked at it. Having spent so much time with Ye Xiqing, the system understood her somewhat. She had never liked wearing heavy, cumbersome, yet beautiful accessories, so it guessed, "You're not planning to sell it, are you?" Ye Xiqing closed the box and looked at the system speechlessly. "Of course not. Do you think I'm the kind of crude person who would sell a gift someone gave me?" "And just because I dislike how these things get in the way doesn't mean I actually dislike them." "Something this beautiful and expensive deserves to sit on my dressing table where I can admire it every da...

It's good to be rich. In her previous life, the original owner had been raised by an elderly woman who made a living collecting recyclables. Thanks to the country's nine years of compulsory education and the kindness of neighbors who occasionally lent a helping hand, she managed to complete high school despite countless hardships. Under such immense pressure, the original owner performed exceptionally well. From childhood through adolescence, she consistently ranked among the top students in the elite class. Some people would say with barely concealed jealousy that she was nothing more than a bookworm who only knew how to study, and that once she reached high school, where knowledge required more flexibility and creativity, she would inevitably fall behind. The original owner never had the time or energy to care about such gossip. She only knew one thing. If she ranked first in her grade, the school would award her a scholarship of three thousand yuan. Three thousand yuan was a...

In that instant, Ye Xiqing firmly secured the position of Ji Yuxiu's favorite daughter. The so-called eighteen years of affection suddenly didn't seem so difficult to overcome. People often say that parental love is the most selfless love in the world. Ye Xiqing thought the opposite. Wanting a child in order to continue one's legacy and resist inevitable decline was, at its core, an extremely utilitarian desire. How could parents who carried such motives truly be completely selfless? So even though this mother loved her children deeply, she still preferred the one who was more outstanding, stronger, and loved her more openly. Compared to Ye Xiqing's complex personality, which contained both love and hatred, gentleness and strength, Ye Xueli's pitiful image suddenly seemed shallow and fragile. Ji Yuxiu looked at Ye Xiqing with tenderness and pity. Her heart had already begun to lean. After lunch, the Third Young Master Ye quickly found an excuse to leave. He never wa...

The original female lead was currently being criticized for her table manners, yet no one dared say a word. Whatever Ye Xiqing pointed at, someone immediately placed it onto her plate. At eighteen, an age when a hungry person could practically eat an entire cow, Ye Xiqing had spent the whole day using her brain and was genuinely starving. The Ye family's dishes were exquisite, but she paid no attention to appearances while eating. She finished two bowls of rice, sampled every dish on the table, then moved on to the soup and dessert, still not entirely satisfied. Watching her, the Third Young Master Ye clicked his tongue and said recklessly, "Little sister, you can really eat!" Ye Xiqing quietly glanced at him. The Third Young Master Ye immediately shut his mouth. To be honest, Ye Xiqing's eyes were rather frightening. When she smiled, there was a hint of gentleness in them. But when she stared at someone silently, it felt as though a venomous snake were watching its p...

The Eldest Young Master Ye paused, not because of what Ye Xiqing had said, but because of her attitude. Over the years, the image of a younger sister in his mind had become synonymous with the obedient and well-behaved Ye Xueli. He had never imagined that someone would dare speak to him in such a manner, especially not the younger sister he had only recently brought home. The Eldest Young Master Ye was almost laughing from anger. His resentment toward this younger sister grew even stronger. Because of that aversion, the first thing he noticed was her provocative posture. Only afterward did he process her words. And once he understood what she had actually said, his anger intensified even further. Because, truthfully, the second matter was what had angered him from the beginning. The housekeeper was a clever man. He knew that if he wanted the young master's help, he first had to ensure that the young master would care enough to intervene. So he embellished the story, changing the re...