Josei

I met someone named Chen Ye.

Everyone says he is loyal, kind, and a rare good person in this world.

But I think he is vulgar, hypocritical, and the most despicable and shameless scoundrel in the world.

Yet I kind of like him.

I tried to persuade my best friend to break up eight hundred times, but in the end, I attended her wedding and drank her wedding wine.

On the wedding day, I sat at the main table with the guy’s strategist, both of us checking our phones and comparing notes.

We realized that every time the couple threatened to break up, it was always the two of us who got dragged into it.

Our chat histories were eerily similar.

[We broke up. This time it’s for real.]

[But what about him/her? What should I do?]

Guy’s strategist: [Maybe you should change jobs. You’d make a great clown in a circus.]

Me: [Pay me some compensation.]

After Grandfather passed away, I traveled to the Capital to seek refuge with my Fiancé.

I had heard that he was proud and aloof, already enamored with someone else, and looked down upon me, his country-bred fiancée.

Anxious all the way, I only realized upon meeting him that the rumors were false.

He was clearly upright and self-disciplined, gentle in temperament, and not only handsome but also cherished me deeply.

I married him with peace of mind.

Three months after our wedding, his nephew, who had just returned to the Capital from his studies, came to pay his respects and stared at me in a daze.

Later, I happened to witness him confronting my Husband at our door, his face full of disbelief.

“Second Uncle! How could you impersonate me and marry my Fiancée?”

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In the fourth year of our marriage, both Lu Jingli and I had affairs.

He kept a female college student, treating her like a treasure.

Behind his back, I supported a pure-hearted male college student, reliving the passion of youth.

I had thought he was already tired of this messy marriage.

But on the day he discovered my betrayal, he went crazy, insisting that we return to our family together.

With reddened eyes, he said, “Just yield to me, Qiuhe. Isn’t power what you’ve always wanted most? I’ll give it to you-the position of Empress, anything you desire, I’ll give it to you, all right? Call me Crown Prince Brother once more, will you?”

The Crown Prince, who was usually stern and reserved, always speaking of propriety, righteousness, and shame, was now begging me so humbly-how could that not delight me?

My slender hand reached up to Yin Jiuqing’s neck. I blew a breath into his ear, watching his desire grow unbearable, yet refusing to give in: “Didn’t you say I was unchaste? That I was a Fox Spirit, ignorant of propriety and shame? Your Highness the Crown Prince, now you stand before your Sister-in-law, undressing yourself-tell me, aren’t you the shameless one?”

I pressed Yin Jiuqing hard against the artificial hill behind him, making him let out a muffled groan.

I acted as if I hadn’t heard, cursing him with satisfaction: “You know no shame, you disregard human decency, and I refuse to grant your wish!”

I straightened my clothes, which he had pulled into disarray, and strode quickly out from behind the rockery.

Outside the rockery, the sky was high and the moon was small, a bright moon hanging overhead.

It was late autumn again, and under the moonlight, layer upon layer of frost and snow had settled on the fallen leaves.

I was helping my childhood friend, who was hospitalized, to the bathroom, but at the door, I ran into my ex-boyfriend whom I hadn’t seen in five years.

He was half-embracing a pregnant woman, his head slightly lowered, their posture intimate.

I vaguely heard the pregnant woman call him “husband.”

After five years of separation, I had imagined countless scenarios of our reunion, but I never dared to think that he would already be married.

During an online meeting, the new intern accidentally turned on her camera.

Just as I was about to remind her, her boyfriend appeared on screen.

Oh, isn’t that my husband who’s been away on a business trip for a week?

The day I found out I had cancer.

He Wei frowned and said coldly to me, “Do you think anyone would be sad if you died? No one would feel bad about it.”

I said, “Whatever.”

Then I sincerely wished him, “I hope you’ll do as you say.”

After all, the year my brother died saving me, everyone looked at me and said:

“Why wasn’t it you who died?”

Later, I stood on the rooftop of the abandoned building where my brother passed away and jumped off.

But He Wei, why were you crying?

Ever since Huo Yu married me,

his son has been making a fuss nonstop.

“Bad Woman won’t let me eat!”

“She won’t let the butler tell me bedtime stories!”

“Daddy, she bullies me every day, wuwuwu…”

Huo Yu was used to his son’s unreasonable tantrums and didn’t pay much attention.

Until one day, he suddenly realized it had been half a month since he last received a complaint call.

Huo Yu found it rather odd.

After finishing work that evening, he took the initiative to call his son to coax him to sleep.

Unexpectedly, his usually clingy son seemed uninterested.

“Daddy, go to bed early. There’s a ton of stuff to do at kindergarten tomorrow.”

Huo Yu:?

When Nie Feng and I were about to file for divorce, he was in a car accident and lost his memory.

His memory was stuck eight years in the past.

Eight years ago, he loved me the most.