Josei
The Price of a Princess
There is a palace rule in the Great Sheng Dynasty: regardless of rank or status, whoever gives birth to a child must raise that child.
Mother was the most insignificant Cairen in the harem.
Ever since I was born, I lived with her in the neglected Chengze Hall.
When I was eight, the Imperial Physician diagnosed Mother with a severe illness and said she did not have long to live.
That day, Mother jumped into the Taiye Pond and saved the drowning Third Prince.
She saved the Third Prince’s life, but lost her own in the waters of Taiye Pond.
Rumors spread throughout the palace. Everyone said, “The Third Prince stepped on Cui Cairen’s head, pushing her underwater so he could climb ashore.”
They fanned the flames, but I knew in my heart that Mother did it on purpose.
She used her own life to ensure that, after her death, I could be taken in by the Third Prince’s birth mother, Consort Qi.
Mother was so foolish.
She thought she had paved a path for me.
She forgot.
A child without a mother leads a bitter life.
Kiss the Zombie Girl
I am a Zombie.
Early in the morning, my mom burst into my room, yanked open the curtains, and, wearing an apron and brandishing a spatula, shouted at me: “Still sleeping? Stayed up late again last night, didn’t you? I’ve told you to spend less time on your phone-are you deaf?”
I got up slowly. She glanced out the window and said, “Look at Xiao He next door-how many brains have they eaten already? And you’re still waiting here, waiting for me to feed you, is that it? Get out!”
I was really annoyed, but couldn’t say anything. I mechanically washed my face and got ready to go out and hide for a bit, but my mom said again, “Take your bag! And bring back some groceries from the supermarket: cabbage, celery, lettuce, and pork. Make sure it’s fresh!”
“Oh, and don’t eat the brains on the ground, too many germs…”
…
Crossing the Snow
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?”
His Moon
I transmigrated into a novel, but there was no such character as me in the story.
For seventeen years, I lived as a wealthy and beautiful heiress in the book.
Just when I was about to forget that I was someone who had transmigrated into a novel, the Story Management Bureau finally assigned me a task.
Love is a Beautiful Trap
Everyone says Qi Zheng loves me.
When we were young, girls came and went around him, but as long as I turned around, he was always there behind me.
Later, he reformed for me and kept himself chaste for me. The once unruly and rebellious playboy began to learn how to cook and take care of the household.
On my twenty-sixth birthday, he knelt on one knee before me and produced that ring symbolizing true love.
After a long silence, I said only one thing-
“Qi Zheng, Wen Yi is dead.”
Qi Zheng’s face went pale in an instant. I looked at him calmly. He said, “I never thought you’d still remember her.”
The Billionaire’s Temporary Wife
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:?
Wet Love
I found the secret crush diary of the gloomy top student.
[Today was the physics final. Rice Ball Classmate sat right in front of me. Her neck is so long and white; I really want to grab it and kiss her.]
[I dreamed about her dancing last night. Can I just lock her up and make her dance for me alone?]
[Rice Ball Classmate came to ask me a question today. Her hair kept brushing against my arm. It was so itchy I almost lost control.]
[That guy from the next class keeps coming to see her, and she actually smiles at him. I really want to dispose of his body and then lock her away.]
[I accidentally picked up Rice Ball Classmate and brought her home. I’m holding back so much I’m going crazy.]
[Saw Rice Ball Classmate eating ice cream. I’m using my mind to soul-travel into that ice cream.]
Reading this diary made my face flush and my heart race. I quickly put it back where I found it.
That top student usually looks so cold and aloof, like he has no desires. Who would have thought he was such a pervert behind closed doors?
This Rice Ball Classmate is way too pitiful.
Even after I returned to my seat, my heart was still pounding with lingering fear.
Just then, the top student, Shi Jianjin, walked over. “Meng, I bought an extra rice ball. Here, it’s for you.”
Huh?
Seeing my confused expression, Shi Jianjin casually flicked my forehead. “Don’t you always eat rice balls? Rice Ball Classmate.”
Rice Ball Classmate?
Me: ???
Love Heart
Ten years after graduation, at a class reunion in Beijing, I saw him again.
Among a group of male classmates nearing thirty and starting to put on a bit of weight, he still looked as young and handsome as ever.
We sat far apart at the table and didn’t exchange a single word.
When the reunion ended, a light rain began to fall, and I hurried to leave.
To my surprise, he stopped my car.
“Xiao Shan.” His eyes were just as clear and transparent as they had always been.
Perhaps it was because of the rain, but there seemed to be a faint hint of urgency in his voice.
“Could you… give me a lift?”
The Eight Years He Forgot
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.
A Love Forged in Resentment
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.