Josei
I Do, But Not With You
My boyfriend asked me to help him shut down his computer.
That was when I saw his chat logs.
A girl named Qingqing had messaged him: “So, when are you coming to marry me?”
I Faked My Death to Escape My Husband
During the first year of our marriage, at my birthday banquet, a songstress appeared wearing a silk dress identical to mine.
My husband’s expression turned ice-cold. “Someone, strip that dress off her.”
He was clearly defending my honor, yet I felt not a single spark of warmth in my heart.
For I knew that he was also the man who had once spent a fortune on that very songstress and made a pact to elope with her.
I Never Loved the Prince
I accompanied His Highness through three thousand miles of exile, yet after he reclaimed his throne, he found me lowly and loathsome.
Later, when the time came to reward merit in the Golden Luan Hall, I asked only one thing of him.
His Highness assumed I would ask for a title or a place by his side.
Instead, I prostrated myself deeply and spoke softly yet firmly: “I ask that Your Highness grant your subject’s daughter a marriage to General Shen.”
His Highness’s eyes nearly split with rage as he finally understood-
Throughout those three thousand miles of exile, from beginning to end, it was never him that I loved.
I Never Loved You
My wife is the kindest person in the world to me.
I know I should cherish her, but looking at her body, which has been out of shape since she gave birth, I honestly can’t muster a spark of interest.
I ended up keeping a mistress on the side. She’s been pressuring me to get a divorce, but I refuse.
I tell her that my wife loves me too much-that she wouldn’t be able to survive without me.
I’ll stay in this marriage out of pity for her.
I Take Turns Being Queen in Seven Kingdoms
I am the empress of six different countries.
It’s hilarious, really. Since I’m so neglected, no one has even realized I’m just working part-time.
So, I took on a seventh.
Little did I know, this emperor wants to unify the world.
Me: “There are seven of you. Why are you the only one being such a handful?”
I Took the Wealthy Man My Roommate Didn’t Want
My husband is very rich, but I don’t love him.
In university, he once used every trick in the book to pursue my roommate Jiang Sizhu. He sent luxury gifts one after another, and even made a grand gesture by sending nine thousand roses downstairs from the girls’ dormitory. All the girls in our dorm benefited; we carried armloads of roses back to our rooms, as if we were moving a flower bed. Only Jiang Sizhu remained indifferent. She even warned Pei Lu not to come looking for her again.
“He’s very rich and not bad-looking. You really don’t want him?”
I had a face mask on and finally asked the question I could never understand.
With such a beautiful face, she spent every day hanging around that senior who worked odd jobs everywhere.
“No way, a stuffy old bore like him? If you’re so interested, go after him yourself,” Jiang Sizhu said with disdain.
I rested my chin on my hand, thought for a moment, then nodded.
“Fine.”
“I’ll go after him.”
I Won’t Mess Around Next Time
After winning the lottery, the first thing I did was dump my sugar daddy.
Then, I turned around and sponsored the broke, handsome guy I’d had my eye on for ages, all while sending a three-hundred-point manifesto to my ex-benefactor, tearing him to shreds.
With money in my pocket and my pride restored, I was walking on air.
That is, until I decided to flaunt my new boy toy right in front of my former sugar daddy.
My handsome new man looked at him and said, “Hey, Bro.” Me: ?
In My Own Good Time
On our wedding night, my husband told me something plainly.
His heart belonged to Concubine Song, and there could never be anything between him and me.
I was not to use my position as the lady of the household to make Concubine Song’s life difficult.
Furious, I tore off my bridal veil and gave him two choices.
Either we went to his parents together and asked what exactly they meant by arranging this marriage.
Or he brought Concubine Song to me so the three of us could settle matters face-to-face.
He feared I would bully his beloved concubine, while I feared she would use his favor to humiliate his lawful wife.
After a brief hesitation, my husband chose to summon her.
The three of us sat down and agreed on three rules.
First, Concubine Song was never to set foot in my main courtyard, and anything that happened if she did would be her own responsibility; the same rule applied to me.
Second, since my husband refused to consummate our marriage that night, we would never share a bed for the rest of our lives.
Third, if his parents pressed us for an heir, he would deal with them, and if I suffered punishment or loss because of it, he would compensate me.
My husband’s face turned glacial as he signed the agreement in a fury.
From that day on, he never entered my room again.
Concubine Song basked in her victory and laughed at me for giving up the finest man in the world.
The two of them settled into their sweet little romance.
I was too busy building a life of my own to spare them a thought.
But three years later, my husband stepped into my courtyard with an uneasy look on his face.
I knew at once that he regretted everything-and that he wanted to sleep with me.
I said calmly, “Let’s divorce.”
Jade Conquest
Pei Ling’an said he wanted to break off our engagement again.
This time, it was because I refused to give the golden hairpin I had won for my poetry to my younger cousin.
“The Shen Family has fallen. No matter which daughter I choose to marry, Shen Tongzhi wouldn’t dare say a single word against it.”
He rested his chin on his hand, looking at me with a faint, mocking smile. “Break the engagement, or give the hairpin to Yuchi. Shen Yusu, the choice is yours.”
Everyone was waiting for me to bow my head.
Just as I had done countless times before.
But this time, I only tightened my grip on the golden hairpin and said softly,
“Then let’s break the engagement.”
Jiang Wu
My father was the most formidable businessman in the Republic of China. On my seventh birthday, the gift he gave me was a handgun.
I blinked at him. “But Papa, I’m a girl.”
Father pondered for a moment, realizing that it was indeed inappropriate. He then turned to the butler and ordered, “Go have a custom gun made for the Young Miss. Make it pink.”