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?”
July
I had been with my boyfriend for three years.
During that time, I discovered that his handle on every social media platform was July.
I assumed he simply had a deep-seated love for the romantic month of July, so I never pried into it.
It wasn’t until our wedding day, when his ex-girlfriend sent a gift, that I saw the name signed on the box-
Qi Yue.
In that moment, I finally understood. It wasn’t the month of July he cherished; it was Qi Yue.
My heart sank into an abyss…
Girl’s Dream
Every night, I travel ten years into the future along with my classmate, the school’s most popular guy.
I never would have imagined that ten years from now, we’d be married with a baby of our own!
So, the moment I saw him lying there on my pillow, I didn’t hesitate for a second-I pounced right on him.
Married a Rough Man Again
My husband Chen Jing and I lived in harmony as a married couple, raising a son and a daughter.
Everyone said that for a merchant’s daughter like me to marry Chen Jing was a stroke of divine luck.
I deeply believed that too.
Reborn back to the year I turned sixteen, I held up the embroidered ball, waiting quietly for the new top scholar as he made his triumphant ride through the streets.
But Chen Jing waved the embroidered ball away.
He didn’t even care who the ball hit. It was as if, in this life, whoever I married had nothing to do with him.
I suddenly realized with a start- In this life, Chen Jing wanted a different wife.
Later, the good man I married was the very one he had caused the embroidered ball to strike.
A Thread of Fate: Reclaiming My Brother
I was in the middle of feeding the pigs in my village when I suddenly saw a Danmaku.
[Is this bystander the villain’s younger sister?]
[She still thinks she’s an orphan. She has no idea that the villainous Chancellor is actually the brother she got separated from back then.]
[It’s a pity the villain lost to the male lead. He’s about to hang himself.]
[The villain only became an official to find his sister in the first place. If they could just meet once, maybe he wouldn’t have to die.]
What?!
I immediately sold my pigs to scrape together some travel money and rushed to the Capital overnight.
I knocked on the gates of the Prime Minister’s Mansion.
A pale man draped in a heavy cloak stood at the entrance, his gaze deep and haunting.
I lunged forward and threw my arms around his legs, wailing, “Brother! Wang Ergou from the village is trying to force me to marry him!”
The Girl He Saved, The Woman He Lost
Shen Shiji once saved my life, pulling me from a pile of corpses.
In the years before I was recognized by the palace and returned to my royal roots, he taught me to read and practice martial arts, treating me with the utmost tenderness.
That was until I killed the woman he had loved for years.
To avenge her, Shen Shiji became my Prince Consort.
He spent years plotting to turn everyone against me, stripping me of my allies and family. After subjecting me to every imaginable torment, he threw me back into that same pile of corpses.
Shen Shiji told me his greatest regret was saving me all those years ago.
And so, having been reborn, I scrambled out of that pile of corpses on my own, wasting no time.
Later, I heard that it rained heavily that day.
The usually aloof Young Marquis Shen ignored the filth and the mud, kneeling in the pile of corpses and digging until his hands were bloody and raw.
All just to find a Little Beggar.
Princess’s Journey: Life in Chang’an Is Not Easy
I spent eighteen years in a Buddhist temple.
Eighteen years later, I returned as Princess Chang’an. To compensate me for those lost years, the Empress Mother made a public promise: she would grant me any one thing I desired.
I looked around the room, my gaze landing on Wei Zhao, who shone brilliantly amidst the unremarkable crowd. Pointing at him, I declared, “I want him to be my Imperial Son-in-Law.”
Only later did I discover that Wei Zhao and my younger sister, Princess Kangle, were childhood sweethearts. They were a mere imperial decree away from being wed.
But what of it?
Even if I had known from the start, I still would have claimed Wei Zhao as mine!
Running to You, Zhizhi
On the day I confessed to my crush, I suddenly discovered that I was just cannon fodder in a novel.
A sudden System notification informed me that the man standing before me was the Male Lead.
The plot was about to kick off, and the Female Lead would soon be making her grand entrance.
It was destiny; I was fated to be nothing more than a background character.
Suddenly, my rebellious streak flared up.
Before anyone could react, I leaned in and planted a loud kiss right on the Male Lead’s cheek.
Both the System and the Male Lead were frozen in shock.
A Snowflake
“Fine, I’ll be the one to marry him.”
The moment the words left my mouth, a sudden sense of relief washed over me.
It was no big deal. In fact, I suppose you could even call this a blessing, couldn’t you?
The Princess Only Wants a Divorce
During the year our love was at its peak, the young general whose name shook the borderlands used all his military merit to petition my Imperial Father for my hand in marriage.
But three years later, a woman arrived at our door clutching a child, weeping and begging me to take them in.
My husband claimed he had simply had too much to drink and made a terrible mistake.
My mother-in-law said that since I had already ruined my husband’s career prospects, I could not go so far as to sever his bloodline as well.
My closest kin advised me to be magnanimous, telling me that this was simply how every mistress of a household in the capital lived.
Only my sister, with whom I had never seen eye to eye, patted my back and told me: “In the past, you let your Imperial Brother make your decisions for you.” “Later, you let your husband make your decisions for you.” “Now, it is time you learned to grow up on your own.” “After all, you have a little girl of your own now.”
I looked down at the tiny daughter in my arms, who was still sucking on her fingers.
I understood that if I were weak, my daughter would never know how to be strong.
If I were easily bullied, my daughter would never know how to be independent. This time, it was my turn to act.