Psychological
My Brother’s Girlfriend
I died of a sudden asthma attack while being bullied.
My family sent my bruised and battered body straight to the incinerator; no one went to my school to demand justice for me.
Later, my brother started dating the girl who bullied me.
He turned her into the blade he would use to avenge me.
My Darling
During the year of our purest love, Chen Ming and I shared a kiss in front of everyone when we won the Zhengfa Cup debate competition.
But later, when our son was diagnosed with autism, we both came to regret it.
After ten years of love, the wear and tear of life had transformed us from a match made in heaven into a pair of bitter rivals.
Time skipped forward to our son’s fifth birthday.
Chen Ming and I were in the car, arguing once again over our child’s illness.
Right in front of our son, we cursed each other, screaming for the other to drop dead.
The next second, an out-of-control heavy truck barreled toward us.
Chen Ming went against his instincts and jerked the steering wheel to the right, but the violent impact swallowed all the shouting and cursing anyway.
When I woke up again, we were back on the day we won the Zhengfa Cup.
This time, facing a stadium full of cheering and jeering, we pretended we barely knew each other.
My Ghostly Ex
After being cheated on.
Out of spite, I chose Xu Mo, the coldest and most aloof school heartthrob from high school.
In the dimly lit bathroom, he was unbelievably obedient.
Letting me do as I pleased, his body temperature was as cold as ice.
My fingers slowly reached for his belt.
But he grasped my wrist:
“Wait a moment, okay?”
I was stunned and looked up at him,
“Can you… save me?”
My Husband Is Dead, Mother
Twenty years into Wen Lishu’s widowhood, her bedridden mother-in-law reveals a secret: her husband faked his death and eloped with her sister.
Even the children Lishu raised supposedly belong to that treacherous pair.
The old woman expects despair, but Lishu calmly offers another spoonful of medicine.
Her husband really is dead—and his ashes have been in his mother’s medicine all along.
My Husband Named Our Daughter After His Ex
The moment our daughter was born, my husband immediately named her Xingyue.
He looked at me gently and said, “From now on, you and Xingyue are my most precious treasures in this world.”
I was so touched-until one day, I discovered something.
His ex-girlfriend’s name was also Xingyue.
My Husband’s Double Life
When the earthquake struck, Zhou Yan instinctively shielded me with his body, ending up with multiple fractures all over.
In the hospital room, the girl next door said enviously, “Your husband risked his life to save you. He really loves you.”
I forced a smile. “Yes.”
But just last night, after I had fallen asleep,
He slipped into the bathroom and gently comforted the young girl he kept outside.
“I’m fine, don’t cry, be good.”
“As long as I think of you, I’m not afraid of anything.”
Zhou Yan and I grew up together, from each other’s first love to today-it’s been ten years.
We’re the model couple everyone praises.
No one knows he keeps a stand-in outside.
Someone who looks just like me at eighteen, when we first got together.
My Husband’s Calculated Affair
Discovering my husband’s affair was a trivial matter.
At a dinner with friends, he, who had always been aloof, suddenly took the initiative to serve food to everyone at the table.
Later.
I heard him softly reciting a line from Roman Holiday in the study.
“In order to shake your hand, I shook hands with everyone.”
Ha!
My Life as a Yandere Artist’s Manager
I’m the manager of a yandere artist, and we’ve been invited to perform in Tokyo.
The good news: the company chartered a plane for us.
The bad news: there are four people aboard, and I’m the only sane one.
The other three are all lunatics.
Two of them want to stab me.
One has a knife.
The other doesn’t need one.
The last one is staring at me with burning eyes too…
Worst of all, the company was so afraid of losing money that nobody told me the concert had already received anonymous threats from a serial killer!
My Mother’s Leather Handbook
Mom had a Leather Handbook that recorded every woman Dad kept on the side.
One of them, Aunt Wei, was marked in particular.
In Mom’s delicate handwriting, she had written: This is the little toy I’m leaving you. Enjoy this life to your heart’s content, my daughter.
After Mom died, that woman buzzed into my life like a fly.
And I swatted her straight down into hell.
