Psychological
I Died a Hundred Times Trapped in the Office Building
I was trapped in the company building, dying in a loop ninety-nine times.
The ways I died were varied: the elevator falling, electrocution from the copier, a pen tip piercing my brow…
Each time I opened my eyes, it was nine o’clock sharp on the same morning, just as I sat down at my desk.
After seeking help multiple times, my Physics Professor Husband finally believed me.
Following his instructions, I searched step by step for a way to escape the cycle of death.
But on the hundredth time, I saw the Jade Bracelet my husband had secretly bought, worn on the hand of an Aloof Female Colleague beside me.
…
On the 101st attempt, I decided to face the desperate situation head-on, determined to leave the building alive!
The Third Year After Her Death
Three years after Lin Wan’s death, I found the record of her seven years of love for me tucked away in an old cardboard box.
The last page still carried the smell of medicine, where she asked if, in the next life, I could be the one to love her first. That night, I finally understood that the cruelest thing I had ever done was to let someone waste away to death without ever once looking back at her.
Ah Yan
On our wedding day, he left me alone at the venue and disappeared.
Four months pregnant, I called him again and again.
At first, he simply didn’t answer. Later, his phone was turned off completely.
Whispers began to rise around me.
“This is the first time I’ve ever seen a groom run away from his own wedding.”
“Shotgun marriages never involve decent people. No wonder he doesn’t want her.”
I stood in the wind, at a complete loss, trying over and over to reassure the guests as they left one after another.
All day long, I waited like a fool on that street corner. Even after everyone had gone, he still never appeared.
An auntie nearby muttered without thinking, “Jiang Shen looks like your father’s ex-wife’s son. Don’t tell me he came to get revenge on you.”
On the way back, those words kept echoing through my mind.
Lost and dazed, my car collided with a truck. My four-month-old child and I were buried beneath the wreckage.
Who Is Whose Substitute
Zhou Xingzhi was disfigured while saving the woman he truly loved. In the hospital, I cried my heart out, my sobs echoing through the halls.
I kept pestering the doctor, asking over and over if his face could be fixed.
Everyone thought I was hopelessly in love with him.
Only Zhou Xingzhi’s younger brother handed me a tissue, a smirk playing on his lips. “Sister-in-law, my brother’s face is beyond saving.” “You might as well choose me instead. After all, my face looks much more like Wei Qiao’s now than my brother’s does.”
When the Grass Blossoms in Rage
After my eldest sister took her own life, her marriage to the Heir of the Marquis of Changping was passed down to my second sister.
After my second sister took her own life, the original betrothal landed on my head.
Less than half a year after marrying into Changping Marquis Manor, I wanted to take my own life too.
Just as I was hesitating over whether to hang myself like my eldest sister or swallow gold like my second sister, the heir returned from disaster relief.
And he brought back a concubine.
I looked at the delicate, beautiful concubine and nearly wept with joy.
Wonderful. In this grand, suffocating mansion, I was finally not the only unlucky one anymore.
Quirks
[Horror Romance + damp, unhinged, obsessive male leads with lots of strange quirks + dark otome vibe]
When Qiu Rongrong met Zhou Jingxing, she thought she could start over. Later, she realized it had only been an illusion.
The gentle “older brother” tore off his disguise and revealed his cruelty. The boy at school who always seemed to protect her turned out to be the one driving the violence. The murderer’s son took her hand and said he would save her-help her escape.
They all said she should atone.
But in this grand, feverish revel, she was the only innocent survivor.
She tried to claw her way out of the mire, to struggle up onto solid ground-only for them to drag her back down into the mud.
Her beginning with him started with deception.
“Remember what fear tastes like. I don’t just want you dead-I want you to die in agony.”
Her ending with him finally came from sincerity.
“Love is the most twisted form of revenge. If you hate me, then use love as your blade-drive it straight into my heart.”
The Canary Who Always Wants to Usurp the Throne
Chapter 0
I am the most low-maintenance Canary in the Shanghai Circle’s elite social scene.
On the surface, I have no interest in causing trouble; in reality, I am single-mindedly focused on making money.
Everything the Big Boss gives me, I liquidate.
Stocks, bonds, and physical investments-I let the money breed more money, compounding the interest.
I secretly invested in his rival’s company and even took the opportunity to acquire shares in the Big Boss’s own firm.
On the day the truth finally came out, the Big Boss looked at my thick stack of asset reports and let out a cold laugh.
“Other Canaries want to climb the social ladder and take a seat at the table,” he said. “You, on the other hand, want to usurp the throne.”
Broken Love
My husband had an affair with the Married Woman downstairs.
I hid in the hallway, smoking with the Married Woman’s husband.
We didn’t dare return until they’d finished.
Later, they became even more brazen.
The Married Woman’s husband said, “I’m going to catch them in the act. What about you?”
I kept nibbling on my skewer, unconcerned.
“You go catch them, I’ll come too!”
Never
I was abducted and sold.
But I didn’t cry, and I didn’t cause a scene.
I even married a handsome man.
He asked me, “Do you want to escape?”
I replied with a beaming smile, “How could I, Brother?
“In life, I am yours; in death, I am your ghost.
“I will be with you for all eternity.”
He finally smiled and leaned down to kiss me.
I closed my eyes.
That’s right, of course I’m going to be with you for all eternity.
My life was destroyed by you.
Naturally, I’m going to drag you down to hell with me.
The Unexpected Child
Two years into our marriage, I finally became pregnant.
But then my husband brought home an eight-year-old girl.
That girl called him “Dad.”