Psychological
Survival Guide for a Vicious Woman
After we broke up, I ran into my ex at the mall.
My hair was a mess, and I was in the middle of a frantic struggle to change a diaper.
He, on the other hand, was impeccably dressed, surrounded by a fawning entourage as he inspected the premises.
Our eyes met. When he saw the fussy child in my arms, his expression shifted instantly. “Is he mine?”
I gave a cold laugh and turned the baby’s face toward him. “Do you think he looks like you?”
He studied the child for a long moment before nodding with certainty. “He does.”
“Xue Chang, we broke up over three years ago.” I gave him a mirthless smile and bounced the little one in my arms to remind him. “My baby is only six months old.”
Top Player
On New Year’s Eve, my husband was trapped on the highway due to a blizzard.
“Honey, you’ve been working so hard. As soon as the snow stops, I’ll rush back home.”
Hearing the exhaustion in his voice, my heart softened.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got everything under control here.”
I spent the rest of the night busy until I was dizzy, right up until my best friend called me.
“Where did you say he was stuck?”
“The Shanghai-Shanxi Expressway.”
“That’s impossible! That road was cleared for traffic six hours ago. Are you sure he’s actually on the highway?”
Stars Without End
I chased after He Chenyi for six years, coming whenever he called, leaving whenever he waved me away.
While he was holding another woman and drinking a wedding toast, I was diagnosed with Leukemia at the hospital, with only three months left to live.
Later, he knelt by my hospital bed, crying and begging me to accept a bone marrow transplant.
How ridiculous. I never even wanted to live.
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.
Eighteen Layers Above the Human World
At my boyfriend’s house, I finally found my aunt, who had been missing for over a decade after being abducted.
She was no longer the gentle, soft-spoken goddess from the dance department I remembered.
As for the family that had tormented her: the father, dressed in a sharp suit, expected me to call him ‘Uncle’; my boyfriend was in the middle of a soulful marriage proposal; and the youngest sister, wearing a bright, radiant smile, referred to her as ‘the family-less madwoman.’
–
I swear, I didn’t mean to break into that room.
It was just that the sound of something slamming against the door was so violent, it made me feel as if a wild beast were trapped inside.
The Lie of Platonic Love
My boyfriend insisted on a Platonic relationship, believing that carnal desire was a sin.
Just for trying to kiss him, he sent me away for “spiritual purification.”
The purification worked.
I no longer felt any desire for him.
However, my desire for other men doubled.
Later, as he stared at the hickey on my collarbone, he started acting like a lunatic in public again.
“Must you insist on falling into the abyss of sin?!”
His friend pulled me onto his lap, kissing my hand with a smirk. “I’ve committed a crime. Why don’t you call the police and have me arrested?”
The Blizzard Has Come
In the third year of my secret crush on Zhou Jinghe, we got married. A year later, at a ski resort, his close friend and I both found ourselves in danger at the same time. Zhou Jinghe rushed over, shielding that female friend as they tumbled to the ground. As I fell onto the snow, I suddenly felt that everything was utterly meaningless. And when something is meaningless, it should simply be thrown away.
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.
A Sound of Wutong Leaves, A Sound of Autumn
My lady was injured and lost her memory. She forgot everyone, yet she remembered my husband.
My husband was once a beggar.
During a heavy winter snowfall, he lay by the roadside, covered in blood and filth.
Passersby all steered clear of him, but my lady alone ordered her carriage to stop and took him in.
From then on, he stayed in the manor to tend the horses for her.
My lady often visited him under the pretext of checking on the horses.
I saw the deep, lingering affection in their eyes with my own.
But how could a young lady of her status ever marry a horse slave?
Heartbroken, she told him:
“I cannot marry you.
“But I will find someone to take care of you in my stead.”
My lady personally betrothed me to him.
Later, the lowly horse slave found his way back to the imperial capital and reclaimed his identity as a prince.
I, in turn, became his legitimate consort.
On the day of the investiture, I was waiting.
I knew.
Sooner or later, my lady would come back to reclaim what was originally hers.
Bottle Woman
During an intimate moment, I accidentally scratched the tattoo on my boyfriend’s back, and he suddenly flew into a rage.
Feeling deeply wronged, I went to an emotional support livestream that night to talk about what happened.
The audience chimed in one after another to defend me, suspecting that my boyfriend’s feelings for me had changed.
Only the Host asked with a dead-serious expression:
“That tattoo on your boyfriend’s back-is it a bottle?”