Romance
Greed Maiden
During filming, the female lead intentionally shattered my Jadeite Earring, the one that never left my side.
My face turned deathly pale as I gasped. My Best Actor boyfriend, however, urged me to be magnanimous.
But no one saw the Companion Greed Maiden, sealed for five years, whispering in my ear: “Whose fortune shall we take first?”
My Possessive Husband Lost His Memory
Shao Yuhan lost his memory in a car accident, forgetting the fact that he had once forced me into a relationship through sheer coercion.
As soon as his family found out, they wasted no time in helping him divorce me.
In less than half a day, I found myself standing in a different city, dazed, holding a divorce certificate in one hand and a massive check in the other.
After being subjected to Shao Yuhan’s obsessive, forced love for so long, I felt a strange sense of displacement the moment I finally gained my freedom.
I settled down in this new city and began a quiet, ordinary life.
One day, while out buying groceries, someone suddenly covered my mouth and nose.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a dark yet familiar basement. A man’s cold, clear voice rang in my ears.
“Be my woman, and I can give you everything you want.”
… Very well. It was exactly the same as back then.
Princess’s Journey: Is the Romance Unharmed?
My cousin’s parents passed away, so my Imperial Mother brought her into the palace to live with us.
From then on, she enjoyed the favor of my parents, the protection of my elder brother, and the devotion of my younger brother.
Even my fiancé praised her for being exceptionally gifted and refined.
There was only one exception. His heart and eyes were filled only with me, never swayed by any outsider.
I married beneath my station to become his wife, and for a time, we lived a life of joy and freedom.
But later, he died-stabbed countless times before being hurled off a cliff.
The Definition of Being Loved
In our seventh year together, Liang Qiezhao was getting married into another family for business reasons.
The night we broke up, we were unusually calm. “I’ll move out as soon as possible,” I said.
“There’s no need for that.” The man sat hunched by the window, slowly and methodically clipping a cigar as he gave his instructions. “I’m transferring the title of this apartment to you. It’s closer to your office.” “Your old car is getting on in years and should be replaced. I’ve also left some money in your primary account.” “As for the future… if you run into any trouble and it’s inconvenient to contact me, you can call Secretary Qin.”
He spent a long time clipping that cigar. The cut was perfectly smooth, yet he kept his eyes down, inspecting it repeatedly. He didn’t light it, nor did he look up for a long time.
Behind him, clean, even snowflakes were drifting down. I suddenly remembered Christmas Eve that year. Regent Street was bustling with people under the Angel Lights, snow falling all around us.
Twenty-seven-year-old Liang Qiezhao had held my hand tightly. He held on until our palms were damp. And even then, he couldn’t bear to let go.
The Stoic High Priest Has a Tail
I am the only member of the Ice Clan born without a Snow Soul. To survive, I had to undergo Bonding with a man.
The partner chosen for me was the cold, ascetic High Priest. Eventually, I gave up on trying to win his heart. I abandoned the pendant he gave me and fled in secret.
When we met again, I was slumped weakly in a bath barrel, wearing nothing but that very same pendant. The High Priest’s deep voice drifted from behind me: “Princess, how is the water temperature?”
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.”
A Reply from Beyond
Three years after my death, Zhou Jibai won his first Best Actor award.
At the awards ceremony, the host asked, “At this moment, do you have any words you’d like to share?”
Zhou Jibai dialed a number, but no one picked up. A mocking smile played on his lips. “On the day we broke up, someone told me that if I ever won Best Actor, she would jump off the eighteenth floor.”
“Why is she afraid to answer the phone now? She didn’t actually jump, did she?” I was currently floating right beside him, trying to touch that trophy, but I nearly choked back to life at those words.
… Zhou Jibai, how rude can you get?
Floating Boat Crossing
I bought a eunuch off the street. On his very first day in the manor, he started throwing his weight around.
When the others refused to follow his orders, he turned right around and complained to me.
Everyone waited for him to be put in his place, but instead, I said, “From now on, whatever Pei Yunchuan wants, you give it to him.”
He was about to gloat over his newfound power, but he hadn’t even let out a laugh before I continued with my announcement.
“He is the man I am going to marry.” He froze, his voice shrill as he shrieked, “You deranged lunatic, what kind of nonsense are you spouting?”
I Trade My Peace for the Realm
In my third year as Empress Dowager, my greatest fear is not the court officials, nor the brushes held by the court historians.
It is the moments when I wake from a dream in the dead of night and instinctively call out the name of Xie Wuyang.
As the palace lanterns flicker to life, I am reminded that three years ago, I was the one who personally wrote the secret order sending him to his death at Yanhui Ridge.
Spring Out of Confusion
I’ve been stalking my husband’s mistress.
She lives a glamorous life-she resides in a villa in an upscale neighborhood, drives a car worth millions, and is a pampered heiress.
Even when she’s out on a date with my husband, she has to be home by a certain time.
“I’m sorry, my father is very strict,” she would say.
To defend my marriage, I secretly took some photos and sent a message to that strict father of hers.
“Did you know your daughter is someone’s mistress?” It took a long time before he finally replied. “I know.” “I’m the one she’s cheating on.”