Romance
The Crazy Men and the Crazy Men Healed
My best friend is the heroine of a forced-love novel.
The male lead, Gu Beichen, destroyed her career, got her first love killed, and locked her up in a villa like some precious treasure.
I’m the heroine of an angst novel, and I have it even worse than she does.
The male lead, Shen Xingjin, killed my child, cut out my kidney, ruined my entire family, and treated me like a plaything.
My best friend and I wanted to change our fates.
Later, Gu Beichen and Shen Xingjin, those two unhinged male leads, fell in love with each other.
The Crown Prince’s Concubine’s Guide to Rising in Power
On the eve of His Majesty’s bestowal of marriage, I lay in the Crown Prince’s arms and murmured, “Your Highness dotes on me so much. When my sister marries into the household, she won’t be angry, will she? Everyone else envies Your Highness for receiving His Majesty’s favor and being allowed to hold the wedding in the palace, but all I feel is sorry for you. It must be exhausting.”
I thought I was just putting on a fragile, sweet little act for the Crown Prince.
I never expected him to be sincere with me.
The Crybaby Mermaid and Her Northeastern System
I transmigrated into a Merfolk Princess who burst into tears at the drop of a hat.
The System wanted me to bully the brooding villain before his Dragon Transformation.
I swam up to him and, trembling all over, slapped his face with my fishtail.
“B-bas… bastard.”
The System lectured me, “Own it! Put your back into it!”
Later, the villain completed his Dragon Transformation and became the Lord of the Four Seas.
He pinned my fishtail beneath the dragon claw of his lower body, his voice hoarse.
“Not enough. Again.”
The Day I Died, He Brought Her Home
On the first day after I died, my boyfriend brought his first love back home.
They kissed passionately on the sofa I bought, acting as if no one else were there. They ate the celery dumplings I had made by hand and played with the gaming console I had given him.
One day, his first love asked curiously, “Where’s An’an?”
My boyfriend’s voice was calm. “We had a fight a few days ago. She applied for a business trip with her company.”
Oh, he still doesn’t know that I’m dead.
The Dead Bride
At my grand wedding to my Boyfriend, a stranger pushed open the door and walked in elegantly.
Who is he? What does he want? Is he here to bless me, or to destroy me?
When the man smiled, raised his hand, and lightly pushed me off the rooftop, I finally remembered who he was.
After fate destroyed me once more, it granted me the chance of Rebirth.
Since then I have decided: I will never bow my head or admit defeat. Even if I fall into Avici Hell, I will stop at nothing.
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 Difficult Mistress
Marrying Zhao Yunyan, Duke Wei, was hardly a joyous occasion.
He had a cherished concubine, an understanding childhood sweetheart who knew his heart.
He also had a red rose who had once saved his life, a woman he kept outside the manor in a relationship no one could quite explain.
One had accompanied him through childhood; the other had dazzled him in his youth.
No matter how one looked at it, there was no place left for me, his lawful wife.
Mother wept and said I was too simple and straightforward by nature, that I would never be able to warm my husband’s heart.
How was I supposed to live like that?
I comforted her.
I did not seek true love, nor would I harm any concubine.
If I held on to my dignity and cherished myself, how could I not live well?
The Divorcee’s Second Chance
Six years after our divorce, I ran into my ex-husband on a street corner while holding my three-year-old daughter.
He stared blankly at the girl in my arms for a long time before knitting his brows. “She’s almost six years old,” he said, his voice laced with accusation. “Why does she look so thin and small?”
Ha!
He actually thought the child I was holding was his.
I suppose he believed I loved him so deeply that even after he cheated and divorced me, I would have gone off and raised his child all on my own.
The Eight Years He Forgot
When Nie Feng and I were about to file for divorce, he was in a car accident and lost his memory.
His memory was stuck eight years in the past.
Eight years ago, he loved me the most.
The Eldest Sister Acts as Mother
My younger sister eloped with a penniless scholar, and her cold-hearted fiancé broke down my door, demanding that I take her place.
I was so scared I clutched my waistband and begged for mercy.
“Brother-in-law, how can you blame this on me?”
The two cinnabar moles beneath his eyes were as red as blood, and his tone was utterly indifferent.
“An elder sister is like a mother. In other words, every grievance has its culprit, and every debt has its debtor.”
“So, are you coming with me on your own, or am I dragging you away?”
Th-thrilling. Was this the domineering forced-love plot they wrote about in storybooks?
The weak could not fight the strong, so I was just about to get out of bed when I realized my sister had run off wearing the only pair of padded winter pants in the house.
Left with no choice, I lay right back down.
“Forget it. It’s freezing out, so let’s not move.”
“If you’re going to seize me, then seize me. Hurry up, while the blankets are still warm…”
“…”
-A laid-back heroine who sleeps through the abduction x an action-oriented hero who carries on abducting while she sleeps.