Romance
I Am the Female Lead of a Vindictive Ancient Story
My fiancé returned from the front, and with him he brought a woman.
She wore a long crimson robe, a curved saber fastened at her waist. She rode in through the city gates on horseback, bold and dazzling, like the wild azaleas that set the mountains ablaze in spring.
“So this is the kind of girl Ning Zhen likes.” She folded her arms and looked me over, one brow lifting. There was no telling from her tone whether she was pleased or displeased.
Ning Zhen only glanced at her helplessly. “A childhood promise can hardly be taken seriously.”
What a fine thing to say-a childhood promise could hardly be taken seriously.
I had waited three years for him, only to be given those words.
No Regrets
After my sister was widowed, she applied for a new Beastman partner.
As fate would have it, she was matched with my husband’s twin brother.
Upon learning this, Jiang Xu held me in a daze, his eyes wide open the entire night. I, too, suffered a rare bout of insomnia.
It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that I heard him finally lose his resolve.
He slipped outside to make a quiet phone call to his brother.
“Ah Chi, I really don’t want to spend my whole life missing out on her.”
“Just help me this once.” “Don’t worry, Wen Ning is dim-witted; she’ll never realize you’re pretending to be me.”
“Remember? She already mistook us for each other once before.”
“Wen Lin hasn’t met you yet either, so even if I take your place for a few days, she won’t notice.”
“I’m begging you, just for a week. One week is all I need. I just don’t want to live with any regrets…”
He kept pleading until the sun began to rise.
Only then did Jiang Chi finally agree to pose as his brother to stay with me. At that moment, Jiang Xu and I both breathed a sigh of relief.
He never knew. In truth, I was just like him. I, too, harbored the regret of an unrequited love.
My Friends Fight for Custody of Me After Breaking Up
There’s something worse than being the third wheel when two of your friends start dating.
It’s when they break up. And then fight over custody of me.
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.
Is It Hard to Be the Chief?
The Battle for First Seat.
Just as the match between my junior sister and me was about to be decided, my life-bound sword suddenly turned its edge on me and gravely wounded me.
The sword spirit said, “Your swordplay is too fierce. You would have hurt her. I didn’t want you to bear the infamy of injuring a fellow disciple, so I had to act as the situation demanded. I’m sorry.”
They all say swords have souls, and that they are loyal to the masters they acknowledge.
But I had rescued the Muyuan Sword from the abyss, then carried it to fame throughout the world. For decades, we were inseparable.
Even so, he remained proud and untamed. Everyone advised me.
A bond with a divine sword could not be forced. What was not mine would never belong to me, no matter how tightly I held on.
In that case, I might as well give the Muyuan Sword to my junior sister.
I thought they were right. After all, in all these years of using the Muyuan Sword, I had never been able to draw out even seventy percent of my strength.
It was time to choose a new sword.
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.”
Heartbroken, but a Little Older
Jiang Yu broke up with me again.
This time, I planned to do what I did when he first dumped me at eighteen-go clear my head by the river.
But the wind off the water was freezing, so I decided to just head back. On the way home, I passed a barbecue stall. I thought I’d be like my twenty-year-old self, too heartbroken to swallow a single bite.
Instead, I found that the owner’s grilling skills were actually top-notch.
When I finally made it home, I intended to write him one of those long, pleading essays for a reconciliation, just like I did when we went through our routine breakups at twenty-two, twenty-three, and twenty-four.
But then my boss told me I had to go on a business trip. After nearly a month of being busy, I was practically entering a second honeymoon phase with my career in a neighboring city.
Jiang Yu finally couldn’t hold out any longer and called me. “Why haven’t you come to apologize yet?” Only then did I realize I’d forgotten something. Going through a breakup when you’re a little older is truly a hassle.
I could only ask him tentatively: “I’m so sorry, really. I’ve been so busy lately that I forgot to write the essay.” “How about… we just stay broken up?”
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.”
Forget Me, Remember
After an argument with Zhou Mingyu, I jumped from the thirtieth floor with my five-month-old daughter in my arms.
When I opened my eyes again, time had actually returned to yesterday.
On this day, because the baby wouldn’t stop crying, Zhou Mingyu snapped at me for the first time: “Chen Ran, you don’t have a mother yourself, so it’s no wonder you don’t even know how to take care of a child!”
Our relationship had always been good, so I thought he hadn’t meant it; I blamed it on my own volatile temper and for taking things too hard.
But time continued to flow backward, and I discovered that this wasn’t the first time Zhou Mingyu had said such things: During my postpartum recovery month, he joked, “If your mother were still alive, my mother wouldn’t be so exhausted.”
On the day I was hospitalized to give birth, in response to the nurse’s questions, he said with a smile, “Her mother passed away, so who else could be her caregiver but me?”
At our wedding, he held my hand and vowed, “Chen Ran, I will definitely take good care of you in your mother’s stead!”
… It turned out he had always cared about the fact that I didn’t have a mother.
But the strange thing was, why didn’t I have any memory of my mother at all?
Had she ever truly existed?
If time continued to flow backward, would I eventually see her?
Grand Princess Anping
The daughter of the Yong’an Marquis Estate had committed a grave breach of etiquette within the palace, accidentally shattering a relic of the Late Emperor.
Furious, Grand Princess Anping ordered her to be seized and brought back to the Princess Manor immediately.
That night. The Heir of the Yong’an Marquis Estate knelt at the foot of my steps.
I reclined on my daybed, my fingertip tapping rhythmically against the armrest.
My gaze swept slowly over him, tracing the line of his brow, his Adam’s apple, and the breadth of his shoulders.
After a long silence, I finally uttered a single word: “Strip.” Those slender hands, which had once composed the most brilliant of essays, trembled as they reached for the buttons of his slate-blue official uniform.