Romance
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.”
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.
Tong Yue
On the day my lady and I fled, I went east while she went west.
Dressed in her clothes and carrying her token, I drew the pursuers away for her.
At death’s door, I was rescued. My lady’s betrothed mistook me for her.
Badly wounded and stripped of my memories, I was cherished by him and carefully nursed. He even married me.
Five years later, he brought back a battered woman. It was my lady. Convinced that I had deceived him, Qi Yu hated me to the bone and sent me to my death with a cup of poison.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I lured the enemy away for her.
I returned her clothes and token, then smiled and told her: “Go east. And don’t look back.”
Heart Like Still Water
The first time I stayed over at my boyfriend’s place, his ex-girlfriend suddenly burst into the bedroom in the middle of the night.
I could clearly feel his body stiffen. The room fell into a dead silence.
“Song Yuan,” she choked out, her voice so hoarse it was barely recognizable.
But he acted as if nothing was happening, pinning my wrist down and nonchalantly continuing to kiss me.
Princess’s Journey: The Beauty’s Colors Adorn Silk
After my rebirth, my mother held me in her arms, teasing me playfully.
“Jiaojiao, which one of them would you like as your husband?” I looked at my two young elder cousins.
In my past life, one of them killed me, and the other killed my body double. Both were ruthless, predatory men.
If I ever got involved with them again, would I even survive? I couldn’t help but burst into tears.
Clinging to my mother’s neck, I acted spoiled and pleaded, “Mother, I don’t want either of them.” “Then… you shall have both.”
My mother’s expression was one of absolute determination. Me: ??
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?”