Romance
Promised to Be a Nun for the Crown Prince, Why Did She Remarry?
On the day the Crown Prince was deposed, I left the Eastern Palace with the palace servants, a bundle on my back.
When we reached a deserted place, the Crown Prince caught my hand. “Come with me. I can protect you.”
Tears shimmered in my eyes. “No. This servant will shave her head and become a nun, to pray for Your Highness’s blessings.”
With that, under his reluctant gaze, I walked into the nunnery.
Of course I couldn’t go with him. He was the male lead, and I was the vicious supporting villainess.
In the original plot, I was supposed to follow him and suffer every hardship at his side. But then he would fall in love with a time-traveling woman, reclaim the throne, and make her Empress.
As for me, I would have to fight that time-traveling woman in the palace, then die a miserable death in the end.
Ugh, please.
I did like the Crown Prince, but my motives weren’t exactly pure. More than anything, I wanted wealth and glory.
Since I already knew how it ended, there was no way I was going to suffer with him.
Luckily, I hadn’t awakened too late. I had already built up quite a fortune.
Five years later, after my first husband died and I was just preparing to marry my second, the Crown Prince appeared before me with a cold, shadowed face.
He gripped my hand with crushing force and said through gritted teeth, “Didn’t you say you were becoming a nun?”
Carefree
When I was young, I found the Crown Princess and took her begging for three years.
Later, after she was retrieved, the Emperor recognized me as his adopted son.
Everyone assumed I would marry the Crown Princess.
But she became engaged to the Duke’s legitimate son.
On her birthday, she declared with a mocking smile in front of everyone: “How could someone of royal blood be matched with a beggar?”
I raised my cup and sincerely wished her a worry-free life, year after year.
She didn’t know yet that I had already accepted the imperial decree of a marriage alliance.
And from that year on, she would have no worries, and no Ziyou.
Rental House Literature
After graduating from college, I moved into a shared rental with my rich second-generation boyfriend and started a business from scratch.
I was the one building the company. He was the one suffering through it with me.
Every day, I came home exhausted to our small apartment.
And every time, he would have a fragrant, steaming meal ready for me.
Life was hard, but we both felt happy.
Until one day, I saw the barrage comments:
[Oh my god, the male lead is still here suffering through this startup with his ex-girlfriend. When is the female lead finally going to show up?]
[The male lead is still too young. His parents already paved a golden road for him, but he refuses to take it and insists on staying in a rental eating instant noodles with his ex.]
[It’s fine. Once the ex-girlfriend’s startup fails and she starts drinking and getting violent, and later even cheats on him right in front of him, he’ll obediently go back and inherit the family business.]
[But honestly, summer, a rental apartment, bare skin, heads down and working hard… the sexual tension between these two is insane.]
The Marquis’s White Moonlight Turned Out to Be Me
When I went to the Capital to seek refuge with my elder sister, I saved two young noblemen who were being robbed by river bandits.
I had heard that nobles in the Capital loved nothing more than repaying a life-saving debt with their hand in marriage.
So I took both of their personal jade pendants.
My plan was to make careful inquiries about their character once I arrived in the Capital, then decide whether or not I wanted to claim that debt of gratitude.
Who would have thought that the moment I saw my sister, I would hear the strangest thing?
On her way to the Capital, the Marquis’s Mansion’s cousin young lady had saved the Fourth Young Master and the Fifth Young Master. Now, she was being honored as a distinguished guest.
As for me, a wild girl from Nanzhou, I was instantly made to look like a little beggar beside that refined and well-mannered cousin young lady.
Even my sister was worried. “Now the Old Madam will definitely be in a hurry to arrange a marriage for the cousin young lady first. What are you going to do?”
Tug His Tie, Tempt His Composure
Fu Shiyu, the crown prince of Beijing’s elite circles, was famously untouchable.
I worked as his chief interpreter for three years.
He still never managed to remember my full name.
Until the day I “ran into” him at the gallery he often visited, my fingertip brushing over his Adam’s apple.
“CEO Fu, your tie is crooked.”
He pinned me against the floor-to-ceiling window and bit my earlobe.
“Who are you calling CEO Fu?
“Say that again. I dare you.”
The Good Concubine
During the years I spent as a concubine in Changning Marquis Manor, I humbled myself in every possible way to win Marquis Shen’s favor, stooping low and fawning over him without shame. In the end, he still gave me away as easily as one might hand off an object.
And yet, one day, his eyes would redden as he murmured by my ear, “Shiyi Niang, I miss you so much I’m going mad.”
Hah. Men.
May the Crown Princess Live Forever
For three years after I entered the Eastern Palace as a concubine, I had never even seen the Crown Prince.
I took it in stride. After all, I was face-blind.
If I mistook someone else for the Crown Prince and committed a capital offense, I would rather have no favor at all.
But after so long without his favor, even my food, clothing, and daily expenses became a problem.
To live a little better, I simply found three lovers to support me.
Zhang San worked in the Imperial Kitchen and could always bring me plenty of delicious food.
Li Si guarded the Garment Bureau and often sent me beautiful clothes.
As for Wang Wu, he was a skilled craftsman in the workshops. Every time we met, he gave me some clever new toy.
Lately, though, all three of them seemed short on money.
So I began thinking that I should try to please the Crown Prince and ask for some rewards to help support them.
The Author and the Reader Got Together
I had no idea my boss was a famous fanfic author, one with excellent prose, thrilling plots, and a perfectly balanced diet of content.
And I was one of his top-paying readers.
His new story was a complete departure from his usual style: an utterly squeaky-clean original novel.
I happily topped up my account to buy the chapters, but the more I read, the more I realized the dense, romance-impaired heroine was a lot like me.
The only difference was that the male lead was a shy, innocent, introverted herbivore-type boss whose little inner commentary was ridiculously cute.
He was nothing like my real-life boss, who barely spoke, had a severe case of germophobia, and was an absolute menace.
Later…
The author posted in the comments: “≧◇≦ Thank you all for your support. I-I-I’ve decided to be brave and confess!!! >_<”
Magnanimously, I sent the author a huge gift. “Go for it! Be brave, author! Fear no hardship!”
The very next second, my cold-faced, frowning boss walked out of his office and stopped in front of me, his face bright red.
Me: “?”
Only Spring Knows
Liang Yu had always thought the first time they met was at an amusement park. But in fact, it was not.
Those days were marked by endless rain, and even her memories carried a damp, overcast gloom.
That morning, her older sister developed a fever again. She lay in bed, sleeping through the entire day until night fell.
The Secret Crush Chronicles of a Chuunibyou Boy
I was helping my mom sell grilled sausages by the roadside when a handsome guy in a cap scanned the QR code to pay. He gave his phone a little shake, signaling that the payment had gone through.
I smiled and nodded. Then my gaze suddenly sharpened, landing on the pale, prominent bone of his wrist.
There was a tiny black tattoo there.
I narrowed my eyes slightly and recognized it.
It was that bastard Chen Wen.
His friend came over, hooked an arm around his neck, and urged him on. “Come on, Chen Wen. Let’s go to the usual spot.”
But Chen Wen just had to do the opposite of what I wanted. He took two steps toward me, bent down, and met my eyes. A moment later, recognition dawned. He let out a laugh, his eyes curving like peach blossom petals.
“Is that… Boss Tang?”
“…”