Romance
The Villainess Leaked the Plot
A week ago, the true heiress of the Cheng family came to our door.
Only then did I learn that I was a fake.
But my biological parents were already dead, so the Cheng family decided to keep raising me.
The heiress who had just returned was very dissatisfied with a fake like me.
Not only did she take away all of Dad, Mom, and my older brother’s attention, she also wanted to reclaim the fiancé who should have been hers.
I didn’t really care.
I only wanted to scrape by and keep a roof over my head.
But when I tried to give my fiancé back to her, the man who had always been gentle wore a dark expression I had never seen before.
He locked an arm tightly around my waist, lowered his head, and looked at me with an air of effortless menace.
“Yangyang, ever since we were little, I’ve known you could only be mine.”
Just then, the heiress pushed open the door.
She blinked, revealing two adorable little canine teeth as she smiled.
“Brother Yan, didn’t you promise Auntie that you’d have dinner with me?”
Strangely, I suddenly heard the roar inside her head.
—“That fucking perverted male lead—stay away from the heroine; she belongs to the second male lead!”
Wolf and Summer Lychee
Chen Mu hated me.
Because I bullied and framed his precious childhood sweetheart.
Again and again, he saw through my schemes with cold eyes and watched me reap what I had sown.
“Bad seed,” he called me.
But when I kissed him in the dark, he panicked.
“Brother Chen Mu, shouldn’t a bad girl deserve a little punishment?”
The Sweet-Wife Heroine Rebels
I was the heroine of a sweet-wife story: delicate, soft, and made to be swept off my feet.
All I had to do was behave and let one man after another dote on me.
My stepbrother was walking toward me with a glass of milk when a system appeared.
It told me that, according to the plot, I was supposed to develop a sex addiction that very day. From then on, the slightest contact with a man would leave me unbearably aroused, and it would only get worse.
That sounded pretty good to me.
I drained the milk in one gulp.
My stepbrother smiled.
I smiled too.
The system gave an even more wicked little chuckle.
“Except I just changed it into an addiction to studying.”
The Little Palace Maid and Her Love-Struck Emperor
I was a palace maid serving at the emperor’s side when I accidentally started seeing floating comments.
The comments said the emperor was hopelessly love-brained.
By day, when Consort Gui treated him coldly, he acted as if he couldn’t care less.
By night, he would sob under the covers, terrified his eyes would turn red from crying, then sneak out of bed in the middle of the night to press ice against them.
I didn’t believe it. Was this really my cold-blooded, ruthless, domineering emperor?
Later, I discovered the comments were right.
He really was love-brained.
Only, the target of his obsession had become me.
But I… didn’t love him.
Princess’s Journey: Qing Qing Zi Zhi
From the moment I was born, my Father Emperor could hear my inner thoughts.
[Whoa, so my Father Emperor is actually a brilliant and divine Emperor for the Ages!]
[It’s a pity he has a few stains on his record.]
[First, he’ll act on impulse and execute a great hero who served him well, only to cry afterward and curse others for not stopping him.]
[Then, he’ll execute the Chief Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, brewing a wrongful case that will shock the world for centuries, all while shifting the blame onto his ministers.]
[He’ll praise the Grand Preceptor as a ‘clear mirror’ in public, but after the man dies, he’ll raid his tomb and whip the corpse.]
[And the biggest death wish of all: he clearly loves my Mother Empress so much, yet he insists on making her give birth over and over again. When she eventually dies in childbed, he’ll be holding some other beauty while reminiscing about my mother. What a total scumbag.]
My Father Emperor’s brow twitched again and again. Finally, he couldn’t hold it together anymore.
“Quickly! Go and invite the masters from Huguo Temple!”
Picking Mulberries
In the third month after our wedding, Shao Zhi took me back to Luoyang to pay respects to his clansmen. Along the way, he carefully explained the web of interests within his clan.
When he mentioned his eldest brother, his face filled with pride.
“My eldest brother is a very good man. He taught me riding and archery himself! ”
Now he serves in Luoyang as the Central Army Commander.
He is the one we are going to meet today.
” I hated Luoyang. There, someone had once forced me to drink a ladle of water from the Luo River and swear an oath: from then on, we would each marry another and never disturb each other again. Clutching the konghou in my arms, I only lowered my head and tried to refuse. ”
Ah Zhi, I was once a music courtesan.
I fear I might sully your honored brother’s eyes and ears.
It would be better if I did not meet him…
” Shao Zhi gathered me into his arms with pity and held my hand, telling me not to worry. ”
He won’t mind. I’ll secretly tell you a bit of gossip about my brother.
Before he married my sister-in-law, he once turned the whole world upside down over a music courtesan who played the konghou.
Later, afraid my sister-in-law would grow jealous, he forced that courtesan to drink from the Luo River and swear that they would each marry another and never disturb each other again.
“Besides, you are my wife now, and you play a fine twenty-three-string konghou. For my sake, my brother is sure to like you.”
What to Do If My Husband Loses His Memory on Our Divorce Day?
The man who had been sleeping in a separate room from me for the past six months was standing there with a pillow in his arms when I blocked him at the top of the stairs.
“The two of us together aren’t even fifty yet. We’re at the age when we should be all over each other. Is sleeping in separate rooms normal?”
He frowned at me, staring so hard that cold sweat prickled down my spine.
At last, he nodded. “Mm. It isn’t very normal.” Emboldened, I snatched the pillow out of his arms and grumbled, “You never used to be like this.”
“What did I use to be like?”
“You used to hold me every night when we slept, and before bed you’d call me your little baby.”
“…Did I?”
“You did!”
Look at me. Do these look like the eyes of a liar?
I Entered a Death Game Where Love Is Forbidden
When I was pulled into the Death Game, the System gave only one rule: No Romance. As luck would have it, the boy I was paired with for survival in the first Dungeon was gentle, brilliant, and always took the hits for me.
It wasn’t until the Life Gate opened that he admitted with a smile that he was an Administrator.
But what he didn’t know was that I was one, too.
After Stepping on the God’s Footprint
After stepping into a giant footprint out in the wilderness… I got pregnant.
It was such an outrageous thing that, naturally, my mother refused to believe it.
She slapped me across the face right off the bat and demanded to know which man I’d been sneaking into the woods with.
I clutched my cheek and didn’t dare make a sound.
In an attempt to salvage a little dignity, Mother had me put on a Heaven’s Headdress, implying that this child had no father and was a gift from the heavens.
Who would have thought that, as dusk approached, people really did descend from the sky?
Every last one of them was bristling with righteous fury, their eyes red-rimmed, looking even more wronged than I did.
“My Lord was born divine. He is the King of the State, and the Universal Lord besides. How could he possibly have anything to do with some village woman from the countryside?”
“Speak. What exactly did you do?!”
Thinking back to that enormous, awe-inspiring footprint from last night, I was completely bewildered.
“Me? I just… shivered on top of it?” -After Stepping on the God’s Footprint This story is adapted from the ancient myth of “the Jiang Maiden conceiving after stepping in a footprint.”
Basically, it’s a story about the female lead raising a child, the male lead also raising a child, or the two of them raising a child together.
On the Day of Our Divorce, His Last Letter Arrived
On the final day of the divorce cooling-off period, I waited for Yuan Shiyu at the Civil Affairs Bureau for three hours.
The person who eventually arrived wasn’t him; instead, it was a hospital representative delivering a critical condition notice and a last letter.
Everyone thought he had finally agreed to let me go. Only I knew that the first sentence of that letter read: Wantang, I’m sorry, I really can’t make it this time.