Shoujo
The Cry of Moss
Mother ascended to heaven.
She left me two things: an old yellow dog and a manual for cultivating immortality.
Oh, and one promise.
“Whenever someone beats you, shout your mother’s name three times, and I will come save you.”
I never shouted.
Father had seldom used his fists lately; he had heard that girls in our area had suddenly become valuable, and a wounded one would fetch a poor price.
The Handsome Guy Upstairs
The insanely hot guy upstairs is six-two, with cool-toned fair skin and gold-rimmed glasses. He looks aloof and abstinent, but apparently, he’s actually a beast.
The very night I moved in, the upstairs unit went at it all night.
So passionate. So impressive.
It would have been even better if I hadn’t been the one suffering through it.
When they were about to start up again, I finally couldn’t take it anymore.
I opened the property management WeChat group and added the hot guy from Unit 802, Building E.
“Hi, you’re the resident of Unit 802 in Building E, right?”
“Could you two keep it down?”
“It’s so loud I can’t sleep…”
He replied, “I’m working overtime at the office.”
I shot up from my deathbed of exhaustion, suddenly smelling the scent of piping-hot gossip.
The next second, he transferred me eight hundred yuan.
Him: “Bro, help me block the door. I’ll be there right away.”
The Professor Is Too Gentle
On the night I married Lu Boya, my buddies warned me, “Professor Lu is a refined scholar with a delicate constitution. You’d better be gentle with him!”
I gave them a ferocious grin. “Gentle? Not happening. This lady has plenty of strength-and plenty of tricks!”
The next day, my voice was hoarse and my eyes were swollen as I shouted at Lu Boya, who stood there in a crisp suit and gold-rimmed glasses.
“Liar!”
Refined scholar? Delicate constitution? All lies!
The School Beauty Hired Me to Bully Her
To catch the School Bully’s attention,
the School Beauty gave me 660,000 to publicly bully her.
“If you bully me, he’ll feel so sorry for me and come to protect me on his own!”
So I blocked the School Beauty at the school gate and shouted,
“So what if you’re a little prettier, your family’s a little richer, and your grades are a little better? What are you acting so smug about!”
The School Beauty cried pitifully, drawing a crowd of onlookers from the whole school.
On the way home, the School Bully’s Bentley cut me off.
Just as I was about to kneel and apologize, the School Bully handed me a bank card.
“Well done. I’ve been sick of that Little Green Tea for a while now.”
“There’s 880,000 in the card. I’m hiring you as my girlfriend, keep messing with her!”
The Sprouting Chronicles
Zhao Qingzhu and I were betrothed through an exchange marriage.
The agreement was that his older sister would marry my older brother, and I would marry him.
He was a scholar, which meant his education was a money pit.
My family had to tighten our belts to provide for him, and the entire village laughed at us for being fools.
But five years later, he passed the imperial examinations with top honors and became the most sought-after bachelor around.
Suddenly, everyone was saying I was no longer worthy of him.
Where Plum Blossoms Meet Bamboo
My mother waited for my father her entire life.
Even when illness confined her to her deathbed, she never got the snowy stroll among plum blossoms he had promised her.
So when Second Young Master Cui and I took a liking to each other, I told him I would wait for him only three times.
The first would honor the joy of our meeting.
The second would honor the bond of truly knowing one another.
The third would honor the love we had shared.
After the third, our ties would be severed, and we would have nothing more to do with each other for the rest of our lives.
Second Young Master Cui agreed with a smile, saying that such a fine match was a blessing from Heaven and that he would never dare cast good fortune away.
Later, he rescued a young woman.
For her sake, he made me wait again and again.
The final time, he sent word that our wedding would be postponed and that we could discuss it again after he had safely brought the young woman back.
I gave a cold laugh and asked, “Whether I marry, and whom I marry, is no concern of yours, Young Master Cui.”
The wedding went ahead as planned after that.
Only the groom had changed.
Anyone who tried to steal my betrothed was certainly detestable.
But anyone who tried to steal Cui Zhaoyu’s bride was, in my eyes, utterly adorable.
Wild Player and Little Raindrop
Qi Zheng raised a hand and knocked over the insulated food jar I was offering him.
“I’ve already been forced to marry you. Do you really expect me to fall in love with you, too?”
Once that video was leaked, everyone knew: the newly risen top star had been forced into marriage, and I was the clingy leech he couldn’t shake off.
That night, after the shoot wrapped, everyone tacitly ignored the fact that I was still tied to a tree.
By the time I was rescued before dawn the next day, my legs were stiff.
I felt my way back through the dark, missed my footing, and fell off a cliff.
When I woke again, I had returned to four years earlier-and met someone who favored me openly and without hesitation.
Qi Zheng, however, was not happy about it.
Yiyi Wins Xie Yi
Today was the Qixi Festival, and the campus forum thread “How Are You Spending Today?” shot straight to the top of the discussion rankings.
The comments underneath were pure chaos.
On a sudden whim, I left one too.
“In Xie Yi’s arms.”
Then Xie Yi-the famously abstinent, untouchable teacher-replied to me.
“You said you’d be in my arms. Where are you?”
Me: ! ? ?
Yuwan Loves Chengyan
When I was four, a fortune-teller said I was fated to bring misfortune upon my parents. So they sent me away to a rural estate. For ten years, they never came to see me, nor did they care whether I lived or died.
At fourteen, they brought me home-so they could marry me off.
My legitimate elder sister laughed. “A fool marrying a sickly wretch. A match made in heaven.”
My parents said, “If this engagement weren’t impossible to break, and if your sister weren’t about to marry into a noble family, you wouldn’t even be worthy of carrying his shoes.”
“A married daughter is water poured out. Once you’re gone, don’t come back for anything.”
Only he held my hand and taught me to write my own name.
And then he taught me to write: “A woman, too, must respect and cherish herself, strive without ceasing, and press ever forward.”