Childcare
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.
He Never Knew the Jade He Held
The day I decided to divorce Pei Qingshu was an ordinary one.
Only the night before, he had promised that he would send Miss Liu away the next day, then celebrate my birthday properly with me.
It finally seemed as though our life was about to get better.
Delighted, I rose early, opened my dressing case, and carefully drew my brows while looking into a copper basin.
Then I dug an old pomegranate-red skirt out from the bottom of the camphorwood chest.
After seven years of marriage, I did not own a single decent piece of jewelry.
Seeing my bare ears, I pinched off a balsam blossom and tucked it behind my bun.
On my way out to buy vegetables, I ran into Chunxiang’s mother, who caught my arm with a teasing smile.
“I saw Master Pei buy two hairpins the other day—one gold, one jade. Let me see which one you’re wearing.”
Then she noticed the balsam flower in my hair and froze.
Insufficient Balance
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but this card has insufficient funds.”
I froze for a heartbeat before quickly handing over another one.
The red light flashed again.
“I’m sorry, this card is also declined.”
“…What?”
I steadied my breathing and dialed my husband’s number.
“Honey, haven’t you been paid yet? The baby is out of formula.”
His voice through the receiver was devoid of warmth.
“A household isn’t supported by one person alone. I expect you to learn how to be independent instead of living like some pathetic parasite.”
With those words, he declared war.
Fine.
Then let the hunt begin.
Knowing Spring
On the day my elder sister died of illness, I took my nephew to the Marquis’s Mansion to claim kinship.
The Second Young Master of the Marquis’s Mansion was in the middle of his wedding, and the place was bustling with celebration.
When the Marchioness saw the jade pendant I brought out, she nearly fainted.
She hid behind a screen and, suppressing her anger, said, “If the Chancellor’s Daughter finds out about the evil deed he committed, this marriage will be ruined!”
An old nanny offered her advice in a low voice.
“Madam, don’t panic. Back then, the Second Young Master said that woman had been drugged and never saw his face clearly.
“It was only because he left in such a hurry that he dropped this family heirloom jade pendant and gave someone leverage over him.
“Since this woman has come looking for us, we can simply pin the whole matter on the Eldest Young Master.”
I had possessed astonishingly sharp hearing since childhood, so I heard every word of their little conspiracy.
In truth, whether it was the Eldest Young Master or the Second Young Master made no difference to me.
It did not matter who became my husband.
What mattered was that my nephew would have a good place to study.
The Marquis Manor Clan School had a great scholar of the current dynasty presiding over it.
It would not waste his natural gifts.
Lucky All My Life
While the concubines of the harem fought for favor, the Empress was wondering when the emperor would finally die.
The emperor and I had been married since our youth, but ours was a match arranged without either of us having any say.
After all these years, we had only ever treated each other with distant courtesy.
And as my son grew older by the day, I found myself hoping more and more that His Majesty might depart this world sooner rather than later-if only so all my years of diligently managing his harem would not have been in vain.
My Aunt Is Very Fierce
I transmigrated into a tragic romance novel as the female lead’s sister.
In the original plot, I spent my time abusing her daughter while simultaneously trying to seduce her husband.
Ultimately, I groomed her daughter to become the next generation’s tragic heroine, while I met a miserable end myself-tossed into the ocean to feed the fish.
Now, looking at the innocent Little Bean Bun standing before me, I said: “If you love suffering, you’ll have a never-ending supply of it. So, do you want to swallow that bitter pill, or are you going to speak up for yourself?”
“Go up there and give him a piece of your mind. If you win the argument, I’ll buy you a burger; if you lose, I’ll buy you a drink.”
“What? You’re afraid to win? Do you really love being a perpetual runner-up that much? You don’t have to be number one, but you can’t settle for second best, and you certainly can’t be a pushover.”
“Your mother brought you into this world to enjoy life, not to suffer. Go compete, go grab what’s yours, and be brave! Go get ’em, baby!”
My Brother Became a Live-in Son-in-Law
My older brother was eighteen when he was married off as a live-in son-in-law to my sister-in-law.
My sister-in-law said that if he gave her a child, she’d reward him by letting him continue his studies.
Later, the day my brother passed the imperial exam, Father still refused to give up and asked,
“Son, now can my grandson change his surname back to mine?”
My Darling
During the year of our purest love, Chen Ming and I shared a kiss in front of everyone when we won the Zhengfa Cup debate competition.
But later, when our son was diagnosed with autism, we both came to regret it.
After ten years of love, the wear and tear of life had transformed us from a match made in heaven into a pair of bitter rivals.
Time skipped forward to our son’s fifth birthday.
Chen Ming and I were in the car, arguing once again over our child’s illness.
Right in front of our son, we cursed each other, screaming for the other to drop dead.
The next second, an out-of-control heavy truck barreled toward us.
Chen Ming went against his instincts and jerked the steering wheel to the right, but the violent impact swallowed all the shouting and cursing anyway.
When I woke up again, we were back on the day we won the Zhengfa Cup.
This time, facing a stadium full of cheering and jeering, we pretended we barely knew each other.
Restoring Relics in the Imperial Harem
Artifact-conservation student Lin Fu wakes in the body of the lowest-ranking maid in the imperial harem, where saving a priceless cup brings her to the attention of Emperor Qin Zhi.
Protected by the kind Empress Shen Chenxiang, she finds purpose restoring paintings, porcelain, and other damaged treasures inside a palace that destroys people far more easily than objects.
After tragedy takes her benefactor, Lin Fu is pulled into a dangerous struggle among the Emperor, the Shen clan, and the Yan clan.
To avenge the dead and protect the children entrusted to her, she must survive as the Emperor’s favored consort without allowing the harem to turn her into another weapon.
From shattered porcelain to broken friendships, every relic she repairs reveals a history of love, betrayal, and the things no pair of clever hands can ever restore.
She Has Been in the Wind for Two Years
She Has Been in the Wind for Two Years
Synopsis: Two years after my wife passed away, I still received messages from her every day and ate the dinners she had “arranged” for me.
I thought she had never truly left-until one late night, when I followed a text begging for help back home and realized I had been living all along inside the Fengli she left behind for me.