Childhood Friends
Looking Up at Spring Mountain
After starting high school, I was taken in by the Xu Family.
The Xu family had a golden boy, Xu Ge, whom I secretly admired for three whole years.
But in Xu Ge’s heart, there was a perfect white moonlight.
The day his white moonlight went abroad, he sat red-eyed in a dim bar corridor for an entire night.
That night, the rain was pouring.
I left my only umbrella at the corner, then quietly slipped away.
Many years later, Xu Ge and I crossed paths again at a gathering.
I was there to pick up a friend who was dead drunk.
Through the smoky haze, a man in a gray hoodie nonchalantly pushed open the door, still surrounded by a flock of girls.
I watched for a moment, pretended not to recognize him, lowered my gaze, and left. Outside, the rain was pouring, and I stood at the door fretting.
Just then, an umbrella was handed to me from behind.
The hand holding it had a pale, strong wrist.
The man in the hoodie spoke softly: “Ruan He. “This umbrella of yours-you left it with me all those years ago.”
After Returning to My Wealthy Family, I Found My Siblings Were Little Demons
The year I turned seventeen, my wealthy birth parents brought me home.
They hemmed and hawed before saying, “You also have a twin brother and a younger sister, but they…”
Judging by their attitude, I understood at once.
My brother and sister probably weren’t going to welcome me.
But in the next second, the door was pushed open, and a flamboyant figure strode in.
His hair was dyed a bright red, and he said with cheerful swagger, “So this is my little sis, huh? I dyed my hair red just to celebrate you coming home. Festive enough for you?”
Behind him followed a little girl with side-swept bangs, holding pomelo leaves, a peachwood sword, and yellow talismans.
“Sis, I got these from a master specially for you. They’ve even been consecrated. They’ll drive away all your bad luck!”
“…”
Every family has its own difficult story. Mine had two volumes.
Bumper Harvest
I was the concubine Madam forced on the General.
She was testing whether his heart had strayed.
He remained perfectly unmoved and ordered me to copy scriptures all night to prove his devotion.
And me? My hand ached. So did my heart.
Tomorrow Will Be a Fine Day
The way I went from a Little Beggar to the Heir Apparent’s fiancée felt like a dream.
That day, I was crouched on the ground, gnawing on a coarse corn bun while watching two nobles argue.
They were like a pair of fighting roosters. It made for excellent dinner entertainment.
The Girl in Red sneered. “I would rather marry a fool or an idiot than ever marry a useless good-for-nothing like you!”
The Brocade-clad Youth roared back, “I would rather marry a chicken, marry a duck…” Halfway through, he pointed at me.
“I’d rather marry this Little Beggar than ever marry you!”
The Girl in Red looked at my dazed, foolish expression and laughed from sheer anger.
Her voice went taut as she said, “Fine! If you don’t marry her, you’re a cowardly bastard!”
Soul-Whip 8: The Ghost Village
In my first few years driving rigs, my master used to tell me that the main road could hold back evil.
So unless you absolutely had to, you should never leave the proper road, and you should never pay any attention to the “things” that stood outside the guardrails.
Lately, though, whenever I’m out on the road, I keep seeing my childhood friend-the one who’s already dead.
At first, he only stood beyond the guardrail, one leg raised stiffly.
But little by little, he managed to get that leg up onto the rail. Now half his body is leaning out over the highway.
The Little Liar
When my younger sister went to Songshan Temple to pray for blessings, she saved Prince Rui, who had been gravely wounded and fallen unconscious.
After Prince Rui woke, he left her a jade pendant as a token and promised that if she ever found herself in trouble, she could come to Prince Rui’s Mansion for help.
Two months later, I went to the mansion.
I said to Prince Rui: “Do you still remember what happened outside Songshan Temple?”
I claimed her deed as my own and successfully became his princess consort.
But in the second year after our marriage, my younger sister came to visit.
Right in front of Prince Rui, she took out that jade pendant.
Vulgar Romance
I was pregnant.
But I only wanted the baby, not the baby’s father.
With my belly about to become impossible to hide, I simply blocked him.
The very next day, though, he showed up outside my apartment and stopped me at my door.
When I saw his gaze settle on the swell of my stomach, I played it cool.
“What are you staring at? I just gained weight.”
At that, he looked at me like I was an idiot.
“Don’t worry. I don’t need any child support, and I won’t use this baby as an excuse to bother you. All you need to do is disappear completely-”
Before I could finish, he cut me off. “No.” “I want this child too.”
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.
My Friends Fight for Custody of Me After Breaking Up
There’s something worse than being the third wheel when two of your friends start dating.
It’s when they break up. And then fight over custody of me.
The Advantage of Being Next Door
A new neighbor moved in next door-a man who radiated a wild, untamed energy from head to toe.
He always came home late at night.
On the rare occasions I ran into him in the elevator, he was quiet and withdrawn, looking nothing like a decent guy.
Until one night, without the slightest warning, the water in my apartment cut off.
Halfway through my shower, I stood there in silence for a long moment before wrapping myself in a bathrobe and knocking on my neighbor’s door.
“Bro, can I borrow your bathroom?”