Different Social Status
Princess’s Journey: Yi Guang Illuminates the World
I lost my mother at seven and my father at ten, leaving me with only Grandma to depend on.
Grandma made a living sewing and doing laundry for others, while I spent my summers farming and my winters heading into the mountains.
We managed to scrape by.
When I was fourteen, I had a dream.
In that dream, I was a princess.
After being brought into the palace, I engaged in a life-and-death struggle against the Impostor Princess.
In the end, we were both killed by the transmigrator, becoming nothing more than stepping stones on her path to power.
Redemption Fairy Tale
During our sophomore year of high school, the underprivileged student my childhood friend had been sponsoring transferred to our school.
She was plain, rustic, and awkward, yet her eyes carefully concealed a crush on Xiao Yunzhou.
Everyone at school mocked her for her wishful thinking, and they warned me with heavy hearts:
“Huaishan, you’d better be careful. Having Wei Xiaoyun stick to Xiao Yunzhou is like getting a piece of gum caught in your hair-you’ll never get rid of her.”
“Having someone like that hovering around your childhood friend every day is honestly disgusting.”
“Exactly, Huaishan. It’s not the thief you should fear, but the one who’s always watching. Sooner or later, you’re going to suffer at Wei Xiaoyun’s hands.”
Scattered Clouds
I am the most pathetic Marchioness in all of the capital.
Marquis Jing’an married me for one reason only: I was honest, kind, and easy to manipulate.
Before our wedding, he told me quite bluntly, without a shred of hesitation:
“As long as you treat my beloved Concubine Bai well once you enter my home, and as long as you don’t get jealous or pick fights with her, I will grant you the dignity and status you deserve.”
For the sake of my family, I had no choice but to marry him.
From then on, whenever Concubine Bai sat, I stood.
When Concubine Bai ate meat, I drank the broth.
Whenever rewards arrived from the palace, Concubine Bai got first pick; I only received whatever she didn’t want.
I thought Marquis Jing’an was satisfied with my performance over the years, yet when I prepared to leave, he blocked the doorway, his hands trembling.
“You are my wife! You aren’t going anywhere!”
Me: “?”
I’m literally making room for your sweetheart!
Spring Without Rain
My father had many illegitimate daughters.
Some were brilliantly talented, some were gifted in song and dance, and others possessed breathtaking beauty.
He scoured the world for beauties, siring one little belle after another.
Among them all, his favorite was Xidai.
Consequently, she was the one I hated most.
“She is the most beautiful and has a timid nature. She’ll be the safest choice to accompany you when you marry into the Wang Family,”
Father said, “I am not being partial; I am doing this for your own good.”
But I thought to myself: his actions did not match his words.
The Definition of Being Loved
In our seventh year together, Liang Qiezhao was getting married into another family for business reasons.
The night we broke up, we were unusually calm. “I’ll move out as soon as possible,” I said.
“There’s no need for that.” The man sat hunched by the window, slowly and methodically clipping a cigar as he gave his instructions. “I’m transferring the title of this apartment to you. It’s closer to your office.” “Your old car is getting on in years and should be replaced. I’ve also left some money in your primary account.” “As for the future… if you run into any trouble and it’s inconvenient to contact me, you can call Secretary Qin.”
He spent a long time clipping that cigar. The cut was perfectly smooth, yet he kept his eyes down, inspecting it repeatedly. He didn’t light it, nor did he look up for a long time.
Behind him, clean, even snowflakes were drifting down. I suddenly remembered Christmas Eve that year. Regent Street was bustling with people under the Angel Lights, snow falling all around us.
Twenty-seven-year-old Liang Qiezhao had held my hand tightly. He held on until our palms were damp. And even then, he couldn’t bear to let go.
The People-Pleaser’s Heart
Chapter 0
Chu Huai, the Crown Prince of Beijing’s Elite Circle, confessed his love to my roommate.
A helicopter showered flower petals from the sky, stunning the entire school.
But my roommate was distressed. She asked me:
“But I only see him as a bro… What do you think? Should I say yes?”
I said:
“Say yes. He’s rich and handsome.”
She narrowed her eyes, and the next second, shoved me toward Chu Huai:
“A Huai, my roommate seems to really like you!”
I stumbled and fell at Chu Huai’s feet, a sharp pain shooting through my knees.
Chu Huai didn’t spare me a glance, only looking at my roommate.
His dark eyes were somber, a hint of pain in them:
“Are you a block of wood? How could I possibly like trash like that! You know who I like, don’t you!”
My roommate tilted her head, as if she didn’t understand.
Her beautiful eyes curved, full of innocence:
“Wow, you two are so perfect together! A Huai, I’m kind of shipping you two. Mom, Dad, your baby is here!”
Chu Huai clenched his teeth. For a moment, no one dared to breathe, and a deathly silence fell over the scene.
But I have a severe people-pleasing personality and never spoil the mood.
I said:
“Yes, yes, we’re so perfect together! Hubby, hubby, gogogo, our baby is born! Haha.”
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 Substitute’s Identity Revealed
During the poorest year of my life, I sold myself to Zhou Jinyan for three hundred thousand yuan to serve as a substitute for his White Moonlight.
His friends once egged me on to drink until I suffered a gastric hemorrhage.
They asked him, “Don’t you feel bad for her?”
He looked down, his tone indifferent. “She’s just a substitute.”
Later, to save his White Moonlight, Zhou Jinyan stood by and watched as I fell from a cliff into the sea.
The search and rescue team never found my body.
He suddenly went mad, searching the entire world for me.
Five years later, I was invited back to the country and ran into him at an event.
He stared at me intently, his eyes rimmed with red. “I knew you weren’t dead. I’ve been looking for you-”
I took a step back, offering a polite yet distant smile. “I’m sorry, who are you?”
The Unspoken Bond
My senior brother was both pitiful and broke.
His sect had been destroyed, his master captured, and his junior brothers and sisters were missing.
As for him, he carried a battered sword on his back and would go hungry for three days after every meal.
Even so, he still kept me by his side and bought me big steamed buns to eat.
“Once you remember your parents’ names, make sure you pay me back!”
“Mm-hmm!”
I prayed in secret that I must have been born into a wealthy family, so I could properly repay Senior Brother.
But before I could regain my memories, Senior Brother lost me again.
All he left behind was a bag of steamed buns and a letter.
[Dongze will execute my master at the Four Regions Assembly. I have to go save him.
[After I leave, eat the buns sparingly. You don’t have to pay me back anymore.]
I sobbed until my heart felt torn apart, clutching the letter as I chased after him.
But in my carelessness, I missed my footing, rolled down a hillside, and struck my head.
And then I remembered.
I was originally from Dongze.
And the Dongze Sect Leader who was going to execute Senior Brother’s master was none other than my father.
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.”