Female Protagonist
Hard to Part, Hard to Wed
Jiang Yerao is young, beautiful, naïve, and proud. Even though she knows Ruan Pingshan is only willing to give her money and affection, not an official place by his side, she stays with him because she likes him too much. While enjoying the sweetness of being spoiled, she is also stung by the realities of class differences, marriage, and her own self-respect. Little by little, she realizes that being nothing more than a pampered canary can never truly put her at his side.
With the encouragement of her friends and the push of her career, Jiang Yerao goes from relying on Ruan Pingshan to running her own buyer’s boutique. She learns how to judge people’s intentions, protect herself, and rethink both love and independence. Meanwhile, through her transformation, Ruan Pingshan gradually lets go of his fear of marriage and family relationships and begins to face his own feelings. The two of them pull against each other, misunderstand each other, and test each other along the way, until in the end, they choose each other in a more equal and open-hearted way.
Has My Beloved Consort Cooked Today?
My father wanted me to enter the palace in my elder sister’s place, so I packed my valuables that very night and ran away.
I left the capital and traveled south toward Jiangnan through the turn of winter and spring.
Thin snow and frost-laced woods followed me most of the way, but by the time I reached Jiangnan, the grass was lush and orioles filled the air.
Drunk on the spring scenery, I spent my days roaming mountains and rivers to my heart’s content.
One day, I was crouched beside a food stall with shining eyes, waiting for a braised pork knuckle to come out of the pot, when hurried footsteps erupted behind me.
A hand seized my ear and hauled upward until I had no choice but to rise with my face twisted in pain.
My father strode out from among the servants with a mocking smile. “Yin Chuchu, agree to enter the palace for your sister, and I can overlook your running away this time.”
The emperor had ordered the Yin family to send a maiden to the imperial selection, and by custom, my eldest sister should have gone.
But she had been sickly since childhood, and Father and his concubine could not bear to send her into that man-eating palace, so they set their sights on me instead.
My own mother had died giving birth to me, and as the unsupported second daughter of the Yin household, I was someone they could squeeze however they pleased.
Was my sister made of flesh and blood while I was not?
I lowered my head, gripping the silver hairpin I had bought at the night market the evening before. “And if I refuse?”
His wrinkles bunched into a hideous mask as he laughed. “Where could you possibly hide? Unless you die, I will turn over every inch of earth to find you.”
Understanding dawned across my face, and I dipped into a graceful bow. “Thank you for granting my wish, Father.”
Then, before his stunned eyes, I drove the silver hairpin into myself.
The early-spring wind slipped cold fingers beneath my clothes as I lay on the ground, regretting only that fragrant bowl of pork knuckle.
If it had finished cooking a little sooner, perhaps I could have eaten myself to death instead.
This was the seventh time I had died, and frankly, I was tired of it.
Hating the Bright Moon
I was born cold-blooded.
When my mother died, I stood by her bedside without shedding a single tear.
In the front courtyard, lanterns and streamers were being hung to celebrate my father’s concubine’s birthday.
“Yuntan,” my mother said, “you are just like your father.”
A dying person always carries a certain air of decay.
She stared up at the canopy of her bed and sighed again.
“It is better to be like him… the heartless… always live longer…”
“Do not be like me, trapped in the word ‘love’ for a lifetime. It was a mistake…”
My mother was a loser her entire life.
I never expected that years later, the most reputable and upright gentleman in the capital, Xie Yijue, the Heir to Duke Zhenguo, would come to my door to ask for my hand in marriage.
He had one condition: He wanted to take my younger half-sister, Ji Zhi, into his household alongside me.
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[Warning: Romance develops later in the story. See details in the text]
He and His White Moonlight
The day my interview results came out, I came across a post: “How lethal can a white moonlight really be?”
The top-voted answer had only been posted a little while ago.
“I’ll tell my own story. He had a crush on me in high school, and we ran into each other a few days ago while I was job hunting.”
“Even if I’m not as capable as the others, he’ll still make me the one-in-ten-thousand choice.”
Attached was a graduation photo of them at eighteen.
The girl wore a white dress, her slim back quiet and well-behaved.
The boy had his head turned, looking at her intently, his profile clean and… familiar.
My phone trembled faintly. It was the message rejecting me after the interview.
Only then did I understand. She was Xie Qingyue’s white moonlight-and what she had killed was my future.
I would rather be a tree waiting for spring than a bird that turns back.
I could allow my feelings to fall apart completely.
But my future, my freedom, my life-none of them could afford the slightest mistake.
He and the Time Machine
I was never smart, but the neighbor’s son was a once-in-a-century genius.
I spent day after day hunched over my desk doing practice problems before I finally got into a Project 985 university. He skipped class and dated the prettiest girl in school, yet the top universities fought over him.
I practically lived in the library, studying from morning to night, only to miss out on a guaranteed graduate school spot by one rank. He flipped through his books right before the exam and easily took first place in the entire department.
Whenever my parents scolded me, they would twist my ear and say, “Look at Little Lin! You’re both human, so how are you so much stupider than him?”
…
I spent the first half of my life living in his shadow. The moment I graduated, I couldn’t wait to leave home and run away from it all.
For three whole years, no matter how hysterical my parents got over the phone, I never went back.
On New Year’s Eve of the fourth year, I was carrying shopping bags back to my rented apartment when I saw him at the door.
His thin frame leaned against the wall, and he asked softly,
“Why won’t you go home?”
I didn’t answer.
The light in his eyes dimmed. Then he said, “Come back. Your parents miss you so much… and so do I.”
He Loved Me After I Was Gone
The Emperor’s beloved Noble Consort, his one true love, was dead.
His one true love?
It was almost laughable.
And yet, the rumor had spread throughout all of Dayan.
Heart Revealed
He Qiong was hailed as the strongest Demon King the demon realm had seen in a thousand years, and every demon expected him to lead them in an assault on the Nine Heavens.
Unfortunately, before that grand ambition could be realized, a beautiful young phoenix lured him into the Celestial Emperor’s ambush and his soul was destroyed.
I fought desperately to seize one fragment of his soul, then hid across the mortal realm like a hunted dog and nourished him with my heart’s blood for five hundred years until I finally brought him back.
Surely hardship revealed true devotion, and after everything I had sacrificed to save him, He Qiong would finally understand who truly loved him and who deserved to stand at his side.
I thought his return would begin a tale of the Demon King bathing the Nine Heavens in blood, but instead it became a tortured romance between him and the Goddess of the Nine Heavens-the little phoenix who had stabbed him in the back a thousand years ago killed herself for love afterward, and the moment he learned the truth, he forgave every betrayal.
Fine, they could keep their tragic, undying love; I knew when I had lost, and I wanted no part of it.
But the love belonged to them while the suffering belonged to me, because just before I left, He Qiong held the phoenix’s last soul fragment and said, “Du Nan, your heart’s blood brought me back after five hundred years, so you can bring her back too, can’t you?”
Heartbroken, but a Little Older
Jiang Yu broke up with me again.
This time, I planned to do what I did when he first dumped me at eighteen-go clear my head by the river.
But the wind off the water was freezing, so I decided to just head back. On the way home, I passed a barbecue stall. I thought I’d be like my twenty-year-old self, too heartbroken to swallow a single bite.
Instead, I found that the owner’s grilling skills were actually top-notch.
When I finally made it home, I intended to write him one of those long, pleading essays for a reconciliation, just like I did when we went through our routine breakups at twenty-two, twenty-three, and twenty-four.
But then my boss told me I had to go on a business trip. After nearly a month of being busy, I was practically entering a second honeymoon phase with my career in a neighboring city.
Jiang Yu finally couldn’t hold out any longer and called me. “Why haven’t you come to apologize yet?” Only then did I realize I’d forgotten something. Going through a breakup when you’re a little older is truly a hassle.
I could only ask him tentatively: “I’m so sorry, really. I’ve been so busy lately that I forgot to write the essay.” “How about… we just stay broken up?”
Her 1107 Substitute
My wife and I were a couple of influencers with over a million followers.
After she passed away, the account stopped updating.
Until one day, a stranger sent me a private message.
“I look a lot like her.
“I can be her double.”