Happy Ending
My Online Boyfriend Is Beijing’s Crown Prince
I started dating someone online.
He claimed he was the crown prince of Beijing’s elite.
I claimed I was the princess of Nancheng.
He said he was six foot two, had eight-pack abs, and measured seven inches where it counted.
I said I was a D cup with a body no woman could rival.
When we finally met, I stared at him in shock.
“Wait—the actual crown prince of Beijing’s elite dates online? You’re surprisingly down-to-earth.”
He looked even more stunned.
“Wait—not one thing you told me was true? You really can lie through your teeth.”
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.
Bound by a Lock of Hair
I married Prince Shu in my elder sister’s place, figuring that if he discovered the truth, the worst that could happen was a fight between us.
Little did I know that Prince Shu was not only blind, but also determined to pamper the “wife” he had brought home.
Now he is knocking outside my door. “Little Qiao, we have been married for half a month. May I sleep in the bed tonight?”
Er… How am I supposed to tell him that his bride is actually his male, cross-dressed nemesis?
Diary of a Professional Simp
I spent three years simping for Jiang An.
I cooked for him, did his laundry, and even wrote his elective-course assignments.
Then one day, someone asked him, ‘Jiang An, Lin Wanyue has been chasing after you for so long. Haven’t you ever felt anything for her?’
In the dim light, I heard him chuckle.
‘Huh? She’s just my housekeeper. Why would I fall for her?’
The whole room burst out laughing.
What none of them knew was that Jiang An paid me sixty thousand yuan a month.
The truth was… I really was the highly paid campus housekeeper he had hired.
Mountains Hide Nothing
Yan Yuan, a carefree stone spirit, has always known her master sees only another woman’s face in hers.
So when his long-lost love returns, she gladly walks away with Xu Bai—the immortal who has eaten every poison she ever made and loved her long before she understood what love meant.
But after one reckless dose of Truthwine and a deadly battle strip away every excuse, Yan Yuan must decide whose heart has truly been hers all along.
The Young Prince’s Favored Maid
Shi Wei is a lowly maid who wants nothing more than to finish her contract and leave Prince Jin’s Estate in peace.
Young Prince Jing Ting refuses to release the quiet woman who has taken hold of his heart, even when pride, rank, and an arranged marriage stand between them.
Forced into his household as a concubine, Shi Wei slowly discovers tenderness beneath his fierce possessiveness, while his gentle wife Tong Liu becomes an unexpected friend.
When motherhood finally gives Shi Wei the courage to voice every buried grievance, Jing Ting must learn that love requires more than protection—it also requires listening and change.
Like a Spring Breeze
Bai Qiqi once saved a woman from another time, only to watch that woman claim the achievements, husband, and son Qiqi had spent years protecting.
When her husband and six-year-old son dismiss her medicinal cooking and household work as worthless, Qiqi walks away from the Prince of Qi’s estate without looking back.
Inside the palace, her healing soups win the trust of the Empress Dowager and the imperial women, while the brilliant younger official Jiang Pu insists that the warmth he feels around her is love, not gratitude.
As Liu Yan’s reckless schemes endanger Qiqi’s child and shake the court, Qiqi must expose the men who steal women’s work—and decide whether she is ready to accept a gentler life of her own.
When the Abused Heroine Took the Male Lead’s Script
My mother’s new husband’s son called me a gold-digging freeloader, said my mother had seduced his father, and declared us both shameless sluts.
I cornered him against the wall and attacked his lips with my tongue.
“That’s right! My mom seduced your dad, and now I want to seduce you!”
The school heartthrob claimed I had a crush on him, mocked me for dreaming above my station, then photocopied my secret diary and scattered the pages all over campus.
I pasted his face over a photo of the hottest host at a male revue, then grabbed his ass in front of the entire school.
“Are you jealous because I didn’t book you last weekend?”
When my homeroom teacher said I was a troublemaker and threatened to punish me, I tied him up instead.
“When a student misbehaves, her teacher is to blame—so please accept your punishment, sir!”
What’s Wrong with Not Wanting to Work?
My cousin was so determined to stay with her bleached-blond bad boy that her parents locked her at home and refused to let her out.
I saw the light: all I had to do was fall for a blond, and I could become a shut-in with a perfectly legitimate excuse.
So I went home and told my stepbrother, “Wenzhou, I’ve fallen for a guy with blond hair.”
Jiang Wenzhou smiled and poured me a cup of hot water. “Was it cold out today? Drink this and warm up.”
Disappointed by his lack of reaction, I took a sip and stubbornly continued with my lines.
“Don’t look down on him. He’s not like other blonds—”
The next second, I lost consciousness.
When I woke again, a gleaming silver chain had appeared around my ankle.
Still as gentle as ever, Jiang Wenzhou stroked the chain.
“Tong Jia, you have no idea how awful men out there can be. Until you forget him, I’m not letting you leave this room.”
I froze for a moment, then resolutely lay back down.
“I’ll never forget him, even if it kills me!”
This Love Has Become a Memory
I spent seven years confined with the deposed crown prince, tasting poison for him and taking arrows meant for him.
Again and again, I barely escaped death.
Yet after he ascended the throne, he made his childhood sweetheart his empress.
I remained nothing more than a lowly palace maid.
Everyone knew he despised me.
But when I finally came of age and prepared to leave the palace, he seized my wrist and demanded, ‘Do you have a heart at all?’