Hidden Identity
My Beastman Husband Is a Little Crazy
It had been three months since I completed my mission and logged off.
The System tracked me down, looking frantic and disheveled. “You have to go back! Your husband has lost his mind!”
I calmly continued washing my cat. “Oh, please. He was never normal to begin with.”
“He’s in the black market right now, trying to sell your son!”
I cursed under my breath and slammed the teleport button.
A moment later, I found two White Tigers-one large, one small-huddled in a corner of the black market.
The large one was covered in blood. Next to his paw sat a small sign. It read in bold letters: SELLING SON EARLY TO FUND FATHER’S FUNERAL.
The Lactation Specialist
I am a lactation consultant, specifically catering to wealthy socialites.
To gain my clients’ trust, I intentionally pretend to be blind.
I never expected that one day, when I arrived for a home visit, I would discover that my client had become a corpse.
And her husband was currently discussing how to dispose of her with another woman.
An Arrow to Congratulate the Newlyweds
At Yuchi Wei’s wedding, I once fired an arrow that pierced through the bride’s red veil, killing her on the spot.
I did it because that woman was a spy.
In the aftermath, Yuchi Wei was moved to tears of gratitude. He promoted me to be his personal lieutenant.
Because of that proximity, he eventually discovered my secret-that I was a woman disguised as a man.
Five years later, on our wedding night, he walked into the room carrying a funerary urn he had cherished for years.
“I want you to experience the same thing I did back then,” he said. “To taste the bitterest pain at the moment of your greatest joy.”
Only then did I realize he had deeply loved that spy all along, and his heart had never changed.
He gouged out my eyes and crippled my hands so that I could never fire an arrow again.
Amidst a world of bloody light, I set the house ablaze, dragging him down to death with me.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of Yuchi Wei’s wedding.
“General, do you think the woman who just stepped out of the bridal sedan could be that spy?” my subordinate whispered.
I stopped him, my expression indifferent.
“We are only here today to offer our congratulations. We will not discuss official business.”