Jealousy
Jealous Husband and Resentful Ghost
On the day of the Flower-Viewing Banquet,
I accidentally spent a night of passion with Second Young Master Yan.
Forced to abandon my previous engagement, I was hastily married into Prince Yan’s Mansion.
I had thought such a noble household would be impossible to survive in.
Who would have guessed that after the wedding, my mother-in-law would be kind, my husband easy to coax, and my children sensible?
Aside from taking medicine, I never suffered any real hardship.
Comfortably and contentedly, I lived to the age of seventy-five.
On my deathbed, as I looked back on the past, I could not help but take Yan Zhao’s hand.
“In this life, you and I came together by a twist of fate, but it turned out rather well.”
“If there is a next life, would you be willing to be with me again…”
To my surprise, Yan Zhao’s face suddenly went cold.
“Shen Yao, if we could live this life over, you would still want to have an illicit affair with me without so much as a matchmaker?”
“What do you take me for? It is not as if I cannot live without you!”
Seriously?
We already had children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, yet he was still this resentful?
He should have said so sooner.
Then the husband I had known since childhood, the one who was supposed to marry into my family, would not have ended up leaving alone after I broke off the marriage.
He would not have died so young in a distant land.
Thinking of Rong Zhen, I grew even more melancholy.
There had been three perfectly good people. How had I ended up the only one to live a happy, peaceful life?
My eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the Flower-Viewing Banquet.
Boiling Cool Water
I found a chat log on Sheng Jing’s phone.
He had sent his female assistant a video of me helping Jiu Jiu with her homework and losing my temper.
“This is why I’d rather work overtime at the office than come home.”
The young assistant replied with a “poor you, sending hugs” sticker. “Manager Sheng, you have it so hard.
Work is exhausting enough, and then you have to deal with all that when you get home.”
Rise and Fall in the Inner Residence
Everyone envied me for being born into the splendor of the Prime Minister’s Mansion.
But in the Prime Minister’s Mansion, there were four daughters like me.
The beauty I took such pride in was hardly worth mentioning before my eldest sister’s effortless grace.
The schemes I had painstakingly built were no match for Fourth Sister, who could overturn the clouds and summon the rain with the slightest lift of her hand.
I watched in satisfaction as my eldest sister entered the palace as an imperial consort, only to be promised by my father, in the blink of an eye, to a boorish man who had nothing but an empty noble title.
Only then did I understand.
From the day my eldest sister entered the palace, my marriage had become nothing more than a stepping stone to support her.
The poisoned, honeyed words of the women in the inner residence, and the impatience and contempt in my husband’s eyes.
Every single day reminded me of my failure.
But I refused to admit defeat.
If blood ties could not be severed, then I would bow even lower.
As long as the bloodline of the Kong Clan remained, I could still stir this dead game back to life.
Let Her Land
In the third year of my relationship with Tan Zongmin, I caught him meeting the woman his family had arranged for him to marry.
The moment he saw me, he froze.
Noticing his distraction, she followed his gaze and asked curiously, “What are you looking at?”
Tan Zongmin looked away and replied flatly, “Nothing.”
I breathed a sigh of relief and played along with our unspoken understanding, pretending not to know him.
That morning, I’d received an email confirming that my resignation had been approved.
I’d been wondering how to break up with Tan Zongmin gracefully.
The Jasmine of My Heart
On my wedding day, a certain "ex-boyfriend" sent me a message.
"Do you know what you did wrong?
"If you do, we can get back together."
I stared blankly at my phone, then at the contact name on the chat: "8/12-Six-Pack, Great Dresser, Terrible Drinker."
I sank into thought.
"?"
When I did not reply for a long time, he sent another question mark.
"I'm getting married today."
After some thought, I decided it was best to be direct.
"How far along are you?" he replied at once.
"I've already changed into my reception dress," I answered honestly.
"It's time to go make the rounds and toast the guests."
A deep, mellow male voice sounded beside my ear.
With it came his scent-a cool, distant trace of bamboo mingled with the sea.
It was Lu Yuzhi, the man I had married.
"Okay."
I gave him a stiff smile and locked my phone the instant I heard his voice.
What I did not know was when he had come up behind me-or how much he had seen.
Lu Yuzhi and I were joined by a business marriage, not love.
Even so, no one would be happy to see their new spouse talking to someone of the opposite sex saved as "8/12-Six-Pack, Great Dresser, Terrible Drinker" on their wedding day.
After Getting Injured from Sex, the Doctor on Duty Turns Out to Be My Ex
I booked an appointment with a specialist for pain during sex, only to discover that the intern sitting behind the kindly old doctor was my longtime crush.
The professor turned around to quiz him.
“He, what usually causes pain during intercourse?”
He Shiyu looked past his silver-haired mentor and stared straight at me.
After a long silence, he answered in a voice cold enough to splinter ice, each word striking like a blow.
“Rough movements.”
“A lack of restraint.”
“Excessive frequency.”
“Mechanical injury.”
The professor nodded in satisfaction and continued, “And what information should we ask this patient for now?”
He Shiyu thought for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice slipped out of control, trembling with accusation.
“Meng Yin, these past two months… who exactly have you been with?”
Who Kissed Me in the Dark?
After a blackout leaves Qin Shuyi with swollen lips and three female roommates as suspects, her search for the mystery kisser forces her to confront a tangle of hidden crushes—and the girl who has loved her all along.
The Jealous Crown Prince
I am the most unwanted true heiress in the capital.
My mother took one look at the rough, simple-minded girl who had grown up on the frontier and acted as though she wanted nothing to do with me.
She gave me a purse of silver and coldly sent me away. “Consider it your dowry.”
I was about to leave with my head hanging when my elder brother and half-sister stopped me.
My brother saw that I was beautiful and wanted to use me to win over powerful men.
My half-sister thought I was a fool and wanted to keep me as the maid who washed her feet.
My mother burst into tears and tried desperately to drive me away.
That was when I realized she had never refused to acknowledge me—she was afraid she could not protect me.
The servants tried to hold me there by force.
In the struggle, a jade pendant fell from my sleeve.
My half-sister’s face changed the instant she saw it. “Where did you steal this?”
I answered honestly, “A gentleman with an eye condition gave it to me after I saved his life.”
Battle of the Yanderes
Cheng Xi once mistook Yan Jin’s possessiveness for devotion, but his attention fades until she can hear the impatient thoughts he hides behind a perfect smile.
Just as their relationship fractures, Qin Zheng—the dangerously obsessive first love she never truly forgot—returns from abroad determined to reclaim her.
Caught between a boyfriend who realizes too late what he has lost and an ex learning that love cannot be a cage, Cheng Xi must decide which kind of devotion she actually wants.
Falling for My Rival Roommate
I fell in love with my rival—and my roommate.
The good news: she was a woman.
The bad news: she was straight.
On the surface, Pei Ruoqing and I couldn’t stand each other.
In secret, I was practically begging, “Big Sister, slap me.”
We stayed tangled up like that until our five-year college reunion.
After the reunion, I used my drunkenness as an excuse to climb into her car.
When I saw that our old class president was still hopelessly in love with her, I deliberately picked a fight.
She shot back coldly, “He likes me.
Does that really make you so jealous?”
Before I could answer, an out-of-control truck came hurtling toward us.
I threw myself over her without thinking—and died protecting her.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on freshman move-in day, staring straight at Pei Ruoqing as she pushed open our dorm-room door.