Misunderstandings
Hibiscus
I disguised myself as a man and spent twelve years in the barracks as a no-good soldier-only to suddenly learn that I was the Prefect’s true daughter.
The impostor daughter clutched my sleeve, sobbing as she shook it.
“Sister, I know I stole the place that should have been yours. I only beg you not to take away the love Father, Mother, and our brothers have for me.”
What she didn’t know was that I had no interest in stealing her love.
All I wanted was to get my brothers-in-arms some military pay.
Yingying Finds Her Match
On my wedding night, Yuan Zhi called me a beautiful idiot and said she had no idea what Yuan Lang saw in me.
Ridiculous.
I was fair-skinned and lovely, clever and quick-witted.
That was jealousy talking!
After a night’s sleep, I was still indignant.
I shook Yuan Lang awake bright and early and whined about what she had said.
Yuan Lang watched me through narrowed eyes for a long while.
“Mm.
You certainly are.”
Princess’s Journey: The Floating Clouds
On the day of the poetry gathering, someone teased Pei Yi’an. “Brother Pei has already been plucked by Princess Zhaoyue, unlike the rest of us who are still solitary figures. I truly envy you.”
Pei Yi’an suddenly flared up in anger. “Princess Zhaoyue and I share nothing but the bond of teacher and student. There is no other possibility in this life. Do not speak such nonsense.”
My younger sister chuckled softly in my ear. “Sister, did you hear that? Young Master Pei has no feelings for you. Stop being so sentimental and making a fool of yourself.”
I put away the jade pendant I had intended to give to Pei Yi’an and replaced it with a poem.
Then, I gave my sister a sharp slap across the face. “I’ve heard exactly what you wanted me to hear, Sister. Thank you for the lesson.”
Later, when I sought out others to consult on my studies, Pei Yi’an took it upon himself to offer me his tutelage.
I looked into his eyes and said indifferently, “I’m afraid of the wagging tongues of others. I wouldn’t want you to tarnish my reputation, Teacher.”
A PO Novel Female Lead Meets a Clean Romance Male Lead
I am the female lead of a PO novel, thrown into a clean romance novel by the system to be reformed.
Hilarious. I walked straight up to the male lead and said, “Hey, wanna kiss?” The male lead threw me in jail, claiming I had sexually harassed him.
Later on, he became even more unhinged than the male lead of a PO novel.
Don’t Mess with the Action Faction
My brother went on a trip with a few friends.
Mom told me to video-call him and check in.
The call connected, and the screen filled with a man’s bare upper body, his pecs on full display.
He rubbed his hair with a towel and said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world,
“Your brother’s taking a shower in the room next door. His charging cable broke, so his phone’s charging over here with me.”
I stared at the image on the screen, unable to snap out of it for a long moment.
Then that fair, handsome face suddenly leaned closer to the camera, a wicked smile curving his lips.
“Am I that good-looking? Want to see for yourself in person sometime?”
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?”
After I Became the Villainess, My Aloof Junior Sister Doted on Me
I transmigrated into a cultivation novel as its vicious supporting woman.
The system told me that if I kept courting death, I could die and go home once my true colors were exposed.
So I devoted myself to making trouble for the heroine.
I seduced the senior brother she loved, poisoned her medicine, and deliberately injured myself in a secret realm so I could accuse her of attacking me…
At last, the day of judgment arrived.
Senior Brother produced the evidence and tore away my hypocritical mask.
The elders sentenced me to endure forty-nine bolts of heavenly lightning, have my immortal bones stripped away, and be cast down as a mortal.
I was overjoyed. My exit scene had finally come.
Then I heard the heroine say, “Senior Sister didn’t mean it.”
I whipped around in shock.
Her cheeks were faintly pink, almost as if she were shy.
“Senior Sister only did all that because she loves me too much.”
“It was her way of testing me.”
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.
On the Day of Our Divorce, His Last Letter Arrived
On the final day of the divorce cooling-off period, I waited for Yuan Shiyu at the Civil Affairs Bureau for three hours.
The person who eventually arrived wasn’t him; instead, it was a hospital representative delivering a critical condition notice and a last letter.
Everyone thought he had finally agreed to let me go. Only I knew that the first sentence of that letter read: Wantang, I’m sorry, I really can’t make it this time.
What to Do If My Husband Loses His Memory on Our Divorce Day?
The man who had been sleeping in a separate room from me for the past six months was standing there with a pillow in his arms when I blocked him at the top of the stairs.
“The two of us together aren’t even fifty yet. We’re at the age when we should be all over each other. Is sleeping in separate rooms normal?”
He frowned at me, staring so hard that cold sweat prickled down my spine.
At last, he nodded. “Mm. It isn’t very normal.” Emboldened, I snatched the pillow out of his arms and grumbled, “You never used to be like this.”
“What did I use to be like?”
“You used to hold me every night when we slept, and before bed you’d call me your little baby.”
“…Did I?”
“You did!”
Look at me. Do these look like the eyes of a liar?