Modern Day
The Younger Man I’m Not Supposed to Love
At thirty-five, I experienced a cliff-drop divorce.
In truth, it wasn’t entirely without warning.
I am a police officer and Liang Xu is a prosecutor; in the eyes of others, we were a match made in heaven.
Late one night, Liang Xu turned off the light, climbed into bed, and spoke slowly.
“I feel like my life right now is nothing more than a pool of stagnant water.”
After that, he changed careers to become a lawyer, specializing in litigation for the wealthy.
We changed houses, and we changed cars.
The day our son started elementary school, he asked me for a divorce.
“Even though we have sex once a week, it feels like a routine chore.
“Perhaps you should try someone else, too.”
And I really did.
But then Liang Xu lost control of his emotions, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me violently.
“You’re a cop and he’s a crook! Can you please wake up?!”
With a swift counter-move, I pinned his arm behind his back.
“I got used to drinking lukewarm water, so now I want to taste some strong liquor. He’s rich, handsome, and young-what could he possibly want from me other than myself?”
The Earth Master Girl: Battle Against Shadowy Corpses
The media reported that Hong Kong’s Richest Man had proposed to me. His eight girlfriends couldn’t sit still after hearing the news and sent people to kidnap me.
I said helplessly, “Have any of you ever seen someone propose by kneeling on both knees?”
Hong Kong’s Richest Man personally stepped forward to debunk the rumors.
“You can insult me, but you cannot humiliate Master Qiao like this.”
Love is a Lie He Told
The day before our wedding, I accidentally stumbled upon a chat log between him and one of his old buddies.
“I’ve never met anyone so easy to fool.”
“She’s from a single-parent household, you know? She’s starved for affection.”
“So, even if I treat her just a tiny bit well, she comes crawling back to lick my boots.”
…
Honestly, I once believed he was the one who rescued me from the mire I was sinking in. As it turns out, he was just playing me for a fool the entire time.
I thought I had found love, but all my sincerity had been thrown to the dogs.
Soul-Whip 9: Five Ghosts Transporting Wealth
At a construction site, five coffins were dug up-four with something inside, one empty. Strange things kept happening at the site.
In less than three days, two workers had already been sent to the hospital.
Someone had asked me to go there and haul the coffins away.
But the expert the site had hired kept blocking me at every turn, refusing to let me move them.
With a dark, sinister look, he told me: “These five coffins can’t be moved by anyone within seven days. Whoever moves them will be the one buried inside.”
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.
The Definition of Being Loved
In our seventh year together, Liang Qiezhao was getting married into another family for business reasons.
The night we broke up, we were unusually calm. “I’ll move out as soon as possible,” I said.
“There’s no need for that.” The man sat hunched by the window, slowly and methodically clipping a cigar as he gave his instructions. “I’m transferring the title of this apartment to you. It’s closer to your office.” “Your old car is getting on in years and should be replaced. I’ve also left some money in your primary account.” “As for the future… if you run into any trouble and it’s inconvenient to contact me, you can call Secretary Qin.”
He spent a long time clipping that cigar. The cut was perfectly smooth, yet he kept his eyes down, inspecting it repeatedly. He didn’t light it, nor did he look up for a long time.
Behind him, clean, even snowflakes were drifting down. I suddenly remembered Christmas Eve that year. Regent Street was bustling with people under the Angel Lights, snow falling all around us.
Twenty-seven-year-old Liang Qiezhao had held my hand tightly. He held on until our palms were damp. And even then, he couldn’t bear to let go.
My Husband, The Intern’s Lover
During an online meeting, the new intern accidentally turned on her camera.
Just as I was about to remind her, her boyfriend appeared on screen.
Oh, isn’t that my husband who’s been away on a business trip for a week?
Waiting for Your Gaze
On the day we got divorced, Song Zhiyuan and I nearly came to blows right there in the Civil Affairs Bureau. When the clerk asked for the reason behind the split, he had the audacity to claim he had seven girlfriends on the side. I laughed out of sheer frustration. Seven girlfriends? So you really don’t get a single day off all week, huh? I shot him a sideways glare. “Working seven days a week without a break-can your body even handle that?” Song Zhiyuan sneered. “You’re not my wife anymore. It’s none of your business whether I can handle it or not.” Beside us, the clerk actually gave him a thumbs-up. “A real man. Impressive!”
Soul-Whip 11: Life-Soul Seizing Art
On the day the Ghost Gate Opens, those of us who drove long-haul trucks knew better than to travel at night.
But that night, I was driving alone down the road to an old public cemetery.
Halfway there, I pulled into a gas station.
After the attendant finished filling my tank, he seemed to work up every ounce of courage he had before asking in a trembling voice, “Sir… why is your windshield covered in little kids’ handprints?”
I shook my head at him.
I knew it wasn’t just the windshield.
By then, my entire truck was already crawling with them.