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The Fate-Bound Marriage Contract
On the eve of my wedding, my future mother-in-law forced me to press my bloodied handprint onto the paper. She told me the Shen Family wasn’t marrying me for love, but because my fate could save her son.
What she didn’t know was that the way to break that Marriage Contract had been left to me by my grandmother herself.
The Female Profligate
I was Shangjing’s most notorious female wastrel.
To rein me in, my parents somehow had a sudden stroke of genius and betrothed me to the legitimate eldest son of a fallen noble family.
He was taciturn and dull, as stiff and old-fashioned as a lecturer from the National Academy.
So, in front of my pack of disreputable friends, I swore:
“I, Yao Yao, would rather die alone-would rather jump from here-than ever marry Xie Jinghong!”
Half a year later.
The same group of friends.
They imitated me:
“I, Yao Yao~ would rather die alone~ would rather jump from here~ than ever marry Xie Jinghong~”
I recalled the flush at the corners of that man’s eyes, his breaths scented faintly of plum blossoms, his body like white jade suffused with dawn light.
After swallowing softly a few times, I slapped the table and shot to my feet.
“I’ve discovered that all of you take things way too seriously. I’m done talking to you-my husband is calling me home for dinner.”
The Female Protagonist Plans to Kill the Male Protagonist Again
My husband is someone who transmigrated into a novel.
What a coincidence. So am I.
He said, “I’m the protagonist of a male-oriented webnovel, so what I’ve gathered isn’t a harem, but various factions.”
I said, “I’m the protagonist of a female-oriented webnovel, so all those various factions of yours love me but can never have me.”
He said I was joking.
I burst out laughing. “You caught me. I was joking. The truth is, they’ve already had me.”
The Femme Fatale
I was abducted as a child, but because I had fair skin and a pretty face,
I was carefully trained into a temptress made to ensnare wealthy young masters.
That night, in the most extravagant luxury suite in Macau,
Zhao Rongzheng lay there, languid and sated, his gaze falling on me as I wept like a flower in the rain.
“Stop crying. I’ll pay off your brother’s debt for him. From now on, you stay with me.”
I took the money, coaxed him with sweet words, and then vanished without a trace.
Five years later, news that the Seventh Young Master of the Zhao Family was divorcing his wife to marry a widow shook all of Hong Kong.
Zhao Rongzheng, now the man in power over the Zhao Family, personally stepped forward to handle this sordid scandal.
Seated high above me, he looked down at my meek, submissive, pitifully vulnerable appearance.
“What is it? Does every man in the Zhao Family have to fall into your hands at least once?”
The Fifth Prince Doesn’t Want to Be a Substitute Anymore!
Chapter 0
I was the most beautiful woman in the capital, but because I was a little slow by nature, no one dared to marry me.
The Fifth Prince pined after my legitimate elder sister to no avail, then gave up on himself and married me as her stand-in.
He mocked himself, saying, “A fool and a cripple. I suppose we really are a perfect match.”
Very generously, I comforted him. “From now on, I’ll be my elder sister’s stand-in, and you’ll be the Crown Prince’s stand-in. We can still live our lives just fine.”
At the homecoming banquet, I watched the Crown Prince and my elder sister exchange tender looks.
The Fifth Prince’s expression was terrible, and my heart ached bitterly too.
Everyone else laughed at us, calling us a lovesick man and a resentful woman.
After we returned home, the Fifth Prince wrapped his robes tightly around himself and sneered, “Don’t even think about touching a single finger of mine tonight!”
I obediently lay down beside him and repented.
Sigh. It was my fault. I had stared at the Crown Prince for too long.
I was half-asleep when the Fifth Prince suddenly shoved me.
Furious, he snapped, “Shen Yufu! Are you really that honest?! I told you not to touch me, so you actually didn’t touch me?”
I said honestly, “All right, then you pretend to be the Crown Prince, and I’ll pretend to be my elder sister.”
The Fifth Prince bit my lip, forcing me to shut up.
I thought to myself, Didn’t we agree to be each other’s stand-ins? Why is he angry again?
The Fifth Prince’s heart is truly hard to figure out.
The Final Wish Diaries
In the first year after my divorce, I announced my retirement from the scene.
Everyone said I had gone mad after being abandoned by Lu Xiao.
Until one day, a Wish Blogger’s video shot to the top of the trending searches.
My video was split into seven episodes.
Those were the last fragments of my life, flashing by like a carousel.
The title of the first episode was:
[By the time you see this video, I will already be gone.]
The First Law
After Lin Min, a prodigy from Tsinghua University, dies in an accident, her soul takes over the body of Sun Shuyi, a bullied high school senior.
Faced with terrible grades, indifferent classmates, and a family in pieces, she relies on the elite abilities she once possessed to fight her way back to first place.
In this new body, she also begins, little by little, to repair Sun Shuyi’s life. As academic competitions, the college entrance exam, and the truth behind an old case draw ever closer, she must find her own rules for coming in first amid revenge, growth, and the chance to live all over again.
The Frog Princess
In the Fifth Year of Taiyuan, at the Start of Summer, a princess died in the Beiliang Royal Palace.
And a toad.
Anping was that unfortunate princess.
And I was that unfortunate toad.
Fortunately, since her death, I have become her.
The Game of Gods
In the wake of a violent storm, a beautiful woman suddenly appeared out of thin air on the Deck of a deep-sea fishing vessel manned entirely by men. When the ship finally returned to shore, only a single madman remained on board.
The General Above
I woke up in my arch-rival’s bed.
His clothes were in disarray, his body was covered in red marks, and his eyes were clouded with the lingering haze of intimacy.
Shocked and enraged, I pointed at him and yelled, “Traitorous Chancellor, how dare you defile me-”
“This Chancellor has fulfilled every custom from the three letters to the six rites. Why would I not dare?” he countered calmly.
“Nonsense!” My eyes widened. “When did I ever marry you?”
“Not long ago,” he said, his long eyes narrowing as he looked at me, “while you were suffering from amnesia.”