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After the Neighbor Borrowed My Life
Over the weekend, while I was out grocery shopping, someone shoved a red envelope into my hand.
Inside was a note: [Three years of your life have been borrowed. If you pass this on or drop it in a merit box, your entire family will perish.]
Clutching the 900 yuan, I chuckled and chased after the person.
“Are you sure you want to try life‑borrowing from me?”
She shot me a glare, barked “Psychopath!” and spun around to bolt.
I couldn’t help but smile. To think someone actually had the nerve to try life‑borrowing from one of the Living Dead.
After My Boyfriend Got Rich
When I first started dating Xie Mingchen, he had absolutely nothing to his name.
My friends all told me not to be a fool. They said that with my looks and background, I could find any wealthy man I wanted; there was no need to suffer alongside him.
Now that he’s become the high-flying President Xie, a darling of the venture capital world, those same people say I only won out because I made my move early.
They claim that with his current status, surrounded by women of every shape and beauty, I wouldn’t even stand a chance otherwise.
Even my mother has switched sides. She keeps telling me to lower my guard and learn how to act vulnerable. She warns me not to spend all these years with him only to end up with nothing.
I couldn’t help but snap back, “If he doesn’t bring up marriage, am I supposed to beg him for it?”
“That stubborn streak of yours is going to be your downfall!” My mother sighed, frustrated by my lack of initiative. “What else are you going to do if you don’t play along? Are you really going to let someone else enjoy the shade of the tree you planted yourself?”
I didn’t want to argue; I just felt wronged.
Why was it that in this long-drawn-out relationship, I was the one who did the hoping and the one who felt the disappointment? And now, I was still the one expected to drop hints and nudge him into finally taking action.
Moon Warning
At 3:00 AM, an official emergency alert jolted you awake. The message read: “Do not look up at the moon.”
At the same time, you discovered that your phone had received hundreds of messages from unknown numbers: “The night is so beautiful. Look out the window.”
I Treat the Horror World as an Otome Game
I fell into a world of Strange Tales, but I thought I was playing a romance otome game.
At the stroke of midnight, the cobweb-covered landline rang. A raspy, eerie voice drifted through the receiver.
“You watched that videotape, didn’t you? In seven days… I will come for you…”
Me:
“Why seven days? Are you just not going to contact me at all during that time? Is this the silent treatment?
“And you’re only messaging me at midnight? Ah, I get it. You probably just finished spending time with someone else, and now your conscience is pricking you, so you’ve come to check on me.
“What’s the point of just calling? If you actually cared about me, you’d be by my side constantly. I absolutely hate long-distance relationships!”
Strange Tale: “Uh… I’ll come sooner, then.”
The other participants struggling to survive: “? No, wait, man! He said he’d take our lives in seven days-why the hell is he starting his shift early?”
After My Lover Changed His Heart, I Jumped Off the Building
After my husband cheated on me, I jumped. I threw myself off the twenty-eighth floor.
The wind howled past my ears as I closed my eyes. I had already done the math. Each floor in our complex was three meters high, making the twenty-eighth floor eighty-one meters up. From the moment I leaped until I hit the ground, I would have roughly four seconds.
Minutes earlier, my final conversation with Bai Yan had ended in disaster. I had screamed and ranted hysterically; I had begged and pleaded like a dog wagging its tail for scraps; I had even cursed him with the most vicious words and venomous language in existence. By the final moment, both of us were utterly drained. I sat on the edge of the balcony with my eyes rimmed red and my legs dangling in the air, asking him weakly, “Are you really set on this divorce?”
He looked at me calmly. The first time I had threatened suicide, he had been frantic with panic, but now his face held nothing but exhaustion. He asked me, “Are you quite finished making a scene?”
I said quietly, “If you leave today, I’m jumping.”
He gave me one long, deep look before turning to walk away. The door slammed shut with a deafening bang, and then I heard the sound of him waiting for the elevator.
My Fanfiction About My Straight Roommate Came True?
By day, my straight roommate and I are sworn enemies.
By night, I secretly write slash fanfiction about the two of us.
[He slowly closed his eyes, his soft lips pressing against mine…]
That very night, in my dreams, we reenacted the exact scene from my story.
Later, I discovered that whatever I wrote, I would dream about that night.
I became addicted to it, losing myself in the fantasies until there was no turning back.
Still, I always made sure to maintain a sense of propriety, never daring to go too far or truly offend him.
Until one day, I finally plucked up the courage to reach out and touch my roommate in the dream.
The next morning, the look in his eyes when he turned to me was dark and unreadable.
“What’s the point of just dreaming?” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward him.
It turned out that I wasn’t the only one; he had been having those dreams too.
Vengeance Across Time
July 14, 2018. My flight was delayed due to weather, and I didn’t land until three in the morning.
As soon as I turned on my phone, I received a call from my senior. He told me to get to Baoshan Hospital immediately. Now!
I asked him what was wrong, telling him to explain himself first.
“Xiaoyu,” he said. “Something happened to Xiaoyu.”
My ears began to ring, and a splitting headache took hold.
That day was the third anniversary of my relationship with Qiu Xiaoyu. If the plane hadn’t been delayed, I would have proposed at midnight.
At four-thirty in the morning, I saw her at the hospital.
She was covered with a white sheet. Her exposed skin was deathly pale, and when I took her hand, it was cold and stiff.
It didn’t feel like Xiaoyu’s hand at all.
But the autopsy report stated it clearly: Qiu Xiaoyu had died in a car accident at 6:10 PM at the intersection of Qinghe Road and Wenshuo Road.
“It was a truck. The driver was exhausted and didn’t slow down before… Li Tong!” My senior suddenly grabbed my hand tightly.
My hand was just about to lift the white cloth covering Xiaoyu’s face.
“Let go,” I said.
“Li Tong, it’s better… if you don’t look.”
Choking back a sob, I repeated, “Let go.”
He stopped blocking me.
I slowly pulled back the sheet.
She was still beautiful, her features soft, just like when she tried to sleep in every morning.
Only, there seemed to be a wound on her neck.
And that wound extended downward. It grew deeper and larger, until her entire body…
Was completely destroyed.
I collapsed to my knees.
It felt as if a knife had been driven through my heart. My eyes stung, but there were no tears, and I couldn’t make a single sound.
“Did you forget our anniversary? You have to make it up to me tomorrow.”
I knew it was an auditory hallucination; those were the words from the WeChat message Xiaoyu had sent me.
The final WeChat message of her life.
Our entire story had somehow ended on such an unremarkable sentence…
Suddenly, my throat tightened, and I retched, vomiting up mouthfuls of bile.
Earth Master Girl: The Search for the Sun-Returning Herb
I am the sole Earth Master successor. While leading a group of elderly wealthy businessmen to Xiangxi to treat their corpse poison, we were kidnapped and dragged deep into the mountains.
The villagers forced us to work the fields, but they had no idea that after the sun went down, the things that came for us weren’t human at all.
One Thousand and Three Nights
My virginity was sold by my family to a seventy-year-old tycoon for the steep price of one million yuan.
The price was fair, all things considered. After all, I wasn’t just selling my virtue; I was selling my life.
On our wedding night, the old man squeezed my throat and asked, “Do you have any final wishes?”
To stay alive, I told him three stories.
And then, I made a prophecy.
“You will die within my third story.”
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.