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Tired of Spring Light
After our entire household was seized, My Lady became pregnant with our enemy’s child.
“What does a mere blood feud over a murdered father amount to?”
Faced with my disbelieving question, she gently stroked her swollen belly.
Her face was full of happiness.
After I Quit Showbiz, They Became Fans of My Alt Accounts
I was a male celebrity drowning in scandals.
Online, people said I had schemed my way to the top. They said my private life was filthy and promiscuous.
My family said I was jealous of the adopted son they had taken in, that I had racked my brains trying to ruin him.
My friends said I was two-faced and treacherous, not someone worth getting close to.
Even my fiancé believed I could never compare to my younger brother, who was generous, graceful, kind, and innocent.
If that was how it was, then I would leave your world behind.
I was never meant to be defined or controlled by anyone.
The Empress Hated Me for a Lifetime
The day she died, a heavy snowfall blanketed the capital, sealing the city gates.
When the eunuch came to report the news, I was drinking in Noble Consort Liu’s palace.
I simply said, “Understood.”
It wasn’t until that cup of plum blossom wine-the one meant for our reconciliation-seared through my chest that I finally understood.
She had waited ten years, but she was never waiting for me to have a change of heart. She was waiting for me to die with her.
Winter in the Northern City
On the day of Zhou Huaian’s engagement, a reporter held up a microphone and asked for my thoughts.
He was a man of high standing, a true blue-blood from the Imperial Wall Base in Jingcheng.
During the eight years I spent with him, no one ever approved of us.
Every time his mother saw me, she referred to me as nothing more than an “actress.”
His circle of friends would advise him behind my back, “She’s just a minor star. It’s fine to keep her around for fun.”
And Zhou Huaian? He would toy with his lighter and joke, “What are you worried about? It’s not like I’d ever marry her.”
I looked into the camera and said slowly, “Though we aren’t close, this is good news. I wish him a happy engagement.”
The video went viral online. Zhou Huaian boarded his private jet and flew through the night from Jingcheng to Shanghai.
Soothing the Emperor’s Heart
After Pei Xingzhi had Li Pin beaten to death with rods for the sake of the Noble Consort,
I was ill for three months.
When I recovered, it was as if I had become a different person.
I no longer racked my brains to win his favor, no longer grew jealous over which concubine’s palace he would dine in that day. I became cautious, careful, and obedient to the rules.
When Pei Xingzhi summoned me again to attend his bed,
word came from Changchun Palace that the Noble Consort was having a nightmare and wanted him to keep her company.
In the moment of hesitation before he could decide, I had already fetched his cloak for him and fastened it in place, speaking softly:
“The roads are slippery in the snow, Your Majesty. Please watch your step.”
Pei Xingzhi suddenly seized my hand, his voice slightly hoarse. “You’re not going to ask me to stay?”
I smiled gently. “I would not dare sway Your Majesty’s will.”
After all, every time I tried to keep him before,
he had never stayed.
Mother’s Death List
While sorting through my mother’s belongings, I found a crumpled notebook tucked under her pillow.
Four words were scrawled unevenly across the title page: “The Kill List.”
The first name on the list was the obstetrician who had delivered me.
The date noted beside it was the day I was born.
The second name was my father’s.
The date was the day he died in a mining accident.
The third name belonged to a stranger.
The date noted was yesterday.
The police told me that this person really did die yesterday, but my mother was buried over a month ago.
Vicious Canary Relies on Bullet Comment Spoilers to Turn the Tables
I was He Xingxiao’s kept canary. In bed, I slacked off with a terrible attitude.
After a while, I’d start whining that it hurt, that I was tired.
But when it came to shopping, I could speed-walk for miles, spending his money like my life depended on it.
Then one day, I saw a row of floating comments: [The vicious supporting female character’s good days are almost over. The beloved, universally adored heroine is about to meet the male lead.]
[She’ll scheme against the heroine again and again, and the male lead will gradually grow disgusted with her.]
[The male lead hasn’t even dumped her yet, but she’ll run off with his money and a fake rich heir. In the end, that fake rich heir will steal all her savings, harvest her kidney, and she’ll die miserably in a rental apartment.]
[She deserves it! Only a kind, non-materialistic good girl like the heroine deserves a tycoon’s love!]
I did not want to lose this job that paid three hundred thousand a month.
From then on, I stopped slacking.
In bed, I performed like I’d been injected with pure adrenaline, refusing to leave even the tiniest opening for the heroine.
He Xingxiao looked at me with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.
“Are you trying to make me die in bed so you can inherit everything I own?”
Guo Guo
I was born only five minutes before my little sister.
Yet she was prettier than me, fairer than me, smarter than me.
The only thing I had ever beaten her at was being healthy.
I could roll around in the mud throwing a tantrum and still not get sick.
My sister, though, was allergic to pollen in spring, mosquito bites in summer, and cold air in autumn and winter.
When I was nine, all I did was pet a stray cat.
My sister said she felt so awful she could not breathe.
That day, Mom beat me half to death.
With red-rimmed eyes, she asked me, “Were you trying to kill your sister?”
“If she dies, you’ll be the only child in this family!”
So later, Mom sent me to live in a nursing home.
She said it very seriously: “This way, your sister will be the only child in the family.”
The Deaf and Mute Little Dog
I ended up sleeping with the deaf-mute college boy my husband and I had been sponsoring.
While my husband brought his secretary home and took her to bed, I was in the next room, tangled up endlessly with the boy he had sponsored.
He bit his lip, trying to hold back, his face flushed, his eyes hazy.
He typed on his phone and played it aloud through text-to-speech: “Stop! Please don’t touch me there!”
Neither of us expected the volume to be so loud that my husband in the next room heard it.
The Uncle Who Wasn’t Family
I went to the hospital and burst into tears in Uncle Tang’s arms—only for Mom to catch us.
I tried to run, but he caught my wrist. “We’re not even related by blood. What are you afraid of?”