"Of course I know about that time in the U.S. when you 'heroically' saved me from those thugs. There’s no way such a coincidence could happen in this world." Feng Yaya stared at Lin Li. "Those thugs were hired by you, weren’t they?"
Lin Li’s face turned pale.
She actually knew.
"And all those so-called chance encounters afterward weren’t coincidences or fate either—they were all carefully orchestrated by you!"
"Lin Li, you never actually liked me. What you wanted was my family background. You lost your roots, so you thought marrying me would give you control over me and access to the Feng family’s wealth!"
Feng Yaya had seen right through him.
"No, that’s not true!" Lin Li instinctively denied it.
He knew he was at her mercy now. If she found out everything, she wouldn’t let him off the hook.
He grabbed her hand. "Yaya, these are all lies! I didn’t plan any of this!"
"Someone must have misled you." His face was deathly pale as he immediately shifted the blame to Lin Xuan.
"Yaya, was it Lin Xuan? Listen, Lin Xuan resents me for being favored in the Lin family. He’s been scheming against me—he must have fed you false information to turn you against me!"
Feng Yaya had always held a favorable opinion of Lin Xuan, and seeing Lin Li slander him like this infuriated her.
Her expression darkened as she kicked Lin Li to the ground.
Then she stepped on his face. "Lin Li, did you really think I’d be so easy to fool? I was blind before, which is why I believed you actually cared about me."
"Let me make this clear—I won’t be deceived by you again." Her plump face was devoid of any emotion.
Realizing he couldn’t talk his way out of this, Lin Li’s mind went blank.
He couldn’t go through those nightmares again.
He had to make her believe he truly loved her—it was his only chance.
"Fine, Yaya, I admit I deliberately approached you." Lin Li lay on the ground, struggling to speak with her foot pressing on his face. "But it was because I liked you. I fell in love with you at first sight and thought the hero act would make you notice me."
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan had his arm around Su Hua’s shoulders, watching the surveillance footage while enjoying the drama.
Su Hua, however, wasn’t interested in the spectacle. Instead, she occasionally picked up a piece of fruit and fed it to Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan sighed. "Hua Bao, this surveillance footage is more entertaining than any movie."
Su Hua’s eyes curved into a smile.
If there was one thing Lin Li was good for, it was amusing Lin Xuan.
Back in the basement—
Feng Yaya looked down at Lin Li with scorn. "If you really fell for me at first sight, then you should remember exactly when and where it happened. Tell me—where was I, what was I doing?"
Lin Li clenched his fists.
How the hell was he supposed to know that?
Damn it!
Since when had Feng Yaya become so sharp? She’d always been a fool before!
As he hesitated, Feng Yaya pressed her foot harder against his face.
"Can’t answer?" she mocked.
"Of course I remember!" Lin Li blurted. "It was three days before the thug incident. I saw you in the library, reading intently. I was browsing books too, and when I glanced at you, I couldn’t look away. After that, I asked around about you."
Feng Yaya let out a cold laugh. "Lin Li, did you not know? I hate studying. Before meeting you, I never once stepped into a library voluntarily."
Lin Li froze.
"But… you told me you loved reading in libraries!"
That was why he’d used it as part of his lie.
Feng Yaya burst into derisive laughter.
"I only pretended to be studious to impress you, Lin Li. I wanted you to think well of me!"
Lin Li’s fists trembled with rage.
Damn it!
She’d tricked him again!
"So, Lin Li, your so-called love at first sight was another lie. And let me tell you—I hate being lied to the most."
She lifted her foot from his face and crouched down, gripping his chin.
"Lin Li, you’re going to enjoy what comes next."
"No, no!" Lin Li was terrified now. He clutched her arm. "Yaya, I was wrong! I shouldn’t have deceived you. Do whatever you want to me—even though I don’t have that anymore, I can still… satisfy you."
"I can use my hands, or anything else you want."
"Just name it, and I’ll do it!"
His voice was desperate.
He couldn’t endure more torture.
He was broken.
"No need." Feng Yaya sneered. "I already have a man I love. I’m saving myself for him."
Su Hua’s hand, which had been feeding Lin Xuan, paused briefly before she calmly resumed, placing a piece of watermelon at his lips.
Lin Li’s eyes widened.
Their wedding was only three days away—how could she already be interested in someone else?
Damn it!
No wonder she wasn’t acting like her usual stupid self—she’d moved on!
No, she’d probably been seeing someone else even before calling off the wedding.
That’s why she’d broken it off so easily!
"Who is it?" Lin Li snarled through gritted teeth.
Lin Xuan suddenly had a very bad feeling.
"Hua Bao, this isn’t worth watching anymore. Let’s turn it off and go to bed."
He reached for the remote, but Su Hua’s slender fingers stopped him.
"Ah Xuan, don’t be in such a hurry." Her red lips curled. "I think things are about to get interesting."
"But—"
Before he could argue, she added, "Are you trying to hide something?"
Lin Xuan coughed lightly.
"I’ve done nothing wrong. Why would I be nervous?"
Aside from childhood, he and Feng Yaya had zero history.
He was just worried Su Hua might get jealous again.
Last time, just because Feng Yaya glanced at him a few times, Su Hua had dragged him to their villa for three straight days.
If Feng Yaya admitted she liked him now, Su Hua would never let him off.
The only silver lining right now was that Su Hua was on her period.
"If you’re not nervous, then let’s keep watching, okay?" Su Hua arched a delicate brow.
Her tone carried a subtle threat.
"Fine, let’s watch." Lin Xuan braced himself.
In this situation, how could he possibly refuse?
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
