Sypnosis: જ⁀➴ Gu Yueyue wakes up and realizes she's just a stand-in wife in a retro romance novel. Her new husband, the story's cold villain, only married her because she resembled the heroine. In the original plot, once the stand-in discovers the truth, she causes drama and ends up discarded, while the villain meets a bad end. But Gu Yueyue, now self-aware, decides: if she's a stand-in, she'll outshine the original. She puts on a school uniform, smile bright. "Like this? Getting the vibe?" The villain: *gulp* Heart racing. She swaps to a red slip dress, hair damp, heels tapping. "What about now? Am I your white moonlight?" The villain, trembling: "No." "Then why are you holding me?" Later, she asks, "Didn't you say I'm cuter than your white moonlight?" He offers her a black dress. "Try this one?" She rolls her eyes. "Scram." Gu Yueyue: "The male lead's chasing his wife in the crematorium arc. Want to try it too?" Villain: "Screw that plot. You're mine. I won't let anyone near my wife."

The story takes place in ancient China. The day my elder sister was appointed Crown Princess, I volunteered to marry the sickly General Wei Shuhan. All of the capital laughed, saying I was picking up the trash my sister didn't want. On our wedding night, I smiled lightly at my coughing, blood-stained groom. "General, do you know you've been poisoned by three strange toxins?" When he gripped my throat, I spoke even more shocking words: "I wish to make a deal with you-wipe out my family for me, and I'll cure your poison and extend your life." By the flickering candlelight, his eyes turned crimson. "And if I refuse?" I brushed my hand across his chest. "Then the general will have no choice but to enter the underworld as a virgin." Later, when the poison flared up, he pressed me against the medicine vat, his burning breath brushing my ear. "The third poison... could it be a love curse?"

they both are facing problems... both have their own difficulties... she is poor with worse family but struggling to stand out... he is Loner... with mental illness... can't speak properly... can't walk properly.... no one like to be friend with him... people avoid him like dirty disaster... when she approach him with kind heart his heart fill with doubts of human nature, human behavior, human heart ... then heartache... pain .. self mockery .... He : will you always stay with me ? She : I will... He clasped her waist fiercely " Think again ... because I'm not going to let you leave me if you agree today.." and bite her ear and he felt her body shudder..

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

After she transmigrated as a tycoons wife her thoughts are heard by his family. Wondering if he is sick or if it's real he intends to keep her and understand all that she is saying and why it is real

One morning, Lu Yunchu found herself transmigrated into a novel and became a vicious supporting female character infatuated with the male protagonist. She intended to drug and forcefully have her way with the male protagonist, but due to a series of misunderstandings, she ended up scheming against the male protagonist's frail younger brother. In the end, she had no choice but to marry him. This secondary male character in the book was merely a plot device, created solely to prevent the development of the relationship between the male and female protagonists. The book only briefly describes him: unable to speak, difficulty swallowing food, covered in injuries. After the female supporting character marries the male supporting character, she directed all her resentment towards him, wishing to kill him. With these thoughts in mind, Lu Yunchu kicked open the tightly closed door. Wen Zhan had just finished vomiting and, out of fear of making Lu Yunchu disgusted, deliberately latched the door. When he saw her kick the door open and enter, his face turned pale and he crawled into the darkness in a sorry state. Lu Yunchu slowly approached him, and when he was trembling to the point of convulsions, she spoke gently, "Are you done vomiting? I made some vegetable porridge. Would you like a bowl?" [Content Warning] A redemption story where the male protagonist suffers greatly. The female protagonist is not OP either.

Jin was a normal guy , who liked to play video games, was killed by his girlfriend and stepbrother for his grandmas land deed. To be reborn in ancient times in china as the eldest son of the grand duke family, but was mistreated by the family as they were more devoted to the adopted son. Resulting in him being killed and reborn him his place. Not to mention he finds out his marriage to the emperor's daughter was revoked and was exiled out of the capital into a once prosperous and populated city to be a ruined, desolate and abandoned one, after the war . Leading to nobody wanting it as the land was badly damaged and unsuitable to farm on. But for Jin who has taken over the guys body with the same name to not feel depressed, but extremely happy.

Title: I Transmigrated as the Villainous Mother-in-Law and Slapped My Sons Awake Synopsis: Jiang Wanning transmigrated into a novel, straight into the role of the infamous villainous mother-in-law. In the book, she was the scumbag male lead's mother, the wicked mother-in-law of a noble family who helps a so-called 'white lotus' concubine torment the true heroine and ruined her own family's reputation. ...Not on her watch. Rolling up her sleeves, Jiang Wanning decided to do what readers could only dream of... slap sense into her sons. When her eldest wanted to marry that white-lotus concubine -Slap! The eldest son froze. "Mother... you hit me?!" Jiang Wanning: "You favor your concubine and destroy your wife? I'll slap you awake!" When her second left his pregnant wife to save a junior sister-Slap! The second son gaped. "Mother?!" Jiang Wanning: "Who told you to play hero when your wife is at home? I'll slap you awake!" When her youngest proudly introduced his battlefield savior-Slap! The youngest son was dumbfounded. "Mother?!" Jiang Wanning: "Even a savior can be mistaken. You're blind! I'll slap you awake!" ----- By the time the Marquis found himself holding a divorce letter in the dead of night, he was completely baffled. "I have no concubines, no junior sisters, and no saviors... Then why is Madam still divorcing me?!"

As Crown Princess, Wen Tingwan was the palace's laughingstock. People whispered that she was so obsessed with the Crown Prince that she bartered away a priceless heirloom just to marry him, humiliating herself with endless foolishness yet never once winning his affection. But one day, after falling into the water and waking up, she realized something: she no longer loved him. Looking back, her former devotion seemed absurd. So what if he never spared her a glance? So what if he never summoned her? Wasn't tending flowers, sipping tea, and enjoying the moonlight far sweeter? That same day, Crown Prince Jing Zhan awoke to a startling change his mind was filled with nothing but Wen Tingwan. He had despised her, yet now every smile and frown of hers seemed unbearably charming. Very well, perhaps he should indulge her a little. Except-why was she suddenly avoiding him as though he were poison? When he finally ordered her to his bedchamber, she sent word back: she was unwell. Enraged, he stormed to her quarters, seized her hand, and asked tenderly, "My love, where does it hurt? Shall I call the physician?" Wen Tingwan: ...Call him to treat your head. Go away! Months later, the love-swapping spell that bound them was undone. Jing Zhan thought she would cling to him again. Instead, she only smiled calmly: "Your Highness, rest assured. I will never trouble you again." For the first time in his life, panic struck. Even without the spell, he could not let her go. Servants soon saw the once-proud Crown Prince pinning his wife against a wall, his voice trembling with desperation: "Wen Tingwan, what must I do for you to forgive me?" Note: 1. Entire story is "chasing wife to the crematorium" trope. 2. At first, the Crown Prince's feelings were manipulated, but he was still a scoundrel. Later, he falls for her genuinely. 3. The spell only swapped their feelings for each other, not their personalities, intelligence, or memories.

Jiang Qingyao wakes up one day to find herself transmigrated as the legitimate daughter of the magistrate of Fuyang County. As his daughter grows more and more beautiful with each passing day, suitors come knocking nonstop, leaving the county magistrate troubled. It turns out that his superior has hinted that the girl should be sent into the palace. Unwilling to let her waste her youth in palace intrigues, the magistrate thinks hard and hastily settles her engagement with the scholarly boy next door. After all, he watched the child grow up. His character is decent, and it is far better than being locked away in the palace. After marriage, Shen Guan is attentive in every way. Except for one strange obsession: everything must come in pairs. Not only that, he insists on constantly clinging to and holding her close. Fortunately, Shen Guan still has to study for the imperial exams. Qingyao often uses this as an excuse to make him spend more time in the study and less time in the bedroom, leaving her free to lounge around and sleep in until late morning. But sometimes, before he goes off to the academy: "I want the osmanthus cake from the end of East Street," she says. The young man lowers his eyes, answering softly, "Alright." Her eyes gleam with mischief. "And also the crispy roast duck from West Street, the wontons from South Street, and the-" Shen Guan frowns. "Jiang. Qing. Yao." His handsome brows clearly disapprove. She protests pitifully, "But you promised me last night." Last night... Indeed, he had been rather rough with her. A flush creeps up the back of his ears. At last, he relents. "Fine. I'll bring them back for you tonight." - Until one day, Jiang Qingyao stumbles upon a thick stack of letters she once wrote to her cousin, a broken kite from when she was ten, even a small piece of clothing she had lost long ago-hidden away in Shen Guan's study. Qingyao falls silent. Uh... is my husband a yandere?