When Xu Lisheng woke up, she found himself transformed into the female supporting character　　of the same name in a book . 　　In the novel, she was bewitched by her brother and sent to the villain CEO to be his secretary. 　　In fact, she was a commercial spy. After being caught, she was thrown into prison and ended up in a miserable state. 　　It was the middle of the night when Xu Lisheng came through. 　　She was holding the company's latest plan and was caught on the spot by President Huo Chuan. 　　Li Sheng wanted to cry but had no tears: "Although you may not believe it, I have actually been secretly in love with you for a long time, so I wanted to write a love letter and put it here... 　　I also know that my behavior is wrong, and I shouldn't have any improper thoughts about you! I'm leaving right now and will hand in my resignation tomorrow! 　　Who knew Huo Chuan would not play by the rules at all and sat down next to her: "Write." 　　Li Sheng thought he was going to submit a resignation letter, so he quickly wrote one and handed it to him respectfully. 　　I thought I could exit smoothly, but I didn't expect Huo Chuan to frown and send back the resignation report: 　　"I asked you to write a love letter." 　　Li Sheng: "..." 　　I stumbled over it and bit the tip of the pen as I wrote five hundred words for him. 　　Huo Chuan: "It's very emotional and well-written. I agree." 　　Li Sheng: ???

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?

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.

Wei Ying lost her memory, but at least she still had a husband who seemed perfect in every way. Xie Lin was tall, handsome, and decisive in public-yet behind closed doors, he was gentle, attentive, and full of charm, even more alluring than the men described in romantic tales. Later, when her memories returned, she slapped him across the face in front of everyone. After they separated, Wei Ying thought that would be the end of it-he would go back to being the untouchable noble heir, and she would return home to live freely and happily. She never expected him to keep pursuing her. One moment, he stood at the hunting grounds, dazzling in his fine clothes and commanding presence; the next, he avoided the crowd, bent his tall frame before her, and took her hand to press it against his cheek. Like a proud yet easily tamed beast, he said softly, almost pleading, "Hit me." - Xie Lin had been scolded by Wei Ying countless times. At first, he thought it was because she despised him. Later, he realized she didn't only scold him when she was angry. She did it when she was being affectionate too-sometimes even when she was feeling good. The worst part was that he enjoyed it. - Notes: 1. A proud young noble who willingly becomes a lovesick fool × a spoiled, straightforward girl who's an expert at "training" her man. 2. Heavy on romance, with a long teasing and flirtation phase, lighthearted and drama-free. 3. The male lead doesn't enjoy being scolded-he just loves the female lead, so he enjoys everything she does, even when she's bossy or sulky. 4. The story shows both perspectives: not only the heroine's feelings but also the male lead's lovestruck, head-over-heels point of view.

Yun Ling was a humble little palace maid. She had a secret: she knew that the Sixth Prince, currently confined to the Cold Palace, was destined to be the future Crown Prince. To avoid misfortune, she volunteered to take care of him in the Cold Palace. The Sixth Prince, Xie Jue, was cruel, ruthless, and possessed a violent temper. He was suspicious and guarded towards her, constantly mocking and threatening her. But no matter how he treated her, she remained by his side, diligently serving him without complaint. "What do you want?" he asked coldly. Yun Ling gently coaxed, "I only wish for Your Highness's well-being. Your Highness's wishes are also my wishes." Xie Jue scoffed, "A lowly person, using sweet words to deceive." Yun Ling didn't mind and continued to care for him with utmost devotion and consideration. When he ascended to the East Palace, becoming the heir apparent, second only to the Emperor, she used his influence to escape her own misfortune and seek revenge. Then, she vanished without a trace in a blaze of fire. - Zezhou, thousands of miles away from the capital. Yun Ling worked as a female tutor, teaching court etiquette to the daughter of a minor official. Hearing that a carefree Prince had arrived from the capital, she feared being recognized and wrote a letter to resign. But she was informed that the Prince was merely passing through and had already left, and she was asked to continue teaching. A young servant led Yun Ling to the courtyard. As she pushed open the door, a blizzard swept in, covering the standing man with a blanket of silver. His face was cold and stern, radiating an aura of frost. He approached her step by step, "For three whole years, I've finally found you." "I'll make you my Crown Princess. Don't run away again, or I really will strangle you." __ Her sweet words were all to coax him; once you start coaxing, you must continue. ML:mad-dog temper, hopelessly in love, unhinged. FL: resilient, and strategic.

Qi Cunxin was only a fire-tending maid in the Eastern Ling residence. Day after day, she crouched by the smoky stove, her face and hands covered in ash. Life was dull, money was always tight, and the little copper coins she earned never seemed enough. To survive, she secretly worked outside, washing clothes for courtesans at the pleasure house. It was exhausting work, but it gave her a few extra coins to hide away. Then one day, her life changed. In the back courtyard of the flower house, she saw him. A beautiful young man locked in an iron cage. His face was pale, his breath weak, his life hanging by a thread. The madam who had bought him already despised him, calling him useless and a waste of money. Qi Cunxin was sitting on a stool, scrubbing clothes. When she lifted her head, her eyes met his. His gaze was so bright and beautiful that she forgot to breathe. That day, she emptied the little silver she had saved for so long. She bought him, and carried him back to the residence. From then on, he became hers. He was quiet, gentle, always following her like a shadow. He smiled sweetly, clung to her with every step, and looked at her as though she was his entire world. More than that, he was impossibly handsome. Qi Cunxin swore that one day, when she was free, she would marry him. But she never guessed the truth. Xie Miao once thought the most exciting thing in life was watching people's final struggles before death, or stepping on them with power. Until he met her. For the first time, he wanted to pretend: to act pure and flawless, like snow in spring or willows in the wind. At first, it was just a game: to toy with her innocent heart. Yet in the end, the one who was captured... was him. --- ML: Cold and ruthless in public, but in private a spoiled, clingy and obedient. (Obsessed and possessive) FL: Kind and adorable.

A royal decree for marriage forces Qiao Heng to marry a stranger she's never met. The Qiao family has long shunned the imperial court, their noble family remaining humble. As the daughter of the Qiao family, Qiao Heng learned the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting at age five, mastered household management and accounting at twelve, and, at fifteen, distinguished herself with her gentle, graceful features. However, at sixteen, her family suffered a tragedy, and the once-proud daughter fell into a quagmire, becoming the target of intense scrutiny. When the marriage certificate was delivered, the eunuch who delivered it offered her a sympathetic look: "The man the emperor specifically named for you to marry is a renowned figure in Kyoto." Faced with despair, Qiao Heng accepted the order for the sake of her family's future.

Zhong Yang, as a little unlucky in the entertainment industry whose scandals are more popular than her works, originally planned to use money to terminate the contract in exchange for freedom, but unexpectedly, she accidentally provoked Pei Yunzheng, a powerful boss in the imperial capital. Zhong Yang was terrified, thinking that he was going to ban her, take her away, humiliate her, persecute her, and even... well, she didn't need to worry. This cold Pei not only invited her to dinner, gave her a place to live, helped her clean up, and sent her resources... but he was also a pure love brain!

When you are fighting for the freedom of your people, falling in love with your enemy is not a great idea. Or is it? Ayla has to defend her castle and her people all on her own, with nobody to help her but a dark warrior she hates with all her heart.