In my previous life, at the moment when the Human Traffickers rushed over, I saved my brother Zhou Junning and was taken away myself.
Fifteen years later, my biological parents found me.
Yet I never enjoyed a single day of my family’s love, and was repeatedly framed and harmed by the fake heiress.
Zhou Junning always held Jingjing’s hand, looking at me…
Flirting with the Zhuangyuan, only to be caught by the Eldest Son.
He grabbed me and apologized to the other party: “My lack of discipline, please forgive us.”
That night, I was punished by the family rules, trembling with fear.
His scholarly face remained indifferent: “Still want to flirt? Concubine.”
On the day of my Coming-of-Age Ceremony, the snow was heavy, and he said he wanted to break off the engagement.
I asked him if he had thought it through.
He did not answer, his gaze shifting to the space behind me.
My Concubine Sister’s face turned pale under his gaze.
And he, his eyes and brows were filled with lingering affection.
I was imprisoned by The Pe*vert.
Every day, in this enormous house, he would cling to me, hugging and holding me, demanding kisses at random times, and even begging me to sleep with him.
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Such a depraved life lasted for a full six months.
One day, six months later, there was a torrential rain in Sui City.
The Pe*vert came back from…
In the first year after my divorce, I announced my retirement from the scene.
Everyone said I had gone mad after being abandoned by Lu Xiao.
Until one day, a Wish Blogger’s video shot to the top of the trending searches.
My video was split into seven episodes.
Those were the last fragments of my life, flashing by like a carousel.
The title…
Because he was poor, Zhou Jinyan never mentioned marriage.
Until that day, I saw him casually open a bottle of wine-worth my entire year’s salary.
So it turns out, the life of luxury and extravagance was the real Zhou Jinyan.
His friend asked, “Aren’t you tired of pretending to be poor for five years? When are you going to stop?”
Zhou Jinyan…
After I died, my Childhood Friend found a woman who looked very much like me, kept her in the house where I used to live, and showered her with the most extreme affection.
You think this is a substitute trope?
No, he said he wanted to use this body to resurrect me.
But I’m just a short-lived, book-transmigrated White Moonlight, while she is the Female…
Discovering my husband’s affair was a trivial matter.
At a dinner with friends, he, who had always been aloof, suddenly took the initiative to serve food to everyone at the table.
Later.
I heard him softly reciting a line from Roman Holiday in the study.
“In order to shake your hand, I shook hands with everyone.”
Ha!
When I was a child, I fought with wild dogs for food. On the verge of starvation, someone shared half a steamed bun with me.
To repay his kindness, I disguised myself as a boy and stayed by his side as a servant.
This man was once the most noble Crown Prince of the dynasty.
One day, he fell from grace, reduced to ruin, and was humiliated and trampled by…
In 2012, I took over an extremely tricky case.
The defendant in this case had consecutively been convicted of serious crimes twice, with no mitigating circumstances and absolutely no room for Defense.
Just when I was at my wit’s end, I realized this was exactly his intention.
He had orchestrated an unprecedented Open Scheme.