A Frail Female Lead Who Often Faints and Falls Ill, with an Extremely Worried Male Lead 女主很虚弱，经常晕倒生病，男主特别着急的

1. 51 清 Quiet Joy 清欢 Nine Bells九铃Modern Romance281k WordsCompleted [Devoted, domineering CEO hero × sweet, adorable, unreasonable genius heroine] [Happy ending, forced love, sweet romance] Fu Linchuan has loved He Qinghuan for ten years, but she doesn't love him. If she won't love him, then he'll keep her by his side until she does! Fu Linchuan: “Qinghuan, I love you. Did you know that?” He Qinghuan: “I know.” 479Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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   The female lead not only frequently faints, but also suffers from schizophrenia. She's always been pampered and cared for by the male lead.

2. 52 替 After Becoming the North American Tycoon's Substitute Bride, the Qipao Beauty Is Spoiled Rotten 替嫁北美大佬后，旗袍美人被娇宠 A Scroll of Yang Cai一卷阳菜Modern Romance340k WordsCompleted [Marriage first, love later + older man/younger woman + both leads' first love] Delicate beauty in a qipao × North American mixed-race tycoon Su Jinghao is a frail beauty whom doctors have said won't live past twenty-five. Her scumbag father, driven by profit, forces her to take her stepsister's place and marry Yan Hui Adams, a top North American tycoon. Rumor has it that this mixed-race mogul is violent, ruthless, cold-blooded, and cruel beyond measure. Everyone is waiting to laugh at Su Jingha 15.9kReads8.7Score2.1kShelves

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   As the two walked down the stairs side by side, Yan Hui suddenly spoke up: "Wearing this, you look even more like someone from a Chinese painting." Su Jinghao tilted her head: "What kind of person?" "The gentle, tender type." He paused, "Looks quiet, but not easy to mess with." Su Jinghao's ears burned under his gaze, but she still spoke first: "Not suitable?" "Suitable." Yan Hui put away his phone, his voice lowered, "Very beautiful." He was too blunt, and Su Jinghao's fingertips curled slightly. "From childhood to adulthood," she said, holding onto the stairs, her voice not loud, "Su Wanqing is more like the Su family's daughter. She has people who love her, people who pamper her, and people who coax her when she throws a tantrum. I'm more like someone who's been temporarily remembered." Yan Hui didn't respond to the word "temporarily," he only said calmly, "Not anymore." The next second, the list was snatched away by a hand. Yan Hui didn't even look at it closely, he simply raised his hand to the side and threw it into the wastebasket not far away. When the paper fell in, the restaurant was so quiet that even breathing became soft. Eileen visibly startled: "Sir?" Yan Hui looked up, his grey-blue eyes devoid of warmth: "From now on, don't bring things like this to her." Eileen whispered, "The manor has always..." "I said, no need." Yan Hui's tone was calm, yet it silenced the entire dining room. "She doesn't need rules here; her habits are the manor's rules." Yan Hui strode in, his long legs exuding an imposing aura. The sandalwood prayer beads pressed heavily against his wrist, his grey-blue eyes sweeping over the mess on the floor before settling on Su Jinghao's pale face. The first thing Yan Hui saw upon entering was Su Jinghao. Yan Hui was amused by her, but his breathing became even heavier. "You're practically suffocating yourself, and you're still thinking about that bouquet of flowers?" Su Jinghao didn't answer, her forehead unconsciously resting against his chest. This gesture almost carried a hint of dependence. Yan Hui paused, his hand tightening around her waist, his thumb pressing against her side through her fabric, clearly feeling the incredibly slender waistline. He suddenly felt a little annoyed. He was annoyed by Tang Jing, but even more annoyed by the Su family. Despite being so ill, she dared to stand alone and argue with people, refusing to call for help even when her pager was broken. She held on until he entered, her first thought being to clarify the evidence and logic point by point, as if as long as she was standing, she would settle accounts even if the sky fell. He didn't know why she was so tolerant. He also didn't know if she had always been like this, never speaking of her pain, never complaining when wronged, only showing a hint of vulnerability when she couldn't hold on any longer. "Su Jinghao," Yan Hui lowered his head, his hand supporting the back of her neck, his voice low, "Aren't you a little too confident in yourself?" Su Jinghao's vision was already blurry, and she couldn't hear clearly, only feeling his chest was very steady, his heartbeat steady, one beat after another. It was as if someone had finally shielded her from the outside wind. Her tense shoulders slowly relaxed, but her fingertips suddenly tightened, unconsciously gripping the crumpled patch of Yan Hui's suit jacket. The next second, she completely collapsed. Yan Hui's brow twitched, and he immediately pulled her into a tight embrace. The girl in his arms was almost too light, her face buried against his chest, her dark hair brushing against his chin, her breathing shallow, her slender white fingers still clutching his collar tightly, as if she had finally given in and was instinctively grabbing onto something. The tense atmosphere that had filled the reception room suddenly dissipated. Yan Hui looked down at the hand gripping his collar, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, the coldness in his eyes gradually fading, leaving only a touch of helpless tenderness. Su Jinghao's ears burned from his touch, but she couldn't say anything, and could only let him do as he pleased. In that instant, the sleeve of her nightgown slipped down a little, revealing an even more slender wrist and a worn wooden bracelet. Yan Hui stopped. The bracelet wasn't particularly eye-catching; the wooden beads were old, the edges smoothed and shiny from her handling, clearly worn for many years. But as the light fell from above, the wood grain spread out in concentric circles, strangely similar to the sandalwood prayer beads on his wrist. One was dark in color, the other light. Yet the texture, the oiliness, even the fine swirls on the beads' surface, all seemed to have grown from the same piece of old wood. Su Jinghao noticed his gaze, glanced down, and almost instinctively pulled her hand under the covers. Before she could pull it back, Yan Hui had already grasped her wrist. His palm was large, and with a gentle squeeze, it encircled her slender white wrist bone. His thumb brushed against the old wooden bead, slowly stroking it, the warm touch making her heart skip a beat. "Where did this bracelet come from?" He asked. His voice was low, devoid of emotion. Su Jinghao, held by him, didn't know whether to move or not, so she honestly answered, "My grandmother gave it to me." Yan Hui looked up at her. "Your mother's keepsake?" "Yes," she said softly, "I've always worn it." Yan Hui didn't speak. The sandalwood prayer beads still hung on his wrist, very close to the old wooden bracelet on her hand, one dark and one light, like two old stories that shouldn't have met, suddenly colliding. Su Jinghao felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, her throat tightening: "What's wrong?" Yan Hui seemed to only then come to his senses, releasing his fingers from her wrist, "What's different?" "You're my wife." These words were spoken lightly. But even his anger seemed to be standing up for her, clumsy to the point of being domineering, yet it was hard not to feel sorry for him. "Who let you run out alone?" His voice was deep and cold, but his hand didn't loosen, still holding her icy wrist. Su Jinghao was wrapped up tightly, gently struggling: "I'm not a child." "Your body temperature right now isn't much better than an ice cube." Su Jinghao looked down at the black card, her voice softening: "You'll spoil me like this." "Then I'll spoil you." Yan Hui leaned back in his chair, his tone indifferent, "Anyway, it won't spoil me." "Her preferences are the standard." Yan Hui said. Yan Hui didn't release her immediately, his fingertip lightly twirling her wrist: "Call me if you need anything." "You can hear me from halfway through the venue?" "Try it." Su Jinghao couldn't help but glance at him, withdraw her hand, and turn to leave. Yan Hui's tone was indifferent, devoid of anger, which was even more intimidating: "She's my wife. Tonight you made her stand here surrounded by people questioning her, treated like a spectacle, and now you want to talk to me about making amends?" "Contact the legal department and investment banks." Yan Hui reached out and gently gathered the shawl that had slipped off Su Jinghao's shoulder, his movements as natural as if he were in his own living room, "Acquire it." The boss looked up sharply. Only then did Yan Hui turn to Su Jinghao, his tone softening instantly, as if he were a different person, "Since you like these things, this auction house will be registered under your name from now on, just a casual art gallery." Su Jinghao was stunned. She looked up at him, her eyelashes fluttering slightly. "You mean... The whole house?" "Yes." Yan Hui looked at her. "There's enough space; hanging your embroidery won't feel cramped." "It's not that I'm afraid." She tilted her head to look at him, a hint of shock still lingering in her eyes. "It's just the first time I've known someone could pamper someone like this." Yan Hui moved closer, pulling up the collar of her coat for her, his fingers brushing against the gemstone on her collarbone. "You'll get used to it." "Su Jinghao." He looked down at her, his eyes filled with undisguised aggression. "You don't need to be so calculating with me. You're my wife, and your grandmother is my grandmother. It's only right that I spend some money on her care." They were so close that Su Jinghao could see the shadows of his eyelashes in his deep-set eyes and feel his warm breath brush against her nose as he spoke. Her ears began to burn, but she forced herself to remain calm: "What about Su Wanqing?" "Her?" Yan Hui chuckled, a cold glint in his eyes. "She's probably having a headache right now, wondering why all the top luxury brands have blacklisted her, why all those high-society circles she painstakingly squeezed into were kicked out overnight." He suddenly raised his hand and pulled her beige cashmere cardigan tighter. His fingertips brushed against her pale neck, the burning heat making Su Jinghao's shoulder stiffen abruptly. "It's windy." Yan Hui's voice was low, but he didn't immediately withdraw his hand. His fingertips slowly slid down her neck to her chin, gently pinching it. "Go back inside. Eat breakfast and drink your medicine." Su Jinghao turned her head away from his pinch: "I need to be mentally prepared to drink bitter medicine." Yan Hui lowered his hand and straightened up. "Or are you planning to make me feed you using unconventional methods like last night?" Su Jinghao's ears turned completely red. She glared at him, turned, and walked into the house, her back view carrying a hint of cold anger and embarrassment. "I can take over, I can make changes, I can change the system, I can fire people." He pushed his coffee cup aside and added slowly, "But there are two conditions. Security must accompany you, and the doctor must accompany you too." "I'm going to work, not on a spring outing." Su Jinghao closed her file, her tone tinged with helplessness. "You're acting like you're sending a child to kindergarten for the first time." Yan Hui looked at her, his expression unchanged. "You're more valuable than work." The next second, he raised his hand and took off the sandalwood prayer beads from his wrist. The two strings of beads were placed together on the coffee table, very close together. One string was darker in color, the other older and lighter, but the material looked as if they came from the same tree. The bead diameters were similar, and the grain was also similar, especially where the wood grain of some of the beads intersected, almost matching. Su Jinghao stared at it for a few seconds, her heart tightening. "Did you already notice?" Yan Hui looked up at her, not avoiding her gaze. "I noticed it the first time in the medical room." Su Jinghao's fingers gently gripped the edge of her cardigan. "So you knew back then that there was something wrong with this bracelet." "It's not that there's something wrong." Yan Hui looked at the two strings of beads on the table, his voice lowering slightly. "The Buddhist prayer beads my mother left behind are made of an old material. It almost disappeared many years ago. The one you have is made of the same material." Su Jinghao looked at him. "Just the same material?" Yan Hui didn't answer immediately. She asked again, "The place where your mother stayed in China also had a record of storing the exact same bracelet as mine. Yan Hui, don't tell me this is just a coincidence." "Jinghao." He called her name, his voice not loud, but carrying a hint of reassuring pressure. In front of him lay a dark, old storage bag, its edges frayed, clearly having been stored there for many years. This was one of the things his mother had left behind. He spent a long time flipping through the papers tonight before finally pulling out a single sheet from a stack of old letters. The paper was yellowed, the handwriting faded, and at the bottom was a blurry note: "If the wooden beads are in pairs, old friends in Jiangnan can be found." After a while, Yan Hui draped the towel back over the chair, sat down opposite her, and opened his pocket pocket. Inside was an old photograph. In the photograph were two strings of wooden beads. One string had been modified into a Buddhist rosary, the beads a darker color; the other string was older, the beads slightly smaller, almost identical to the one on her wrist. Su Jinghao's gaze sharpened. Yan Hui then pulled out a second sheet, a scanned copy. The paper was old, with a handwritten note at the bottom, the handwriting already faded: "If the wooden beads are in pairs, old friends in Jiangnan can be found." "If the wooden beads?" Su Jinghao murmured. "This is the name of that batch of timber back then," Yan Hui said, looking at her. "My mother named it." As he spoke, he took off the Buddhist prayer beads from his wrist, placed them on the table, and then held out his hand to her. "Give me your hand." Su Jinghao took off the old wooden bracelet from her wrist and handed it to him. Yan Hui placed the two strings of beads side by side, his slender fingers gently separating a few beads. "The material, the grain, the polishing style—it all matches. It's not just from the same material." He looked up at her. "These two strings were originally a pair." Su Jinghao looked at the wooden beads on the table, her breathing becoming lighter. "Your mother knew my grandmother." "Yes. And it wasn't just a one-time meeting. I had someone re-examine her records of her stay in China. She stayed in that port city for seventeen days, and your grandmother's old name was on the contact list." Su Jinghao's fingers slowly tightened. "So that last wish…" "was likely simplified." Yan Hui continued her sentence. "The version my father received only said to marry a daughter of the Su family. But in the old files left by my mother, the only clues that truly matter are this annotation and these Ruomu beads." He paused here, his gaze fixed on her face. "Jinghao, the results I found are that the person my mother was looking for wasn't just any daughter surnamed Su." Su Jinghao looked up at him. Yan Hui's gaze was deep, as if he had finally laid bare the words he had been holding back for so long. "She was looking for someone connected to an old friend in Jiangnan, someone who carried another string of Ruomu beads. Now it seems that this person is most likely you." The room was very quiet. So quiet that she could clearly hear her heart skip a beat. After several seconds, Su Jinghao finally spoke: "So, the marriage your mother wanted back then wasn't necessarily for Su Wanqing from the beginning." "Yes." "Then why didn't you say so before?" "Because before, there was only suspicion, no evidence." Yan Hui looked at her. "I don't like to touch you with speculation." "Do you think that I've been protecting you and indulging you all this time just because of this string of beads?" She didn't speak. "No." Yan Hui exerted a little force, pulling her a bit closer to him. "The beads are the clue, you are the result." Su Jinghao was already sitting close, and with his pull, her knees almost touched him. She subconsciously wanted to step back, but her lower back hit the sofa armrest first. Yan Hui leaned over, one hand supporting himself on her side, the other holding her wrist. The distance suddenly became closer, and even the faint, cool fragrance on him became clear, mixed with the steam from his shower, making it hard to breathe. "I'll ask you one more thing," he said. "... What?" "Are you still planning to sneak off to the auction house tomorrow?" Su Jinghao: "..." Su Jinghao originally wanted to reason with him, but the words caught in her throat as she suddenly changed her question. "Yan Hui." "Hmm." She looked at him, her eyes serious: "Then what are we now?" What he had just said was still too ambiguous for her. The air was silent for two seconds. Yan Hui looked down at her, his hand still supporting him on either side of her, not immediately moving away. He said in a low voice: "Your question sounds like we're getting a divorce tomorrow." Su Jinghao didn't take the joke. "I'm not joking, I just want to ask..." Yan Hui's gaze was deep, as if he had finally laid bare the words he had been holding back for a long time. "The person she's looking for is someone connected to an old friend in Jiangnan, someone who carries another string of Ruomu beads. Now it seems that this person is most likely you." The room was quiet. So quiet she could clearly hear her heart skip a beat. After several seconds, Su Jinghao finally spoke: "So, the marriage your mother wanted back then wasn't necessarily for Su Wanqing from the beginning." "Yes." "Then why didn't you say so before?" "Because before, there was only suspicion, no evidence." Yan Hui looked at her, "I don't like to touch you with guesses." Su Jinghao's face was slightly lifted by his pinch, her ears burning, but she still honestly replied: "I thought you wouldn't before, but now I'm not so sure." Yan Hui laughed in exasperation. "Su Jinghao, your understanding of me is a bit slow to update." After he finished speaking, he straightened up a bit, but didn't let go of her hand. Instead, he pulled her closer to him, making her sit more steadily. Then, he looked at her, his tone gradually deepening: "Listen carefully." "We are husband and wife." "Legal, public, the kind that no one can touch." Su Jinghao's eyelashes trembled slightly. Yan Hui continued, "You're not a substitute bride sent by the Su family, not a candidate on the marriage alliance list, not just a simple marital obligation, and not a relationship hastily arranged because of a string of beads." He paused, his gray-blue eyes fixed on her, not letting her look away even an inch. "I acknowledge you, Su Jinghao." "I acknowledge you as a person." "Not the Su family, not the original bride, and not anyone's substitute." After the last sentence, the living room was quiet. Su Jinghao felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, her fingers unconsciously gripping his sleeve, "So, you're now formally telling me that we're not a couple in name only, nor is it just a marriage alliance." "Yes." "You acknowledge me." "Yes." "And you won't change it in the future?" Yan Hui stared at her, his eyebrows slightly raised: "You plan to give me a chance to change?" Su Jinghao choked. Yan Hui lowered his head, his forehead almost touching hers, "Since you've asked so many questions, let me clarify something else." "From the day you entered Adams Manor, you have been my wife." "Now and forever." "Unless you tell me one day that you don't want this position anymore." Su Jinghao's ears burned, she held back, but couldn't help but ask, "Did you talk to people like this before?" "No." "Really?" "I didn't have a wife before." "What are we?" Su Jinghao looked at him, her face a little hot, and finally spoke. "Husband and wife." "Say it again." "... Husband and wife." Yan Hui seemed to finally accept it, and pulled her into his arms. Before Su Jinghao could even utter a sound, he gently lifted her chin. The next second, the man lowered his head and kissed her. "But the environment I grew up in wasn't like this." Yan Hui paused, "I'm more direct here. If I like someone, I go for it; if I want someone, I reach out; if I'm afraid they'll run away, I bring them back to my side first." "But don't say we're husband and wife while pushing me away." "He said, taking off the Buddhist prayer beads from his wrist and placing them on the table, then extending his hand to her, "Give me your hand." Su Jinghao took off the old wooden bracelet from her wrist and handed it to him. Yan Hui placed the two strings of beads side by side, his slender fingers gently separating a few beads. "The material, the cut, the polishing style—it all matches. It's not just a matter of using the same material." He looked up at her, "These two strings were originally a pair." Su Jinghao looked at the wooden beads on the table, her breathing becoming lighter: "Your mother knew my maternal grandmother." "Known her. And it wasn't just a simple meeting. I had someone re-examine her records of her stay in China back then. She stayed in that port city for seventeen days, and your maternal grandmother's old name was on the contact list." Su Jinghao's fingers slowly tightened. "So that last wish from back then..." "It was very likely simplified." Yan Hui finished her sentence, "The version my father received only said one sentence: marry a daughter of the Su family." "But in the old files my mother left behind, the only clues that actually lead to anything are this annotation and these Ruomu beads." He paused here, his gaze fixed on her face. "Jinghao, the result I found out is that the person my mother is looking for isn't just any daughter with the surname Su." Su Jinghao looked up at him. "Do you think that I've been protecting you and indulging you all this time just because of these beads?" She didn't speak. "No." Yan Hui pulled her a little closer to him with a slight force. "The beads are the clue, you are the result." Su Jinghao was already sitting close, and with his pull, her knees almost touched him. She instinctively tried to step back, but her lower back hit the sofa armrest first. Yan Hui leaned over her, one hand supporting himself on her side, the other holding her wrist. The distance suddenly closed, and even the faint, cool fragrance emanating from him became clear, mixed with the steam from his shower, making it hard to breathe. "I'll ask you one more thing." "He said. "... What." "Are you still planning to sneak off to the auction house tomorrow?" Su Jinghao: "..." Su Jinghao originally wanted to reason with him, but the words were on the tip of her tongue when she suddenly changed her question. "Yan Hui." "Hmm." She looked at him, her eyes very serious: "Then what are we now?" What he just said was still too ambiguous to her. The air was silent for two seconds. Yan Hui looked down at her, his hand still supporting him on his side, not immediately backing away. He said in a low voice: "Your question sounds like we're getting a divorce tomorrow." Su Jinghao didn't take the joke, "I'm not joking, I just want to know clearly." She was trapped between the sofa and his embrace, unable to retreat, so she simply stopped hiding and looked up at him. "Grandma's nursing home, the Su family, the auction house, and these past few days... You've helped me a lot." She paused, her voice still soft, but her tone steady. "I'm very grateful to you, and I know you've always protected me. But I don't want to stand beside you without understanding what I am." "Is it because of this marriage alliance, or because of this string of Ruomu beads and responsibility?" "Or, is it just a moment of weakness on your part?" She spoke slowly, each word clear and distinct. Yan Hui looked at her for a moment, then suddenly reached out and pinched her chin, the movement gentle, but not allowing her to look away. "Do you think I'd be so easily swayed?" "You Chinese talk about slow and steady wins the race, I understand a little, though I'm not very good at it." "Then what are you good at?" "Good at carrying people back to their rooms first." Yan Hui looked at her, "And good at letting them slowly get used to me." Half asleep, she heard Yan Hui whisper in her ear: "It's okay to go slowly, just don't back down." "From the day she entered Adams Manor, she has been my wife." "I wasn't brought in to fill in for anyone, nor was it a temporary measure someone gave me." Yan Hui continued, "You're worried she'll be mistreated by me, but that won't happen. I'll handle everything for her—the Su family's affairs, outside affairs, and family affairs. Whatever she wants to do, I'll let her do it." "She's not in good health, I'll keep an eye on her." "I won't force her to do anything she doesn't want to." "If she's mistreated, it's my problem." Hearing this, Grandma narrowed her eyes slightly: "It's your problem, and then what?" "Then you'll come to me." That was a very decisive statement. Grandma stared at her for a while, then suddenly laughed. "You really aren't afraid to take on trouble." "Her affairs are my responsibility." "You brought her to me, played cards all afternoon, and had a meal. Now you should tell me the truth." Grandma looked at her, her expression unusually serious, "Jinghao, do you believe him now?" She was silent for a few seconds before softly saying, "Yes." "Grandma asked again, "Is it just a little bit, or quite a lot?" Su Jinghao's ears slowly warmed. She originally wanted to dodge the question, but Grandma was staring too intently, and the person opposite her was also looking at her. After a while, she whispered, "Quite a lot." "This string of beads is not ordinary wood. It has a name, called Ruomu." Grandma continued, "Twenty years ago, I met Yan Hui's mother at the port. She had returned to China to trace her roots and stayed there for seventeen days. She was young, but had quite a temper. She looked cold, but she had a lot on her mind. When others talked to her, they would first see if she was the matriarch of the Adams family; when I talked to her, I would first see what kind of old material she was holding." She chuckled to herself as she said this. "Because of this, the two of us sat at the same tea table." "During that time, we saw each other almost every day. She brought a piece of old material, the wood was very heavy, and the fragrance was clean. I could tell at a glance that it was a good thing. Later, after we got to know each other better, she said that the material was called Ruomu, and she had collected it many years ago, and this was the only piece she had." "So, those two strings of beads, you two ground them together?" Su Jinghao asked softly. "Yes." Grandma nodded. "She made one string, and I made one. When we were grinding them, she laughed and said that splitting them in two was like leaving a token for future recognition." As she spoke, Grandma placed the bracelet in her palm and looked down at it for a couple of seconds. "Before she left, she left a message. She said that if the two strings of beads met again in the future, it meant that the connection hadn't been broken. If you could protect that child, then protect him; if you couldn't, don't force it with this old affection." Su Jinghao's fingertips curled slightly. Grandma raised her eyes and said in a flat tone, "Now you know, from beginning to end, this matter wasn't the Su family's doing. It had absolutely nothing to do with Su Jiancheng. The Su family's so-called old relationship was just a superficial connection; if you really want to talk about it, he didn't even get close." Su Jinghao listened quietly for a long while before asking, "Then why didn't you tell me before?" Her grandmother looked at her, not rushing to answer, and first placed the bracelet back in her hand. "Are you wondering why I didn't make this clear when I first went to Adams's place?" "Yes." Her grandmother leaned back, sighed, and spoke frankly. "Because I didn't want to use the friendship of the previous generation to decide your fate." Su Jinghao looked up at her. "Her words back then weren't a marriage certificate, nor were they a forced marriage agreement. To put it bluntly, it was a entrustment," her grandmother said. "I heard and remembered them, but I didn't intend to use them to pressure you." "If I had laid out the bracelet, the Ruomu tree, and her old words to you from the beginning, what would you have thought?" "You would have felt that I, like the Su family, said I was doing it for your own good, but in reality, I was making decisions for you." Su Jinghao's throat tightened slightly, but she didn't speak. Her grandmother glanced at her, her tone softening slightly: "I raised you all these years, not to send you away. Nor to tie you up and take you to someone's house with a string of beads." "Then what was your purpose in going abroad last month?" "To see people." Her grandmother answered quickly, "I went there for three reasons: first, to see Yan Hui; second, to see what the Adams family's situation was; and third, to see if this string of beads could still protect you." "Did I say something wrong?" Her grandmother didn't back down. "I saw everything at that card game this afternoon—how he coaxed people, how he let them win, how he looked after you. I also saw the little thing you two did standing at the door just now." "..." "And the most important thing." Her grandmother looked at her, her tone more serious than before, "When he saw this string of beads, he recognized you first, not this old story." Su Jinghao's eyelashes fluttered. Her grandmother said slowly, "That's enough." "Jinghao, I can shield you for a while, but not forever. But I have to make sure you see which path is a trap and which isn't." As she said this, she glanced at the door and suddenly smiled. "Besides, if I had explained everything from the beginning, with his temper, he probably would have immediately made a big deal out of the pearl and kept an even closer eye on you too." Su Jinghao couldn't help but smile slightly, "He's keeping a close eye on you now." "That's what he deserves." Grandma raised her chin. "He's the one who married you, what else is he going to do but keep a close eye on you, just put you there?" "Put you next to me." She said seriously, "as a very expensive backer." Yan Hui chuckled softly: "Is this what you call a fox borrowing the tiger's power?" "Pretty much." "Then you, this fox, are quite bold." He reached out and took her hand in his palm, his tone casual, "Fine, I'll back you up." Su Jinghao's fingertips curled slightly as he gripped hers, but she maintained a composed expression: "Then thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Yan." "Didn't I tell you not to settle the bill with me?" Yan Hui squeezed her fingers and said calmly, "Put it another way." "Then what should I say?" "Think for yourself." "After she finished speaking, her throat suddenly tightened, and her breath hitched for a moment. It was a very slight instant, something others might not have noticed, but Yan Hui noticed it almost immediately. She turned her head and glanced at Yan Hui. That look was faint and brief. But the meaning was clear: You heard me, it's time for your expensive backer to step in. Yan Hui hadn't moved until now. But when he met her gaze, the first thing he saw wasn't the contract, nor Su Jiancheng, but her face, which was noticeably paler. The next second, he had already reached out and supported her lower back, his palm firmly supporting her through the thin fabric, his thumb pressing down lightly. The man's voice was very low, only she could hear it. "Your face is already pale, why waste your breath on him?" "You'd better shut up." Yan Hui interrupted him, his voice not loud, but it silenced the entire living room. "She's not feeling well, and I'm not in a good mood right now." Su Jinghao leaned against the back of the sofa, her breathing still light, not having the strength to argue with him: "It'll be fine in a moment." "You always say that." "But I never actually die." Yan Hui looked up at her, his eyes a little cold: "I suggest you use this kind of comforting method less often in the future." "You're a bit harder to take care of." He said it naturally, "You need to be watched more closely." Su Jinghao's ears burned, and she retorted softly, "How am I hard to take care of?" She was quiet for a while, then suddenly asked, "Yan Hui." "Hmm." "Why are you always so good to me?" Yan Hui looked down at her, not answering immediately. A breeze blew in from the balcony, lifting a few strands of hair by her ear. He raised his hand to tuck them behind her ear, his fingertips brushing against her earlobe, his movements slowing. "Because you are my wife." "Just that?" "Also because," he looked at her, his voice lower, "I can't bear to see you suffer." Su Jinghao's heart skipped a beat. She was already very close to him, and now, looking up, she could almost see the deep emotion in his eyes. The evening breeze was gentle, and the air was quiet. Su Jinghao looked at him, her throat tightening. She had wanted to ask, "Have you considered the future as well?" But Yan Hui seemed to have already anticipated her question and spoke first. "I'm not thinking about whether our marriage will change in the future." "Nor do I think you'll be like your mother, giving up everything you have for someone else." "Of course," he said, his grey-blue eyes falling on her face, his lips moving slightly, "From my personal perspective, I do hope you prioritize love above all else." Su Jinghao's ears suddenly burned. She looked up: "You really dare to say that." Yan Hui's gaze lingered on the photograph for a while. Su Jinghao noticed and turned to look at him: "What are you looking at?" "Looking at you." "Me in the photo?" "Looking at everything." "That's too direct." Turning the page, there were closer photos. One showed her sitting on the veranda of an old house, wearing a light-colored cheongsam, a book spread on her lap; another showed her standing under an osmanthus tree, a few fallen blossoms in her hand; and yet another showed her looking back by the river, her hair blowing slightly in the wind, with the water, bridge, and white walls behind her. Yan Hui stopped abruptly when he reached the last photo. She was probably seventeen or eighteen, fully grown up. Her modified cheongsam was fitted at the waist, with a knitted shawl draped over it. She stood by the stone railing by the river, half-turned, the moment she turned her head captured perfectly. Back then, she wasn't as reserved as she is now; her features were a little immature, which made her even more attractive. Most importantly, the background of the photo almost perfectly matched where they were sitting now. "Before I knew this place, I knew you." He leaned back on the bench, his arm wrapping around her from behind, slowly drawing her closer. "I'll love any place where you grew up." A gentle river breeze blew, causing the branches of the trees beside the bench to sway. Su Jinghao looked down at the old photograph, and after a long while, she said softly, "You're getting better and better at talking now." "I learned it from you." "I didn't teach you that." "That's just talent." Su Jinghao couldn't help but smile. "It means," he leaned closer, his voice lower, "that I saw you as a child, and that you're here beside me now." "Yes, I am." Yan Hui helped her to the entrance of the old house, his hand still firmly on her waist, "but if you want to hear it, I can give you the 'wife's price'." "So what exactly is the 'wife's price'?" She stood at the entrance of the old house, her scarf still tucked under his chin, her voice soft, "You can't just give me a price first and then not provide a breakdown." Yan Hui opened the door for her, his hand naturally resting on her lower back, pulling her inside: "It can be paid later." "You're being too greedy." "Capitalist." "He answered calmly, looking down at her, "Didn't you personally confirm it?" Su Jinghao was taken aback, then glared at him. Her face was finally no longer so pale, but the redness and moisture at the corners of her eyes still easily stirred up unwanted thoughts. Yan Hui looked at her for two seconds, his fingertip lightly brushing the edge of her scarf: "Come in. It's windy outside." "You still haven't said anything." "Want to hear Suzhou dialect?" "Didn't you say you'd charge?" "Yes." Yan Hui lowered his head, his lips moving slightly, "Then you can pay me back for now." Su Jinghao was completely speechless. She turned and walked inside, but after a few steps, she couldn't help but turn back: "Mr. Yan, you're so unreasonable in business, how come you haven't been swindled yet?" Yan Hui closed the door, his dark gray long coat making his shoulders and back appear even more upright, his black turtleneck sweater highlighting his sharp jawline, his gray-blue eyes looking cold and expensive when they looked down. "Many people want to swindle me." He raised his hand and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "But for now, only one can succeed." "Who?" "You." Su Jinghao: "I'm not alone. Grandma's here, Aunt Gui's here, the doctor's here, and the security guards can stay." He lowered his head, his grey-blue eyes looking directly at her. "But I'm not here." Su Jinghao's ears burned. "I'm talking to you about a collaboration." "It doesn't sound like that to me." Yan Hui looked at her, his tone steady. "It sounds more like you've finally decided to include me in your future." "If you want it to succeed, I'll pave the way for it." "If you want it to enter the high-end luxury market, I'll make it enter." "If you want both high-end and low-end channels, I'll open up both paths for you." "The rest, you just choose." She stood in the old studio, behind her the old desk her grandmother had guarded for many years, and in front of her the man on her phone—a man of aloof elegance, who even in his car looked like he was in the middle of a multinational merger and acquisition meeting. For a moment, she suddenly felt that this could really work out. "I don't treat everyone like this," Yan Hui said in a low voice, "You're special." But when she closed her eyes, all she could think about was Yan Hui. The first time they met, he sat coldly in the main seat of the manor, as if no one could get close to him; later, he stood behind her to shield her from Pei Han, his hand on her waist, his breath hot against her skin; then, in the old house's study, he considered the ownership of the house for her, paving the way for her step by step; and just now, from halfway around the world, he stared at her collarbone with a straight face, admitting that he had been a scoundrel, without even raising an eyebrow. She stared at the dimly lit bed curtains, remained silent for a few seconds, and then suddenly murmured very softly: "Yan Hui Adams." "As it turns out, Yan Hui didn't even discuss cooperation with anyone. He simply bought the entire upstream supply chain. Not just a batch of materials, but the whole production line, which he then neatly presented to Su Jinghao. 'Your CEO Yan…' She flipped through a couple of pages before finally looking up, 'has he always been this unreasonable?' Assistant Chen smiled: 'The boss said you would appreciate efficiency.' The next second, Yan Hui's tone lowered, as if she were the only person left on the screen. 'Ah Hao,' he looked at her, 'I told you, if you want to pave the way, I'll pave it for you.' 'You don't need to look at other people's flattery, just look at me.'" "During the day, she's either looking at sample garments, meeting with embroiderers, and checking material lists, while he's in meetings, making acquisitions, and flying around. Their time zones are completely messed up, yet neither of them has lost contact. When she wakes up in the morning, she might occasionally receive a message from him asking, 'Did you take your medicine?'; When he finishes a meeting late at night, he'll ask, 'Did you eat on time today?' It's like they're each busy with their own things, yet it's also like neither of them has truly let go of the other. That afternoon, the doorman brought in a letter. It wasn't a document bag or a courier box, just a very thin envelope, the paper was of good quality, the seal was neat, and there were no unnecessary embellishments. Aunt Gui glanced at it a couple more times when she brought it in: 'It's from overseas.'" Su Jinghao had just returned from the east wing, still wearing the same moon-white turtleneck sweater and a light gray long cardigan. Her hair was loosely tied up, and the tip of her nose was slightly red from the cold wind outside. She took the cardigan and bent down to open it. There was nothing inside, just a piece of paper and a sentence: "Separated by distance, yet sharing the same wind and rain, I gaze at the bright moon, and the moon gazes at you." The signature was simple: Yan Hui Adams. Su Jinghao lowered her eyes and read the words on the letter twice. She didn't know if the paper was too light or the sentence too heavy, but her heart felt as if it had been lightly bumped. What struck her faster than her reaction wasn't surprise, but longing. It was abrupt, yet honest. "Ah Hao, sounds fade, images break, chat logs are deleted," Yan Hui looked at her, "but paper is different." "Even if it's a little old, a little yellow, with worn edges, you can still hold it in your hand." Su Jinghao's heart warmed slightly, and her eyelashes drooped: "Mr. Yan, you're getting better and better at talking now." "No, it's not that I will." Yan Hui looked at her, "I just want you to remember it for a longer time." Her ears slowly warmed, and she deliberately asked, "So, you're writing this kind of thing to use for checking up on me later?" "You could." He replied naturally, "I hope you're still here when the paper yellows." After he said that, Su Jinghao was silent for two seconds. Then she looked up: "The way you say that makes it sound like I'd run away." Yan Hui said calmly, "You'd better not." "What if I do run away?" "Catch me back." "You really have a capitalist's style." "Hmm." He stared at her, his tone lowering, "And it's only for you." Su Jinghao watched the screen go dark, subconsciously thinking he should go to rest. Late at night, the plane landed in Suzhou. The wind on the tarmac was cold, carrying the metallic and chilly smell of a winter night. Yan Hui descended the steps, wearing a long black coat over a dark shirt and trousers. His long legs landed steadily, his face still bearing the chill that hadn't faded after a long flight. "Mr. Yan? Why are you here so late?" "I came back at the last minute." Yan Hui lowered his voice. "Is she asleep?" "Yes." Aunt Gui also softened her voice. "She went to bed early tonight, ate a decent dinner, but her complexion wasn't good when she came back this afternoon. She's probably been busy and tired these past few days." Yan Hui's brows furrowed slightly: "You stayed in the east wing for a long time again today?" Aunt Gui: "Most of the day. She only went back to her room to rest after the old lady spoke up." Yan Hui didn't say anything more, just nodded: "I'll go see her." She seemed even quieter when she was asleep than when she was awake. Her face was small, her lips pale, and the corners of her eyes lacked their usual alertness, revealing only a barely concealed weariness. He could tell at a glance that she wasn't feeling well. Not the obvious sign of illness, but the exhaustion that came from overwork; her complexion was pale, and her breathing was heavier than usual. She must have been pushing herself too hard again. Yan Hui lowered his head, his fingertips lightly touching the back of her hand—it was cool. He gently pressed his brow, lifted the covers, and got into bed, his movements very light, carrying the warmth of her recent shower and a faint, cool fragrance. The next second, he pulled her into his arms from behind. His arms wrapped around her waist, his palm resting steadily on her lower abdomen, while his other hand pulled the covers up again to tuck her in. He looked down at her, his hand on her waist through the thin nightgown; the waist beneath his palm was excessively slender, easily encircled by one hand. She was exhausted, yet she dared to tell him she was "fine." "It's not the family supporting her, it's me begging her to stay," Su Jinghao said softly. "Isn't your meeting important?" "Not as important as you." He sighed softly, leaning down to gently bite her smooth neck. He didn't bite hard, only leaving a light red tooth mark, as punishment for her neglecting her health these past few days. "North America." Su Jinghao turned around, carefully examining his face. "What time did you get back last night?" "After you fell asleep." Before she could say anything more, Yan Hui had already reached out and grabbed her lower back, pulling her back onto the pillow. The blanket slipped down a bit, the cold air touching her, only to be covered by his warmth the next second. Su Jinghao instinctively held onto his shoulders, her eyes widening slightly: "Yan Hui..." "Yes." Yan Hui leaned over her, his eyes slightly lowered from sleep, but his voice remained low: "Don't be so happy yet, let's settle the accounts first." Su Jinghao stood at the door for a while, then turned to Chen Zhu and asked, "Are you planning to move Wall Street into the old house?" Chen Zhu adjusted his glasses and answered professionally, "To be precise, the master is planning to temporarily shift the focus of his work to Suzhou for the next few days." Su Jinghao said, "Speak plainly." "The master is worried about you." He lightly pressed his fingertip on the tie fabric, then looked up at her: "Is this the first haute couture piece you made yourself?" Su Jinghao nodded: "For you." "Shouldn't I feel honored?" "You are already very honored." She moved closer and took the tie out of the box. "Stand still." Yan Hui was indeed obedient, standing still and only looking down at her. Near the knot on the lining of her tie, there was a tiny, extremely fine embroidery. It wasn't a flashy pattern, just a single, faintly visible leaf pattern pressed with dark silver thread, only visible when the tie was turned up. A little further in, there was a tiny, almost invisible character for "good," its stitches so fine that it could only be recognized up close. Yan Hui stared at that tiny detail on the lining, remaining silent for a long time. Su Jinghao said softly, "You can't see it normally, only when you untie it." He then took her hand, which was still clutching the tie, and looked down again at the tiny embroidery on the lining. "This 'good' character, only I can see it?" "Yes." "Then I'll look more carefully when I untie my tie next time." Yan Hui seemed to be in a good mood, and kissed her on the corner of her lips: "You take care of looking pretty, I'll take care of silencing them." She stood beside Yan Hui, her soft shawl flowing over her shoulders, her profile cool and aloof. A string of Ruomu beads adorned her slender, white wrist, and she stood there quietly. But everyone could see that the name on her body no longer belonged to the Su family. It was Adams. And it was Yan Hui who had written it himself. "Now I think she suffered a loss by marrying me," he said. "There's a saying in China," he said. "What?" "Fate." Yan Hui's expression was indifferent: "The person who was meant to know her has already known her." "The remaining time is for my wife." Old Adams lowered his head and took a sip of tea, this time genuinely laughing out loud, taking this as yet another cowardly act of protecting his own from the young patriarch. It wasn't about face, family reputation, or the proper conduct of the matriarch. It was about the husband's dereliction of duty. All for Su Jinghao's sake. Old Adams looked at that tall, upright figure, his voice deep: "You like her that much?" Yan Hui turned his head, his features still cold and sharp in the warm greenhouse light. "Yes." "Like her to this extent?" "A little more than you see." "Not because it's bitter." "It's just… I miss you a little." "What if it's important?" "You're more important." "Because it's too quiet when you're not here." Upon hearing this, Yan Hui's eyes visibly flickered. Su Jinghao felt she had been a bit too direct after speaking, and was about to add something when the man put down his documents, stood up, and walked to her. He leaned down, his palms resting on her sides, looking down at her: "Ah Hao." "Mm." "From now on, you'd better say whatever you want." "Mr. Yan." Su Jinghao gently tugged at his tie, her ears burning, "You joined the company at fifteen, and you're still acting like a brat at thirty." Yan Hui lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers: "Mm. Because I'm genuinely happy when my wife praises me." "I'm praising you." He lowered his head, his voice only audible to her, "A little thinner, a little more delicate, that's how I spoil you." "Don't try to coax me with those kinds of words." "Yan Hui pinched her chin with his fingertips, lifting it slightly. 'You're just taking advantage of your own feelings, being disobedient and willful.' Su Jinghao didn't flinch, just looked at him: 'Then what about your boyfriend?' Yan Hui chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest directly transmitted to her arm pressed against his. 'Yes.' Yan Hui lowered his head, his thin lips pressing directly against hers. 'You can be willful all you want, I'll take care of things if anything happens.' Yan Hui looked up at her. In his gray-blue eyes, there was no longer the cold-blooded ruthlessness of the business world, nor the usual domineering pressure, only a deep and stubborn devotion. 'Before, we got married because of our elders' arrangement. At that time, I didn't know how to love you, I only knew how to fulfill my responsibilities with rules and interests.' Yan Hui's voice was low and hoarse, every word resounding: 'Today, as Yan Hui Adams, I ask you to take over my life.' He grasped Su Jinghao's free hand, his fingertips gently stroking her pale knuckles. 'Su Jinghao.'" Yan Hui looked into her eyes. "Let me truly belong to you."

3. 53 病 The Frail, Delicate Wife: She Uses Her Acting Skills to Get Everything 病弱娇妻：她靠演技谋夺一切 Lucky Baby TT福娃TTModern Romance245k WordsCompleted [Devoted CEO who falls for his wife step by step × frail, reborn, secretly ruthless sweetheart] [Thirteen-year age gap, fatherly male lead × white-lotus female lead] In her previous life, Lin Yutang was just an ordinary intern. But after the richest man in the country, Fu Yuchuan, glanced at her, she drew Gu Mingzhu’s jealous hatred and died full of resentment, locked inside a secret room. When she opened her eyes again, she was seventeen, three days before the car accident. In her previous life 42.1kReads7.0Score6.4kShelves
4. 54 柔 A Delicate Darling Who Gets Pregnant Easily: The Heirless Big Shot Is Obsessed 柔弱娇宝超易孕，无嗣大佬爱疯了 Peach Blossom Candy桃花糖Modern Romance879k WordsCompleted Complete!! [Quick transmigration + weepy heroine + gorgeous, lovable heroine + all male leads are rich, powerful, and handsome + love at first sight + super-sweet doting romance with a happy ending + both leads are each other’s only one + fertility-boosting physique + multiple pregnancies and children] After Meng Wanqing died in a car accident, she bound herself to a childbirth System to be reborn and make money. She earns a million for every child she has, with no limit on how many she can have 11.7kReads6.7Score511Shelves

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   The female lead's mission is to give birth. She gives birth to many babies in each world and doesn't leave after giving birth; she stays with the male lead for the rest of his life. The female lead is very weak and often faints from morning sickness. The male lead dotes on her, feeding her, massaging her, putting her to sleep, washing her hair, blow-drying her hair, applying pregnancy oil... He feels heartbroken and cries while watching her give birth.

5. 55 穿 After Becoming a Sickly Female Side Character, the Possessive Male Lead Is Absolutely Smitten 穿成病弱女配后，偏执男主他超爱 Leisurely March三月闲闲Modern Romance609k WordsCompleted [Sweet transmigration-into-a-book romance + sickly little ray of sunshine + obsessive, aloof romantic] [Healing and redemption without realizing it + frenzied, unhealthy devotion for love] Song Wan transmigrated into the body of a sickly villainess destined for a tragic end. To stay alive, she turned over a new leaf and threw in her lot with the male lead, clinging to him for protection. But she clung a little too hard, and the villainess became the heroine, pampered beyond belief! Whenever she 10.8kReads8.8Score1.3kShelves

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   These are all beautiful!

6. 56 陆 President Lu's Actor Wife 陆总的影帝老婆 Zi An梓安Modern Romance517k WordsCompleted This is purely a practice work. The author wrote this book to get some practice, so feel free to ignore it. Synopsis: (Powerful male and female leads, both devoted to each other, secret identities exposed, adored by everyone) The famous award-winning actor is exposed for having a sugar daddy, who turns out to be the current head of the Lu Group. But then the actor reveals that he comes from the An family of Huaxia, a family wielding immense military and political power, and announces his retirem 37Reads—Score—Shelves

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   ① The female lead has a heart condition and often coughs up blood and faints. The male lead dotes on her. ② The female lead was seriously injured while traveling alone before. She is very weak for a few days every month, but the male lead always takes care of her (the female lead dresses as a man).

7. 57 陆 Doctor Lu's Sweet Little Wife Is So Well-Behaved 陆医生的小娇妻真乖 Mm, Mwah嗯嘛Modern Romance652k WordsCompleted [Both leads are virgins + two wealthy families + doting, fatherly boyfriend + eight-year age gap + childhood friends, sort of] [The cool, arrogant, calculating Dr. Lu × the pampered, beloved, beautiful little rose] “Give me your hand. You’ve got a needle in it. I’ll feed you. Didn’t you just say you were hungry?” Starving, Chu Jinxi knew there was no getting out of it. She might as well get it over with and eat sooner. Grumpily, she held out her right hand. “Be gentle.” “Mm.” The man stood b 5.4kReads7.8Score377Shelves

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   The female lead is in poor health, and the male lead, a doctor, takes good care of her.

8. 58 早 The Crown Princess Who Died Young Transmigrates Ten Years Later and Is Spoiled by Everyone 早死长公主穿越十年后，被团宠了 Jiang Taoli姜桃李Ancient Romance665k WordsCompleted [Eldest Princess × Powerful Minister, Unrequited Love, Younger Man] On her way to a political marriage, Li Zhaoyue was murdered. When she opened her eyes again, she discovered she had transmigrated to the tenth year after her death. After asking around, Li Zhaoyue felt as if the sky had fallen. A brutal emperor who slaughtered officials indiscriminately and ruled with cruel methods, leaving the court in a state of bitter resentment. A cold-faced general, a master of military strategy, who forcib 4.6kReads8.7Score688Shelves

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   The female protagonist is a regent princess who has controlled the court for many years. To stabilize the empire, she sacrificed herself by marrying a minister, but was betrayed, poisoned, assassinated, and fell off a cliff to her death. She awakens ten years later, weakened by the incurable poison, often in a coma and unable to move freely. However, she remains the most noble and powerful woman in the land. (She has three younger brothers (the emperor, a general, and a renowned physician), all of whom love and respect her. The male protagonist has secretly loved her for many years. After her death, he takes care of her siblings, investigates the truth behind her death, and seeks revenge. He even feeds a poisonous insect with his own blood for years to cure all poisons.)

9. 59 太 The Arrogant Young Master Bows Down to Her 太子爷嚣张狂妄，却对她俯首称臣 ViVi1223Modern Romance333k WordsCompleted [Elegant, Refined Pianist x Unruly, Carefree Playboy] Yin Enyu, an internationally renowned pianist from an artistic family, was delicate and graceful, with stunning beauty. Everyone wondered what kind of man could win the favor of a beauty so far removed from the everyday world. He Yu Zhou, heir to a top wealthy family, was handsome and rich, with a powerful build and an eight-pack. He radiated intense sex appeal wherever he went. He was also a notorious, arrogant playboy, wild to the core and 46.6kReads9.2Score4.6kShelves

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   Book 1: The female lead is a pianist and the male lead's ideal woman. The love story between a scholarly young lady and a wealthy, playboy-turned-scholar is just too sweet! [Admiration][Admiration] Book 2: The female lead disguises herself as a man and fights alongside him to build their empire, but the male lead discovers his feelings for her are impure. Book 3: The female lead suffers from amnesia and wants a divorce from the male lead. She always believed he didn't love her. After the misunderstanding is cleared up, it turns out the male lead loves her very, very much.

10. 60 我 After I Faked My Death and Left the Power Minister's Side, the Emperor Turned Dark 我成为权臣死遁后，皇上黑化了 Greedy Lazybones咸鱼贪财Ancient Romance401k WordsCompleted [One-on-one romance / woman disguised as a man / faked death / both leads have no other romantic partners] After Yun Zhao dies suddenly from working overtime, she gets bound to the Wise Ruler Development System. After transmigrating ten years into the past, Yun Zhao disguises herself as a man and accompanies the male lead, Xie Huaiqing, from the cold palace to the frontier, then helps him fight his way back to the capital. When Xie Huaiqing becomes emperor, Yun Zhao helps him deal with the power 23.1kReads9.0Score2.8kShelves
11. 61 呜 Wah! The Mad Tyrant Dragged Me Back Nine Times, and I’m Pregnant Again 呜！被疯批暴君抓回来九次还揣崽 Fireflies Across the Sky漫天的萤火Ancient Romance727k WordsCompleted “Be good. Give birth to the crown prince, and I’ll make you empress,” the ascetic tyrant coaxes in a low voice. “I don’t want that!” The little woman tugs at his belt. “I don’t want the throne. Just lift the ban for me.” After transmigrating into a book, Qin Ling only wants to escape the palace and live a carefree life, far away from the cold, bloodthirsty, vicious, and heartless emperor. Competing for his favor? Not a chance. Not in this lifetime. She just wants to eat and wait for death, livin 1.2kReads8.3Score144Shelves

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    The female lead is very weak, often falls ill and faints, and even vomits blood. The male lead feels sorry for her and holds her every day, feeding her and giving her medicine. He stays by her bedside without leaving her side, helping her get dressed and wash up, and taking care of her like a baby.

12. 62 重 Reborn, She No Longer Loves Him. He Panics, His Legs Give Out, and He Falls to His Knees 重生后她不爱了，他慌到腿软下跪 Eating Tomatoes Without Gaining Weight吃番茄不长胖Modern Romance500k WordsCompleted [Reborn with amnesia and doted on by everyone (she’ll regain her memories) + slightly darkened heroine + satisfying revenge on scumbags + devoted husband with no limits + husband’s groveling redemption arc (with misunderstandings) + anyone who comes after her sister or daughter gets their ashes scattered] After being reborn, Xia Ye forgets everything, including the wealthy CEO husband she loved and suffered for, despite their marriage being one in name only. The introverted but deeply devoted Pr 8.8kReads7.9Score326Shelves
13. 63 药 The Delicate, Scheming Medicine-Jar Consort Has the Sickly Tyrant Begging for Mercy 药罐贵妃娇又作，病娇暴君乖乖认怂！ Tang Jiujiu糖酒酒Ancient Romance835k WordsCompleted Transmigrated into the role of a cannon-fodder concubine, Xiao Xiruo is destined to die of rage and leave her entire family dead? And she’s sickly, coughing up blood every day? Xiao Xiruo: Keep it together. Don’t panic! With powerful backing, I’ll take the court by storm and rule the imperial harem! Feng Wuyan, the puppet emperor of Great Yan, is a deranged villain who slaughtered everyone in the book until only its title remained. He does the cruelest deeds and strikes with the deadliest hand. 3.8kReads9.2Score406Shelves

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    🌸The first female lead suffers from a heart condition. Both she and the male lead are incredibly kind, but due to her illness, the female lead feels guilty, saying, "Qin Yan, you're like the sun." 🌸The second female lead's illness requires her to complete tasks to alleviate it. Her condition has worsened again. She's a mischievous rabbit who smiles at him every day; the female lead seems to thrive on chaos.

14. 64 病 The Frail Beauty Stays Alive by Kissing the Regent 病弱美人靠着与摄政王亲嘴续命 Distant Moon Shadow月影遥遥Ancient Romance522k WordsCompleted [Completed, both leads are inexperienced, sweet flirtation and romance, devoted husband, sickly and delicate heroine, hero seems cool and noble but is secretly an obsessed romantic] Mu Shengsheng has a beautiful, captivating face, but she is a sickly girl with little time left to live. She is expected to die by the age of sixteen at the latest. Then, one day, her life hangs by a thread. Her stepmother sends her off for a ghost marriage, and while trying to escape, she accidentally falls into a m 3.4kReads9.0Score416Shelves

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    The female lead is extremely weak and needs the male lead to recover. The male lead loves her without realizing it and dotes on her immensely.

15. 65 万 Winning Everyone Over Is a Piece of Cake 万人迷拿捏人，轻而易举 Joyful Heart Bell悦心铃Modern Romance438k WordsCompleted (The rating just opened, everyone. It’ll go up later!) [Quick transmigration + irresistible charmer + underdog comeback + dog-training romance + love at first sight] World One: The ailing daughter of a club owner The charm of an irresistible charmer is that men and women alike get dizzy with infatuation and become devoted to her alone. Cen Yishuang to the original male lead: Here, have a slap. To the original female lead: Sis, you did nothing wrong~ To the original second female lead: Sis, my he 859Reads8.1Score100Shelves

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    These two books should meet everyone's requirements. The first is a historical romance; the female lead is sickly and in poor health, the male lead is related to his father, and it's a marriage of convenience that blossoms into love. The second is a quick transmigration novel; the first world fits the sickly female lead's character, and it's a story of love at first sight, a heartthrob, and a dog-training romance.

16. 66 病 The Frail Beauty Is Coddled by a Possessive Big Shot Every Night 病弱美人，偏执大佬夜夜哄 Resting on the Mountain, Listening to the Wind栖山听风Modern Romance235k WordsCompleted [Delicate, fragile yet stubborn beauty X arrogant, sharp-tongued man in power] [Both virgins, 1v1 + love at first sight + powerful man pursues his wife + sweet romance in a wealthy family] At the engagement ceremony, the arrogant, sharp-tongued eldest son of the Fu family, a man who thought far too highly of himself, casually pointed. “Her, then.” Wen Nianqin thought he was joking. After all, she was so sickly she could stop breathing at any moment. She refused the marriage, expecting him to ret 13.5kReads8.5Score1.8kShelves
17. 67 穿 Transmigrated as a Sickly, Doomed Beauty, I Go Viral on a Parenting Reality Show by Slacking Off 穿成炮灰病美人靠摆烂娃综爆火 The Clumsy Kitty手残的喵Modern Romance354k WordsCompleted [Male lead and kids, the children aren’t his biological ones, lots of sweetness, family variety show, marriage first and love later] A son who fiercely protects his mom, plus a husband who wires money but stays away at first, then later wires money and clings to her, making up fantasies and winning himself over. Ye Shuang transmigrates into a book as the cannon-fodder stepmother of Ji Li, the overpowered male protagonist, and Ji Zhou, the impossibly lucky male supporting character. In the origin 2.9kReads8.7Score284Shelves

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    The female protagonist transmigrates into the body of a wealthy family's cannon fodder stepmother, frequently falls ill and faints, and the child is not her biological child. It's a story of marriage of convenience that blossoms into love.

18. 68 掌 The Delicate Beauty in His Palm 掌心娇她娇美且柔弱 Plum Blossom Wine梅花酿酒Ancient Romance1.0M WordsCompleted (Sweet Romance + Beloved by Everyone + Male Lead Reborn) Ruan Qin had been frail since childhood and was disliked by her family, spending her days shut away in a cramped courtyard. An imperial edict brought her out of that courtyard and bound her closely to the most honored young heir in all of Great Yin, Prince Yu'an. After that, she was cherished for the rest of her life. Rong Zhuo was reborn. After losing his Qin Qin so tragically in his previous life, he had given everything to earn the cha 4.6kReads9.1Score397Shelves
19. 69 他 His Sickly Beauty 他的病美人 Snow-Boiled Water煮雪水Modern Romance222k WordsCompleted [Flirty and sweet, no angst | Powerful families on both sides | Frail beauty × cocky CEO | Love at first sight | Completely doted on] Su Wan is the city’s famous frail beauty. Born with a heart condition and delicate health, she is treated by the Su family like a priceless treasure that might break at the slightest touch. She comes from a prominent family and has breathtaking looks, yet she is so delicate that no one dares lay a hand on her. Everyone thinks that a woman like her is destined to 5.2kReads8.1Score614Shelves
20. 70 恶 A Vicious Cannon-Fodder Villainess, Yet Everyone Wants Her! 恶毒炮灰女配，但被所有人觊觎！ Seven Strawberries七颗草莓Modern Romance258k WordsCompleted After dying of heart disease, Li Yang transmigrates into a wealthy-family school romance novel full of melodrama, as a vicious cannon-fodder supporting girl. In the book, Li Yang has been frail since childhood and spoiled rotten by her family. Her outrageous misdeeds include, but are not limited to: Forcing the male lead into a relationship. Scheming against the female lead. Beating and humiliating the villain. In the end, the ruthless, vengeful villain takes revenge on her, leaving her with a m 11.5kReads8.7Score1.8kShelves
21. 71 阴 A Clingy, Brooding Puppy Won't Leave Me Alone: Sister, Please Be Gentle with Me! 阴湿小狗缠上身，姐姐！疼疼我！ Clear Dreams in March三月清梦Modern Romance373k WordsCompleted [Obsessive, Dark, Ghostly Male Lead / Sickly, Spoiled Heiress Female Lead] In her previous life, Su Li feared no one more than Huo Xieshan. In public, he pretended to be impeccably dressed, refined, and elegant. In private, his gaze was always fixed on her as he exacted his revenge, claiming and devouring every inch of her skin. No matter where she ran, she could never escape his control. His cold, damp gaze followed her like a shadow as he closed in on her trembling figure. Smiling, he reached 67.5kReads9.3Score7.7kShelves
22. 72 重 A Second Chance, and I Fall Only in Your Arms 重来一次，只在你怀里沉沦 Three Teeth Who Loves Vegetables吃菜的三颗牙Modern Romance12k WordsCompleted Starting over, I want to lose myself only in your arms. —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    The female lead is very thin and frail; she turns deathly pale when she's upset. The male lead is extremely protective of her; he's even afraid that others will scare her if they insult her.

23. 73 疯 The Unhinged Big Shot's Twisted Devotion Leaves His Soft Little Darling Dazed with Kisses 疯批大佬病态溺宠，小娇软被亲懵 Sparkling Little Gold闪闪小金Modern Romance300k WordsCompleted Short drama now streaming | [Beautiful, soft-spoken, coy little temptress x Powerful, high-ranking, unhinged tycoon] When Jiang Yaoyao transmigrated into a book, she was perched coquettishly on the villainous tycoon’s lap, her red lips close to the side of his face. Her voice was soft and sweet, her eyes seductive. “Mr. Pei, I’ve admired you for a long time...” The man looked down at her, his eyes cold and unreadable. The next moment, he grabbed her wrist. The dagger the original character had s 45kReads9.3Score3.7kShelves
24. 74 刻 Deliberately Doted On 刻意娇藏 Gu Keren顾可人Modern Romance258k WordsCompleted Huo Jingyan, head of an eminent family, has been a devout Buddhist vegetarian for years. Noble and distinguished, detached from worldly desires, he never takes off the string of prayer beads around his wrist. No one expected this ascetic Buddhist to one day descend from his sacred pedestal and become entangled in worldly affairs. - Wen Li, the frail beauty of the Wen family in the south of the city, has been famous since childhood. She is a pure flower hidden atop a snowy peak. After a sudden up 4.9kReads9.1Score440Shelves

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    All three of these books feature female protagonists who are in poor health and weak, but the male protagonists are incredibly kind to them!

25. 75 假 If Only You'd Let Me Be Young Again 假如许我再少年 Forest Bath森之汤Modern Romance268k WordsCompleted Ye Qingchen’s despair: She didn’t dare tell him she loved him. Zhou Shi’s grief: He didn’t have time to tell her he loved her. The phrase “if only” describes the overwhelming regret one feels over something that has already happened, and the futile fantasy of trying to change it. [The first time they met, he was twenty-five and she was twenty. He didn’t trust her and missed his chance to save her from despair, sealing her fate. The second time they met, he was thirty and she was twenty-five. The 5kReads9.1Score362Shelves

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    The female lead was physically weak and her life was nearing its end, but she was incredibly strong! The ending was so heartbreaking [I'm almost crying].

26. 76 怦 My Heart Beats Only for You 怦怦只为你 Elk Seventeen麋鹿十七Modern Romance272k WordsCompleted She pursues him at first, then he chases her later (many high school scenes have been removed, so read with caution if that bothers you!) Proud, aloof doctor × glamorous cellist “Xia Jiang, I like you. Have you decided if you’ll be my boyfriend yet?” Jiang Xia, beautiful and wild, fell for the arrogant, cold illegitimate son of a wealthy family, Xia Jiang. But Xia Jiang was sick of her, and everyone at Xuncheng No. 3 High School knew it. * Jiang Xia, the only daughter of a wealthy family in Xunc 2.1kReads8.6Score101Shelves

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    The first book features a female protagonist with a heart condition; the second has two male protagonists, with the male lead being physically weak; the third, although it's a pseudonym, reveals that the female protagonist has been the subject of experiments.

27. 77 大 The Big Shot Takes Down Everyone 大佬她干翻全场 Huai Si怀肆Modern Romance171k WordsCompleted The rating is low because not enough people have read it. Don’t let the rating put you off. Word is that a young girl has come to the capital and left Seventh Master utterly smitten. Everyone says, “She’s just a pretty face. She’s not good enough for Seventh Master.” But then it turns out she’s the top hacker in the world, a miracle doctor, and even the princess of Nine Paths. It seems her secret identities are never-ending. Later, her brothers and sisters all arrive, and every one of them is a 349Reads8.9Score—Shelves

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    These three books all feature female protagonists with poor health and frailty. [Add one to bookshelf] First book: Eight years ago, the male protagonist was saved by the female protagonist, and has been searching for her ever since. The female protagonist, Wen Zhi, has been in poor health since childhood, but is quite powerful and has many aliases. Second book: [Beautiful, Strong, Tragic, Crazy, Sickly Second Miss of the Shen Family: Shen Qingyao vs. Noble, Deeply Affectionate, Top-Tier Nobleman: Fu Shisi] The male and female protagonists marry first and then fall in love. Third book: The female protagonist is the daughter of a top family, and the male protagonist is the young master of a reclusive noble family.

28. 78 欲 Wild Desire 欲野 Silver Fir银杉Two Male Leads335k WordsCompleted [Two childhood friends + ruffian, bad-boy seme x refined, orchid-like uke + Book 2 in a trilogy] Danggui is a Chinese medicinal herb. It is warm in nature and sweet, pungent, and bitter in taste. There is a Chinese medicine clinic in Yuncheng called Danggui. Its owner, Mu Zelan, is named after a medicinal herb. Tall and elegant, he's as refined and otherworldly as an orchid, one of the Four Gentlemen of Chinese art. He is strikingly handsome and has turned down countless admirers. No one knows t 2.1kReads9.3Score228Shelves
29. 79 救 Help! Mr. Fu's Frail Wife Has Gone on a Rampage 救命！傅总家的病秧子夫人杀疯了 Young Master Ke公子珂Modern Romance271k WordsCompleted [Marriage first, love later + one-on-one, both devoted to each other + sweet romance] [Beautiful, powerful, tragic, and dangerously unhinged sickly girl vs. noble, devoted, top-tier powerful man] The Shen family has a second daughter with a short life expectancy, Shen Qingyao. Born sickly, she is timid and weak. The first time they meet, Fu Shisi sees the supposedly timid, weak invalid smiling as she plunges a knife into someone's chest. Then she looks at him with her big, pretty eyes and asks t 1.5kReads7.2Score107Shelves
30. 80 娇 Doting on Her: The Sickly Beauty Is an All-Round Powerhouse 娇宠：病美人她是全能大佬 Yuan Qiqi元柒柒Modern Romance324k WordsCompleted (Feel-good power fantasy + a touch of fantasy + doting romance + devoted to each other) [Heiress of the world’s foremost family] ✖️ [Young master of a reclusive aristocratic family] The young lady of the Wen family, the world’s foremost clan, has bright, lively eyes, rosy lips, and a beautiful face. Unfortunately, she suffered a serious illness at the age of twelve and was left with a chronic cough, earning her the name “sickly beauty.” When the grown-up heiress of the Wen family stands beneath 138Reads7.2Score—Shelves
31. 81 偏 His Favorite Wife: The Big Shot Is the Apple of My Eye 偏宠狂妻：大佬是我心头宝 Bouncy Glutinous Rice糯米跳跳Modern Romance1.5M WordsCompleted Gu Beifeng, the disowned daughter of the Gu family, is neither loved by people nor fond of flowers. But Jiang Ye, the young master of the Jiang family in Jiangdu, spoils her like the apple of his eye. Everyone says Young Master Jiang is ruthless and feared by all, someone best left alone. Jiang Ye: “Let me introduce you to my little fiancée. Everyone loves her, even the flowers bloom when they see her. She’s very well-behaved.” Everyone is stunned. “Young Master, are you sure you know what ‘well 545Reads9.0Score101Shelves
32. 82 今 Are We Divorced Yet? 今天和离了吗 Xin Moran心陌然Ancient Romance360k WordsOngoing The new book's starting price has just been set. It'll go up later! [Mutual purity x fictional setting x love at first sight x forced possession x fleeing while pregnant x power struggles x winning back his wife] Daughter of a general's family x heir to a prince's estate Shen Zhiwei had always thought their three-year divorce agreement was her way out. Until the agreement expired, and the kite she had set free with her own hands, like fate come undone, crashed before the Emperor... This story is 3.6kReads6.8Score104Shelves

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    The story begins with a pregnant woman going through a divorce. She's incredibly beautiful and tries to run away, but fails. She's then scared by the male lead and experiences various pregnancy symptoms, abdominal pain, and threatened miscarriage. The male lead feels sorry for her, regrets his actions, and is willing to risk his life to win her back. The female lead is weak during her pregnancy, and the male lead dotes on her immensely.

33. 83 快 Quick Transmigration: The Supporting Actress Keeps Stealing the Female Lead's Storyline 快穿女配专抢女主剧本 Breeze Dancing with Willows轻风舞柳Modern Romance4.1M WordsCompleted Gu Xishi, a big shot in the space-time realm, was forced to take the blame for someone else. Her experience points were wiped clean overnight, and she was punished by being sent to the Supporting Female Character Department. There, she had to follow the plot as a supporting female character, causing trouble and courting death until she finally died for real. When someone falls on hard times, plenty of people are happy to watch them suffer. Gu Xishi's response: “It's just following the plot and k 764Reads7.8Score118Shelves

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    The second world: The unrequited love, the female protagonist was frequently rushed to the hospital and died at the age of twenty.

34. 84 放 Dare to Love 放肆去爱 Tong, Just One Tong桐一个桐Modern Romance500k WordsCompleted [One-on-one, both leads are virgins, reunion after a long separation, rekindled love, mutual devotion, happy ending] [Hot-tempered, jealous, secretly soft-hearted, healing, loyal puppy x gentle and sweet, inwardly insecure, severe depression, little bunny] In high school, Chi Pei was a troublemaking menace with dyed blond hair who would fight without caring if he got hurt. Ye Qing was the only person among the students and teachers who dared to drag him aside and lecture him. Speaking slowly an 15.1kReads8.8Score1.1kShelves

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    The female lead suffered from severe depression. One day, the male lead's mother triggered another episode, causing her depression to erupt. Feeling that there was nothing left to live for, she attempted suicide by cutting her wrists in the bathtub at the male lead's house. He pushed open the door to the guest bathroom. He froze, staring at the scene before him. Half the water in the large bathtub was stained red. His beloved girl sat slumped in the water, her eyes closed, her face and lips deathly pale. Chi Pei, his eyes bloodshot, grabbed a clean towel and pressed it against her still-bleeding wound. He pulled Ye Qing, whose body was almost lifeless, from the tub and ran outside.

35. 85 重 When We Reunited, the Powerful Man's Eyes Turned Red; He Kissed Her and Whispered Sweet Nothings 重逢大佬红了眼，吻缠她，说情话 Jiu Jinli九金梨Modern Romance447k WordsCompleted [The short drama “A Second Promise to Nanyin” is now streaming] (Reunion from the start + rekindled love + secret crush + devoted to each other + deeply devoted young heir fiercely spoils his wife as he wins her back) That year, Pei Jingmo swept into Xu Nanyin’s life like a sweet storm, conquering both her body and her heart. The wealthy young heir, a carefree playboy, lowered himself to dote on her endlessly, and she fell madly in love with him. When an engagement announcement for him and anoth 25.3kReads9.1Score2.3kShelves
36. 86 慢 Slowly Falling Deep 慢慢深陷 Shi Bai时白呀Modern Romance330k WordsCompleted [Blind Heiress × Bodyguard] Both inexperienced in love / Happy Ending / No relationship angst [Roguish hero, neither good nor evil × Beautiful heroine, gentle on the outside but strong-willed within] Xin Yu’s first impression of Chen Yu was the scent of medicinal ointment on him, and his warm, pleasant voice. It was one afternoon. The villa’s butler brought the newly appointed head of security to meet her. She was practicing the piano in her room when someone stopped in front of her and introduc 1.7kReads8.9Score204Shelves
37. 87 药 The Fragile Beauty Weeps, While Tycoon Chen's Heart Trembles 药罐美人哭唧唧，财阀琛爷心肝颤 Spring and Autumn春与秋Modern Romance811k WordsCompleted Completed / Daddy-type boyfriend / 10-year age gap / adored by her brothers / devoted to each other, sweet romance A sweet, soft, delicate heiress in poor health ✘ a refined, wicked, possessive tycoon with deep devotion ☆ The pampered young lady returns home to honor her grandfather’s last wish and seeks refuge with the Chu family. He wears gold-rimmed glasses, is fastidious and refined, and stands straight, exuding authority without a word. After a ruler smacks her palm, the man glances sideway 1.8kReads8.8Score170Shelves

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    First book: Gentle and domineering CEO × Sickly and delicate wife; Second book: Sweet, obedient, and sickly heiress × Refined but wicked and obsessive CEO. Both are so sweet and doting, so good! [Heart][heart][heart]

38. 88 当 When a Person with Depression Meets a Hopeless Romantic 当抑郁症患者遇上恋爱脑 Empty Mountain in Spring春山空Modern Romance308k WordsCompleted [Love-struck computer science heartthrob VS depressed literature student] Jiang Li, whose family life was deeply unhappy, thought her bleak existence would remain stagnant. But someone’s arrival upended her plans and sent her life in an entirely new direction. Tips: “ I… I wasn’t abandoning you. I was wrong. It was my fault… I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you.” Pei Yanci’s expression darkened. His eyes reddened as he rested his chin on Jiang Li’s soft, fluffy head and struggled to speak. “It w 8.6kReads9.0Score938Shelves

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    The female lead suffers from depression. During a relapse around chapter 80, she breaks up with the male lead. At that moment, the male lead rushes to the hospital to take care of her (it's so sweet and reassuring [admiration]).

39. 89 北 The Heiress of Beicheng Goes Wherever She Pleases 北城千金她横着走 Ling Miaoyan凌妙烟Modern Romance233k WordsCompleted Gorgeous young heiress × childhood friend and one of North City’s overlords As the heiress of North City, Shu Mu had been the darling of the whole family since childhood. The phrase she heard most often was: “Do whatever you want. Your brother’s one of North City’s overlords, after all…” Then Shu Mu finally realized that her brother’s best friend, the other overlord of North City, was the best of the best. When he once again cleaned up a mess she’d made on her brother’s behalf, she threw herself 2.5kReads9.2Score251Shelves

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    The female lead suffers from a rare form of hemolytic disease and goes abroad for treatment, hiding it from everyone. The pain becomes unbearable, and she attempts suicide. The male lead finds out and quickly rushes to her side to be with her.

40. 90 快 Quick Transmigration: Back Off, You’re Asking for Trouble 快穿：别过来，你在找虐 A Little Morning and Evening一只朝夕Two Male Leads900k WordsCompleted [Dual Male Leads + Fake Coercion + Frail Health + Faking His Death + A Melodramatic Grab Bag] The small worlds all end badly. As a member of the Torture Fiction Team with exceptional professional skills, Xu Bai travels with the System, Xiao Liu, conquering one challenge after another until they reach a Grade B world. He is determined to max out the affection ratings, reach Grade A as soon as possible, and get promoted with a pay raise! There are two targets to win over in each world. The title h 6.4kReads9.1Score543Shelves

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    Who knows that being sickly is really delicious and looks great?

41. 91 灾 The Calamity's Beloved: Slaying All in My Path with Debuffs 灾厄体万人迷靠Debuff杀穿 Soybean Flour Rice Cake黄豆面年糕Two Male Leads486k WordsOngoing [Slow transmigration + two male leads + a disaster-prone, universally adored bottom + an apparently forceful top who actually throws himself at him] When Wu Tang was bound to a Villain System, he got a chance to draw a skill card. The skill he drew was [Love Plague]. As the name suggests, it's a skill that stirs up twisted love. But as love and protectiveness grow, so do possessiveness and murderous intent, spilling out of control. Until they claim him, imprison him, or hurt and kill him. The Sy 2.5kReads9.2Score329Shelves
42. 92 顶 Over-the-Top Devotion: I'm Just His Plaything 顶级狂爱：我只是他的掌中玩物 Yin Shuyi尹姝伊Modern Romance1.8M WordsOngoing A godlike Western male lead × a resilient, delicate Chinese heroine The main story is complete. [Dominant daddy type + transnational forced romance + wild and unhinged + mature man who takes the lead + devoted husband + jealous of everything + height and build difference + eight-year age gap + heroine is vulnerable early on] A carefully planned scheme gets Qiao Yimo kidnapped and sold on the black market. She can't speak the language, has no one to rely on, and is put through hell. Only one for 129.8kReads9.0Score12.6kShelves

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    She was delicate and weak at first, but the male lead took great care of her afterwards. [Drooling]

43. 93 春 Spring Sun 春日烈阳 Crispy Biscuit饼酥Modern Romance351k WordsCompleted [Fraile Girl × Boy Like the Scorching Sun] (Full novel completed) (Original title: Spring Sunshine) (Childhood Friends + Sweet Campus Romance + Everyday Life) (All characters are adults) When Xu Yu first came to Qinghe Middle School, she had one dream: to catch a snowflake in her hand as it fell on a wintry day. She thought, life was already so hard, so she ought to see a heavy snowfall at least once. So Xu Yu did her best to keep up with school while seeking treatment for her illness. Before sh 13.6kReads9.4Score1.6kShelves

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    I recently watched this show; the female lead has a congenital heart condition.

44. 94 离 After the Divorce, Mrs. Gu Is Broke and Miserable, and Mr. Gu Regrets It 离婚后夫人又穷又惨，顾总他悔了 Warm Beauty温暖佳人Modern Romance203k WordsCompleted [Brutal pursuit of his wife, followed by intense payback; deeply angsty, with both physical and emotional torment] To save Gu Yancang, Jiang Qingran was willing to be branded a traitor to the blood clan. After their divorce, she discovered she was pregnant and raised their child alone for five years, scraping by in misery. Amid the blood clan’s power struggle, she saved her son by fighting poison with poison, and was on the verge of death when her ex-husband found her. He only wanted her to desi 419Reads8.1Score—Shelves

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    If the female lead hadn't betrayed the male lead, he would have died. To save him, she betrayed him, leaving him deeply disappointed. After their divorce, she raised their child alone for five years, struggling financially. She suffered severe bleeding during childbirth, and because the male lead was a vampire, the child also fell ill. To save the child, she transferred the child's suffering onto herself, leaving her in very poor health. [Crying][crying]

45. 95 十 Eleven Years of Tides 十一年潮汐 Eat More Vegetables for Vitamins多吃蔬菜补充维生素Modern Romance355k WordsOngoing Male lead: Jiang Yusen (attending physician) Female lead: Shen Xiaxing (investment bank vice president) [Medical Romance / CEO Romance / Reunion After Years Apart / Meeting at the Top / First Love / Secret Crush / Workplace Romance] [A note before reading: Eleven Years of Tides is not a fast-paced wish-fulfillment story packed with gratifying moments. It explores family, friendship, love, careers, and more.] Eleven years passed like the ebb and flow of the tides, washing away promises from the 1.2kReads8.4Score114Shelves

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    The female lead suffers a sudden heart attack, and the male lead is a doctor.

46. 96 哭 Begging for Mercy Through Tears! My Ex Locked Me Up as Punishment 哭着求饶！被前男友关黑屋惩罚了 Wu Zhiye雾枝野Modern Romance275k WordsCompleted [Second Chance at Love] [Both Leads Are Chaste in Body and Mind] [Angst and Push-Pull Tension] [Locked-Room Confinement] Ji Wu transmigrated into a book, won over its gloomy villain, then left that world. Before she left, she broke up with him, humiliated him, and ran off with a rich man. Tan Xu hated her to the core. Three years later, the System malfunctioned, sending her back to the world of the book. "Ji Wu, you actually dare to come back? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Tan Xu hated her s 40kReads8.7Score5.2kShelves

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    This book features a female protagonist with depression, and a male protagonist who claims he wants to take revenge on her but still loves her very much. The male protagonist is a guiding type of lover. One thing I really like is that the male and female protagonists have mouths, and any misunderstandings are cleared up in just two or three chapters!

47. 97 指 A Feast at Your Fingertips 指尖盛宴 Forest Bath森之汤Modern Romance166k WordsCompleted Four years after they last saw each other, Gu Senning took Zeng Zhanzhan to court, accusing her of drugging him and taking the project files from his computer. He had no idea that four years earlier, she had been severely injured in a car accident while saving him, leaving her permanently blind... Later, Gu Senning was consumed by remorse. When she lay in the hospital, with no will to live, he was enjoying life! When she writhed in pain, her whole body convulsing and drenched in cold sweat, he s 4.3kReads8.2Score139Shelves

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    The female lead went blind and became frail as a result. The male lead was initially unaware and constantly misunderstood her, but later he went through a tumultuous journey to win her back. [Almost crying][Almost crying]

48. 98 青 My Childhood Sweetheart Knows My Heart, and He Keeps Circling Me 青梅知我意，竹马绕青梅 Mo Ling Yi Nian墨灵一念Modern Romance323k WordsCompleted A devout Buddhist young master from the capital’s elite circle × the cherished daughter of a prominent family, a frail and aloof beauty Childhood sweethearts + doted on by everyone + both strong Everyone in their circle knows that Mo Nianchen and Lin Anran grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Lin Anran was born prematurely and is more frail than most. Mo Nianchen never believed in Buddha, but for her to live a safe and peaceful life, he came to believe. Lin Anran: “Everyone else calls me N 1.6kReads8.4Score152Shelves

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    The male lead became a Buddhist monk in Beijing's elite circles for the sake of the female lead.

49. 99 宠 Spoil Her! When the Stutterer Gets Cute, the Big Shot Loses His Soul 宠她！小结巴一撒娇，大佬魂在飘 Little Stove in a Frenzy小炉乱撞Modern Romance281k WordsCompleted Growing-up romance + sweet devotion + possessiveness + controlling tendencies + size difference (They communicate openly, with no melodramatic misunderstandings.) For three years, Gu Hanzhou devoted an immense amount of time and effort to nursing Yun Xiyue, once a frail girl on the brink of death, back to health until she was like any other person. He cherished her and held her in the palm of his hand, so much so that he could hardly bear to lay a finger on her… 3.7kReads8.7Score292Shelves

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    The female lead is in very poor health, so the male lead takes her in and puts her in his care. She also has a slight stutter but is extremely dependent on him.

50. 100 京 A Night of Splendor in the Capital 京宴夜 Heaven Opens to Delusions天开妄想Modern Romance357k WordsCompleted [Ensemble cast from Beijing’s elite circles + formidable leads join forces + both sexually inexperienced + sweet romance + happy ending] [A frail but ruthless heiress from Macau + a devoted, devoted heir from Beijing’s elite] Everyone in their circle knows that the young master of Beijing’s elite keeps a string of Buddhist prayer beads that no one is allowed to touch. They are his taboo, a painful past no one dares bring up. The Shang family of Beijing has produced outstanding talents for genera 29.8kReads9.2Score4.3kShelves

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    Some people with weak bodies even have a history of self-harm.

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