Save search

Name these filters to come back to them later.

Fanqie catalogue

Books by Daytime Fishy

Matches
7

Fanqie books matched on the author's name.

Reset
  1. Hidden in the Capital: The Commander-in-Chief's Every Move Is Calculated 京野藏娇:首长他步步为营 Modern Romance287k WordsCompleted She is the most pampered sickly rose in the capital’s elite circles. Born with heart disease, she has been hospitalized thirty-seven times in nineteen years, with a whole drawer full of critical-condition notices. Her greatest wish in life is simply to live long enough to see next year’s red leaves. He is the youngest major general from a family of military and political power. He is iron-fisted and expects unquestioning obedience. He has never bowed his head to anyone, except the girl in the h 704Reads—Score106Shelves
  2. Apocalypse Diner: One Bowl of Soup Wins Over an Anorexic Big Shot 末世饭馆:一碗汤收服厌食大佬 Sci-Fi & Apocalypse247k WordsCompleted The apocalypse arrives, and zombies overrun the world. Su Wan awakens a pocket dimension for growing vegetables. While others fight over moldy bread in the ruins, she cooks hot pot in her safehouse. While others run for their lives from zombies, her powerful bodyguard chops the monsters down behind them. The first time the big shot from the anorexia-stricken base tries her cooking, he says with a cold expression, “It’s average.” Then he quietly eats three bowls. Later, when enemies show up to ca 10Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. The 1970s Farm: An Educated Youth Builds a Career with Her Space 七零农场:知青带空间搞事业 Modern Romance217k WordsCompleted This is the story of Su Wan, a young intellectual sent to the countryside, putting down roots and working hard on a farm in the 1970s. When she first arrives, she faces barren land and harsh conditions, but she refuses to back down. With her resilient nature and a mysterious pocket dimension she acquired by chance, she quietly works to change things for the better. The water in her pocket dimension nourishes the hard, compacted soil, and the plump seeds flourish in her hands. She and the kindhe 6Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. The Stand-In’s Lies 替身的谎言 Modern Romance172k WordsOngoing Wen Yining was Gu Yan's stand-in for three years. It was because she looked like his beloved. She wore the colors his beloved liked, used her favorite perfume, and came whenever he called on her beloved's birthday. She told herself, “Don't fall for him. This is just a job.” Until one day, after getting drunk, Gu Yan pinned her against a wall. His gaze was wild and desperate. “Wen Yining, when are you finally going to look at me? I'm not Gu Yan. I'm his younger brother, Gu Huai.” In a single 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  5. Rouge and Thorns 胭脂荆棘 Ancient Romance256k WordsOngoing They were once the brightest jewels in the imperial capital, but overnight they became caged birds struggling in the mire. I am Shen Zhiwei, once the daughter of a high-ranking minister, now the “Hidden Moth,” weaving webs in the darkness. They are a divine physician’s daughter, a wealthy woman from Jiangnan, an orphan from a military family... We use the lowliest identities as cover, lying in wait under our enemies’ noses. Ten years in hiding, bound by a blood oath. What we mean to reclaim is —Reads—Score—Shelves
  6. The Divine Physician’s Concubine-Born Daughter: From Discarded Girl to Star with a Pocket Dimension 神医庶女:靠空间从弃女到红人 Ancient Romance156k WordsCompleted Su Yao, a medical genius from the modern world, transmigrates into the body of an illegitimate daughter of the Marquis’s household who was thrown into a mass grave? She opens her eyes and is immediately pursued by assassins. She pulls a scalpel out of her spatial dimension. Her stepmother tries to ruin her reputation? She uses medicinal herbs from her space to make a miraculous ointment, delivering such a face-slapping blow that even her own mother wouldn’t recognize her. Her legitimate elder si —Reads—Score—Shelves
  7. The Curtain Rises at Midnight 零点开锣 Mystery187k WordsOngoing The Guanghe Opera Troupe has one ironclad rule: never strike the gong at midnight. Because the performance at twelve isn’t meant for human eyes. When Lin Nian woke, she was standing before an abandoned opera stage from the Republican era. The gong had sounded, and the show had begun. Her teammates told her that the last team to enter this instance had all died during the third act. And their bodies were sitting in the audience. The opera was still going. They were still listening. —Reads—Score—Shelves