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Books by Qian Qiuyu

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  1. The Grudge Bone Betrothal 怨骨聘 Mystery504k WordsCompleted In the main hall, a person dressed in wedding robes stood before the ancestral tablets. His toes hovered half an inch above the floor. Beneath the hem, there was nothing but empty space. He had no shadow. “Bow to each other.” When those hands clutched her wrist, they were bone-chillingly cold, like a stone dredged from a well. His red tassel hat dropped to the floor with a smack, revealing a handsome, deathly pale face. But his eye sockets were two black holes, and black blood ran down his che 117Reads—Score—Shelves
  2. I Give You Frosted Sugar, You Give Me Tears 予你糖霜,赠我泪光 Modern Romance232k WordsCompleted “He is Lu, a man who can turn the clouds with one hand and summon rain with the other. Cold as ice to everyone else, he still bends down to tie her shoelaces, remembers that she doesn't eat cilantro, and tells her, when rain ruins her sketches, ‘I'll buy you the entire art supply store.’ ‘Lu Shiyan, do you like me?’ He drew her into his arms, his voice low. ‘It's not that I like you. I love you.’ #SweetRomance #MutualDevotion #HisTendernessIsOnlyForHer” 14Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. My Lazy, Money-Grubbing Empress 联的咸鱼财迷皇后 Ancient Romance352k WordsCompleted Reborn on the night before she is summoned to the emperor's bed, she finally sees the light: Why fight for favor? Why scheme and struggle? In this life, I just want to be a lazy nobody, quietly making it to the age when I can leave the palace. Even becoming a nun would be better than dying in the palace! So, on the night she is summoned to his bed The emperor loosens her sash, and she frowns, clutching her chest. “Your Majesty, I’ve suddenly developed heart palpitations…” The emperor leans close 2Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. The Curse of the Coffin-Bride's Haunted Tower 嫁棺阴楼咒 Mystery274k WordsCompleted The bridal sedan carried her not to a happy marriage, but into a living coffin. Forced to take another woman’s place in the marriage, Yu Qianye became the “array core” chosen by Yinlou the moment she stepped into the Somber Pavilion. Sticky fluid drips from bloodwood beams, paper effigies bear the faces of the dead, and whispers from the bottom of a well call out her name... This is the chessboard on which Gongsun Mo “nurtures evil to resist the coffin demon,” and a cage where the fates of three 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  5. Infinite: A Plan Spanning Ten Billion Years 无限:只为超越百亿年布局 Eastern Fantasy103k WordsOngoing That day, the thunder in Fulei Valley fell silent. The sheep died, but the dim-witted boy lived. After obtaining a jade pendant while saving a beauty, he began a life of transmigration and reincarnation. Through countless turning points in time, he searched through the memories of reincarnation and reshaped the laws of the world. Every step brought him infinitely closer to the truth, yet he always felt he had not managed to break free. But what I want is infinite possibility, so I can surpass a —Reads—Score—Shelves
  6. The Coffin Bride: City of Ten Thousand Coffins 嫁棺儿:万棺城 Fantastical Romance290k WordsCompleted If Yu Qianye had known that being a substitute bride meant marrying a haunted house that ate people, she would rather have found a white silk sash and hanged herself in a coffin shop. When the wedding wine turned into writhing blood leeches in her throat, and the corpse on the beam opened its ashen eyes, she finally understood: she had never been a bride at all, only a sacrifice waiting to be offered. Then the silent young man shielded her from spreading corpse moss, and the gentle maid split op —Reads—Score—Shelves
  7. Scorched Bones, Burning Heart: A Wicked Woman's Redemption 灼骨焚心:恶女的救赎 Modern Romance154k WordsCompleted Chu Yao died on her twentieth birthday. Chu Weiwei, the fake heiress she'd protected for ten years, smiled as she pushed her off the rooftop. In her final moments, she saw Shen Mo, the boy she'd called “the chauffeur's son” and forced to drop out of school, standing by the sea before a blank gravestone. His fingertips were worn bloody as he carved the character for “Yao,” and he whispered, “In our next lives, let me protect you.” When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the night she turn —Reads—Score—Shelves