When a Couch Potato Gets Tangled Up with a Stone-Faced Judge

(Coming next: Bound Bride. The blurb is at the end. Please add it to your collection~)

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Cui Lingwu came from the Qinghe Cui clan, one of the Five Great Houses and Seven Noble Families. Raised amid luxury, she was a noble young lady whose life was going quite well.

Until one day, she became a suspect and laid eyes on a handsome gentleman.

Rumor had it he was like a snow lotus on a high mountain, cold as ice.

Rumor had it he made a name for himself at a young age, solved cases with divine skill, and was a close aide to the emperor.

Cui Lingwu immediately did two things:

First, she cried.

Second, she ran over and clung to his leg.

She had no idea that Pei Yan's fingers trembled when he recognized her.

He'd thought she'd died eight years ago.

In the twenty years Pei Yan had lived, he had been upright and proper, noble and incorruptible, a paragon of virtue in Chang'an. His only blemish was that when he was twelve, a girl had pulled his pants down in public.

On Zhuque Avenue, amid a sea of people, he calmly bent down and pulled up his trousers without changing expression.

Everyone praised his composure at such a young age, calling him the Qilin son of the Pei clan, a true model of integrity.

But he had sworn never to see her again. He hadn't expected that their parting would be a farewell between life and death, never to meet again in this lifetime.

In the dead of night, he often dreamed of that bloody scene, with severed limbs and flowers blooming from dry bones. It was a debt he owed a girl, one he could never repay in this life.

And now she was clinging to his leg, tears in her eyes, shouting that she was innocent.

After years of drowning in guilt, Pei Yan's heart finally stirred again.

Later, the girl fell for his looks and pursued him, insisting they get married.

But he said, “I have no interest in romance.”

The Pei family's matriarch could never be a woman with such an unruly disposition.

Later still, all of Chang'an knew:

The Pei family would spare no effort to ensure my Awu lived a hundred years without worry.

On their wedding night, the red candles flickered.

The bride lifted a slender finger and tugged off his underpants.

Pei Yan's face grew hot, but he was only relieved: at least this time, it was happening in bed.

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[Reader's Guide]

① The heroine lost her memories as a child and has forgotten her past. She will not regain her memories during the story. Please keep this in mind before reading.

② Both are virgins, one-on-one romance, happy ending. The romance is the focus, and the criminal cases serve the romance.

③ The male lead is stubborn in the early chapters and gets his comeuppance later. The face-slapping may be late, but it will come.

④ The heroine is laid-back but proactive, never groveling. The male lead has been proper for twenty years, but breaks every rule for her.

⑤ Lighthearted, sweet romance. The heroine won't suffer, but the male lead's stubborn heart will.

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Bound Bride

[Obsessive, mad young lord × roguish, sharp-tongued bandit]

Forced marriage|Love and hate|One-on-one

Jade-green peaks disappear into mist; autumn settles over a city by the river.

Jiang Wanxing, young lord of Luosang, took heaven and earth as witnesses, swore a blood oath, and kidnapped a foreign man, forcing him to perform the three wedding bows with her.

First bow: love at first sight. You must be the one.

The man struggled. “Let me go.”

Second bow: sun and moon pass, heaven and earth bear witness.

He gritted his teeth. “Shameless.”

Third bow: beneath the stars, we share one fate in life and death.

His voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with humiliation and hatred. “...You're insane.”

Jiang Wanxing lifted an eyebrow and smiled. “The ceremony is complete.”

The chains rattled night after night.

She loved watching him suppress his desire, stubbornly grit his teeth, and resist. Even more, she loved his delicate, peach-blossom face and the shattered, bewitching look in his glistening eyes.

“Xie Mingye, you're mine. In life and death, we never part.”

When Xie Mingye first arrived in Luosang City, he often caught glimpses of a young girl's silhouette.

Later, she called him “Brother” and told him that if he missed her, he should put a sprig of four-o'clock flower by the window.

He scoffed.

Luosang would never be his home.

Only when he was driven to the brink did he learn that the young woman seated high above was the young lord of Luosang, a woman who could command countless insects and whom everyone avoided.

She kidnapped him and imprisoned him in her manor for half a year.

He should have hated her, drunk her blood, and devoured her flesh.

But when she truly fell into his hands, what surged into his mind first was her unique tuberose fragrance, and the nights upon nights they'd spent entangled, losing track of day and night.

He thought he must have gone mad too.

Jiang Wanxing was pinned beneath him, yet she smiled and murmured, “Snow covers Cang Mountain. That's how you looked when I first saw you.”

Xie Mingye bent down and bit her. “A beast trapped in a cage. That's what you deserve for seeing me again.”

One-line summary: You've got it wrong, Brother. You're the one marrying me.

Theme: The past can be forgotten, but a true heart can cross ten thousand mountains