Raising a Beloved Husband (Matriarchal Society)

The first time Song Zheng saw Wen Jingkui, his thin back was straight as he knelt. When he looked up at her, his lashes trembled, and his face was as breathtakingly beautiful as peach blossoms in spring.

She had heard that the Wen family had fallen on hard times and had come to seek refuge with the Song family. They hoped to honor the betrothal between their son and Song Zheng's niece. The Song family was powerful and had been in business for generations, so they naturally looked down on the fallen Wen family. But Song Zheng let them stay.

Song Zheng was ruthless and had lived a life of abstinence for years, yet she developed a little interest in her niece's fiance. Only a little, though, not enough to make her steal her niece's husband. Besides, if she had wanted him, Wen Jingkui would have been nothing more than a canary for her to tease in a cage.

But later, in the drizzling rain, Wen Jingkui knelt in her arms, his slender hand gripping her sash. He tilted his delicate white neck up and begged obediently, "Please, Auntie, save my mother."

Song Zheng lowered her eyes and smiled faintly. "What will you give me in exchange?"

The person in her arms trembled as he undid Song Zheng's sash, then removed his own clothes. His lashes fluttered like a startled butterfly. "Please, Auntie, cherish me."

Song Zheng's gaze darkened. She pulled him into her arms. He tilted his head and cautiously offered her his red lips. Song Zheng stroked Wen Jingkui's slender waist, drawing a soft whimper from him. Her expression grew dark, and her movements gentled.

When Wen Jingkui first met Song Zheng, he was a little afraid of her. But when the Song family's elders framed him, showed him nothing but contempt, and tried to drive him out, a tall figure strode into the main hall and cleared his name, allowing his family to stay with the Songs.

Wen Jingkui still feared Song Zheng, but he was sincerely grateful to her.

Later, when his mother was framed and he had nowhere else to turn, Wen Jingkui mustered his courage and went to Song Zheng for help, offering his body in exchange for a chance. He stayed by her side. Whenever they tangled together in bed, he would remind himself, "I'm just a canary Song Zheng teases in her spare time." But he couldn't stop himself from falling for her. Later, when they were deep in the throes of passion, Wen Jingkui discovered that Song Zheng had played a part in framing his mother.

Both are devoted to each other. Eight-year age gap. Normal anatomy; women can give birth. The female lead is a transmigrator with little attachment to others and is no saint. She forcefully takes the male lead in the middle and later parts of the story. The male lead is beautiful, but not weak.

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Everyone said He Lian Guan was lucky. At thirteen, he was adopted by the Nan family, rulers of the seas, and before long he became the wife of Nan Yan, the young master of the family. But a year later, they ended up divorcing.

After the divorce, He Lian Guan left the Nan family and officially entered the Buddhist clergy, becoming the only disciple of Master Yuanhui, under the Dharma name Guannan.

Three years later, Guannan went to Lingnan to help a friend pacify the pirates. There, she ran into Nan Yan. He was even more beautiful than before, his looks bold and dazzling, but he had become steadier. His eyes were full of hatred and fury as he stared at Guannan. "What? You heard I'm getting married and can't even offer me your congratulations?"

Guannan's eyes were deep as mountain mist, distant and ethereal. She gazed quietly at Nan Yan. "Congratulations." Nan Yan's resentment only deepened. He gritted his teeth. "You really should congratulate me. She's not frail like you. I'll be able to have children with her."

Guannan smiled faintly, lowering her eyes, at peace with herself.

The Nan family had a special bloodline, and Nan Yan was the only one of his generation. He had been doted on since childhood. But after meeting Guannan, he wanted only one thing: all of her love and desire.

As a young married couple, they had once awkwardly explored all the intimate things spouses did together. But because they were so young, cracks gradually appeared between them. The greatest problem was that they had yet to have children, and the Nan elders grew increasingly dissatisfied.

During an argument, Nan Yan lost his temper and said the word divorce. He fainted from anger and distress. By the time he woke up, half a year had passed, and everyone told him that he and Guannan were divorced.

To keep Guannan by his side, Nan Yan relied on the effect of the Wife-Binding spell to share her bed every month. But after six months of this, Guannan forced him to swallow a pill that would break the spell.

Nan Yan cried out in fear and fury. "Am I in your way because you're looking for someone new? Is that why you're so desperate to get rid of me?"

Guannan looked down at him, her expression calm and indifferent. Without a word, she pinched his mouth open and forcefully made him swallow the pill. Her voice was cool. "You should have a child."

Nan Yan hated Guannan, but at the height of his hatred, love followed close behind. If the Nan elders had forced Guannan to leave him because their bloodline could not be passed down, then he would bear a child with Guannan himself, no matter the cost.

1. Both are devoted to each other. Women can give birth, but don't; men can give birth. Very melodramatic.

2. Important: The male lead is completely unhinged, and the female lead will discipline him.

3. There is a transmigrator, and they're not a good person.

My Old Flame Is Flirting With Me Again (Female-Dominated World)

Three hundred years after leaving her sect, Chu Liuzhao received a message from it. She hadn't wanted to go, but in the end, she still went with her sword in hand.

A group of Liuxian Sect disciples were attacked by evil spirits while out on an expedition. At the critical moment, a serrated sword tore through the air, and the spirits vanished in an instant.

The group looked over. The woman was tall, with a handsome, defiant face. She was Chu Liuzhao, the sect's founding genius and its strongest cultivator.

Chu Liuzhao had joined the Liuxian Sect as a child. Back then, it was an insignificant little sect. Together with her fellow disciples, she had raised its standing one sword stroke at a time.

After it became the number one sect, disciples from humble backgrounds who had great talent were suppressed at every turn. Chu Liuzhao was ostracized as well, and eventually all the talented disciples from poor families left.

Chu Liuzhao's master was also forced to leave. Chu Liuzhao was the last to go, and she and the lover who had once stood beside her chose different paths.

After three hundred years apart, Chu Liuzhao looked at the former lover with whom she had once shared tender moments and passionate nights. She lowered her eyes and said indifferently, "Long time no see."

Leng Shuangxi, now an elder of the sect, had long since grown distant and detached. His composure crumbled in an instant. He stared at her, his voice hoarse. "It has been a long time."

Chu Liuzhao had planned to leave once she had escorted the disciples to safety. But her old flame threw himself into her arms, clung to her, and kept his eyes on her every moment. Those cool eyes now held only obsession and the unease hidden beneath overwhelming possessiveness.

Chu Liuzhao kept herself restrained and distant until Leng Shuangxi lay naked on her bed, smiling, his eyes clear and gentle, just as they had been when he was young.

Chu Liuzhao gazed at him, her eyes dark, and lifted one of his strands of hair between her fingers. "Does your Daoist partner know you seduce your old flame like this?"

Leng Shuangxi hooked an arm around her neck. Madness marked his snow-white face as he coaxed, "Isn't someone else's partner more fun?"

Chu Liuzhao didn't hold back. She had plenty of ways to enjoy someone else's partner.

She thought the two of them were simply driven by desire, tangled together in bed, and would go their separate ways once she had escorted the disciples away.

But the secrets behind the sect's oppression, her master's departure, the increasingly powerful ghosts, and Leng Shuangxi's Daoist partner were gradually revealed, one by one.

The Heavenly Dao had always favored Chu Liuzhao. After all, she was the first person in this world to achieve such strength at a young age that the Heavenly Daos of other small worlds envied it.

1. Important: Both are devoted to each other. This is not traditional xianxia; the author has made up a lot of things.

2. Women are naturally exceptionally talented, can establish their foundations right away, and cultivate quickly.

Theme: Sincerity for sincerity.