After Faking My Death and Losing My Memories, I Married

[Emotionally oblivious heroine, adored by all, but with a groveling husband] (Next book: Bound to the Underworld Maiden-Mom System! Blurb at the end)

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Everyone says that trouble follows widows, but Shen Kaiyun’s husband is very much alive. Even so, people are always looking at her as if they want to say something but can’t bring themselves to.

The cold, stern Immortal Lord bows his head to her, swearing he’ll make her promise to be his disciple for all eternity.

A silver-eyed young man with no memories or past comes and goes without a trace, yet every time he lays eyes on her for the first time, he can’t help falling in love with her.

A weary mermaid waves to her from the river of time, calling her “my child.”

Even the Dragon-Aotian◾️◾️ inexplicably awakens an M side!

Shen Kaiyun: Is this what they mean by “the more friends you have, the more paths open up”?!

She revels in the joy of having so many friends, unaware that every one of these so-called friends fantasizes about savoring her inch by inch and swallowing her whole.

Until one day, she suddenly learns that all their love for her stems from guilt over having caused her death.

Looking at the hands reaching out to her one after another… she can only laugh at how ridiculous it all is.

*Past-life perspective:

Her master raised her, protected her, and taught her, so when Shen Kaiyun was framed, the only person she could think of was him.

“I want to see Master.” She struggled as the crowd closed in around her.

A man in the distance hurried toward her, cloaked in the morning dew, his expression cold. The half-drawn green sword at his waist shattered Shen Kaiyun’s deluded hopes.

He lowered his eyes. “You were the one who betrayed my principles first.”

His gaze was like that of someone looking at a withered leaf that had grown crooked.

Shen Kaiyun suddenly went limp.

No one could make a choice under his sword. Shen Kaiyun threw herself onto its blade. Before closing her eyes, she saw a pair of violet eyes tremble violently, and his brows draw tightly together.

She smiled with relief.

Chen Jingsheng must hate her, this stain on his life.

When she opened her eyes again, a thousand years had passed. Shen Kaiyun had not only forgotten her past and the people in it, but also gained a promising young husband.

This was for the best. She and that immortal above the clouds were meant to be strangers.

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When Chen Jingsheng was young, he was proud and arrogant. He never thought he could lose anything.

Anything that stood in the way of his principles deserved to be reduced to nothing.

But when his disciple truly lay lifeless at his feet, her pupils unfocused beneath his sword, he felt only bewilderment. Her five vital energies had shattered, her three souls were on the verge of scattering. The earth rang with the clash of metal, yet he could no longer lift the green sword in his hand.

Time wore away the ethics, moral codes, and notions of right and wrong he had clung to.

All that remained were the three characters of Shen Kaiyun’s name.

A thousand years later, when he met the girl again, Chen Jingsheng thought they could start over.

But when he saw the disciple he had yearned for standing beside a man and introducing him as her husband, only seething hatred remained in Chen Jingsheng’s heart.

Wasn’t he the person she trusted most?

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Half a lifetime of confusion had passed before he finally understood: in this life, his disciple no longer loved or thought of him.

But anything was acceptable, whether stealing or seizing, love or hatred. His disciple must never be separated from him, in this life or any other.

PS:

1. Brooding, obsessive male master x lively, oblivious heroine; HE

2. The male lead and male supporting characters are all virgins; adored-by-all story

Content warning:

1. The heroine is timid and softhearted, cries easily, avoids problems, and rarely takes the initiative.

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[Adored-by-all story: aloof, powerful cousin x principled foster brother x flirtatious wandering swordsman x male cross-dressing flower thief VS timid heroine]

After suddenly waking up in ancient times, with no parents, no money, and only one distant relative, a prestigious clan whose family had held high office for generations, Lin Rong couldn’t even get in line to sponge off them.

The good news: she was bound to a System.

The bad news: its full name was the Underworld Maiden-Mom System!

[Congratulations, Host, you have captured 1 Love and Desire Point. Attribute reward: skin as smooth as jade]

[Congratulations, Host, you have captured 1 Hatred Point. Attribute reward: eyes brimming with affection]

[Congratulations, Host, you have captured… Unregistered Aura reward: ****]

What in the world is that aura?!

When Lin Rong saw her reflection in the river, a face with slightly furrowed brows that stirred people’s desires, she immediately decided to dress as a man. Luckily, an old friend of her biological father found her and took her in as an adopted son. She also gained a foster brother who was the very picture of propriety.

Her brother was imposing and aloof. Though cold by nature, he treated her well. He often invited her to share a table and even a bed with him, making it hard for Lin Rong not to fall for him.

Until one day, after returning from a long journey, her foster brother shut his door and refused to see her. His voice, coming through the door, was cold enough to make Lin Rong shiver.

“Little brother, you’re old enough now. It’s time to marry.”

On her wedding night, the red candles flickered as her bride, fragile and timid, trembled against her chest.

Even though the bride stood a full head taller than her.

Hearing the lovely bride softly call, “Husband, I’m scared,” Lin Rong burst into tears. There was no escaping this marriage.

Worse still, the sword-wielding wanderer she’d met by chance climbed over her wall after the wedding and looked meaningfully at her wife. “Your wife’s hands are quite unlike those of an ordinary woman. They’re not nearly as delicate.”

This man wanted to steal her wife. Lin Rong held her darling close and firmly refused.

And her cousin, whom she should have kept at a distance, began appearing at her door. His gaze was dark. “Cousin, you’re so timid you can’t even keep your own wife in line? Do you need me to…”

“I’ll teach you.”

She shrank back, but her cousin gave a low laugh, the darkness in his eyes growing deeper.

Lin Rong had no idea that late at night, her delicate wife would roll over and pin her to the bed, running her fingers through Lin Rong’s loose dark hair as she murmured hoarsely, “Good husband, do you love women, or… men?”

She knew even less that on the night of her wedding, her foster brother had crushed his ring in his hand and spent the entire night staring at the rain and clouds outside her room, unable to sleep.

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Cui Fang had always detested fools and cowards, especially cowardly men.

But when he first met that cousin whose name he couldn’t remember, seeing the short young man with cowardice written all over his face, he felt an inexplicable, violent urge to control him.

He would take it upon himself to properly educate his cousin on behalf of the boy’s parents.

But when he learned that his cousin was actually a girl, he gazed at the fine spring rain beneath the eaves and realized how he should treat her more appropriately.

Why not teach her about the ways of men and women through their intimate affairs?

And if his cousin was a girl…

Then she should have been his wife all along.

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To speak improperly and act without restraint is to invite disgrace.

Once Xie Yuan realized that everything he thought and did each day was improper, all he could do was suppress these reckless impulses.

He casually selected a family for her, and Lin Rong couldn’t refuse.

Later, Lin Rong became Lin Rong, and little brother became little sister. And even little sister was no longer his sister.

This was wrong.

Whether Lin Rong or Lin Rong, she should be the delicate butterfly at his fingertips, circling his knees for the rest of her life, cared for and protected by him.

This was wrong.

He knew it.

Theme: Loving life can make the world a better place.