After I Faked My Death, My Childhood Friend Went Mad

[Chasing the Wife to the Crematorium / Two Male Leads / Coercive Possession / Sweet Romance]

On the day the imperial marriage decree was issued, flowers filled the streets of Bianjing.

Chu Yaoyao knelt in the front row in her wedding robes. When the eunuch read, "The daughter of the Chu family, Yaoyao, is betrothed to Lu Jinan," the corner of her eye caught the faintest tremor in the fingers of the man beside her.

She thought he was probably happy.

After all, everyone in the capital said they were a perfect match, made for each other. And Chu Yaoyao had believed that after more than ten years as childhood friends, there must be some genuine affection hidden beneath his frowns and impatience.

Until the victory banquet, when Lu Jinan accepted the imperial decree, then calmly declared amid everyone's congratulations, "Your servant's heart belongs to someone else. I dare not deceive His Majesty."

He turned to look at the cousin who lived in the Lu residence. The tenderness in his eyes was something Chu Yaoyao had never seen before.

The hall erupted in shock.

When Chu Yaoyao rose to leave, her skirts brushed the green bricks. No one noticed.

·

That night, she wandered into a forbidden part of the palace and overheard a secret she should never have heard.

That night, a great fire blazed into the sky.

In the flames, Chu Yaoyao saw Lu Jinan hurrying past with that woman in his arms. When he passed her, he did not even lower his head to look.

She wanted to call his name, but smoke filled her throat.

It turned out that more than ten years together meant less to him than a single tear from his cousin.

·

Later, word spread through the capital that the legitimate daughter of Duke Chu had died in the fire.

Only Lu Jinan knew that she had died before his eyes.

He searched the entire ruin and finally fell to his knees in the ashes, picking up a jade hairpin, burned beyond recognition. It was the one he had casually tossed back to her when he was fifteen. He had thought she threw it away long ago.

She had kept it all this time.

·

Later still, the frontier celebrated a great victory, and the young general returned to the capital.

Rumor had it that the decisive young general had brought back a mysterious woman. He never showed her to anyone, but cherished her dearly and spoiled her without restraint, to the envy of the whole city.

At the victory banquet, Lu Jinan glimpsed the woman's profile from afar. His wineglass crashed to the floor.

She turned around, her gaze passing over him as if he were an insignificant shadow.

The young general beside her calmly drew her hand into his sleeve and leaned down to say something. She smiled faintly. Lu Jinan had never seen her smile like that. It was more vivid than every cold look he had ever given her combined.

At last, he went mad trying to find out her name.

People laughed at him. "What nonsense is Lord Lu talking? She's General Gu's fiancée. The Chu family is long gone. Where would a Miss Chu come from?"

Only General Gu glanced at him, his expression calm.

His gaze held the composure of a victor.

·

A little extra:

Later, an amusing story spread through Bianjing.

The cool, self-possessed Lord Lu of the Grand Preceptor's residence had gone strangely mad for some reason. Day after day, rain or shine, he waited in the alley behind the young general's mansion.

Someone asked what he was waiting for.

After a long silence, he rasped, "Someone I lost."

At the end of the alley, the carriage from General Gu's residence rolled slowly out.

A corner of the curtain lifted, revealing half a familiar face.

She glanced at him, then...

Lowered the curtain right in front of him.

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Chasing the Wife to the Crematorium

Two male leads

One is the handsome, untamed childhood friend,

and the other is the devoted, scheming young general.

One-on-one romance, both are virgins, happy ending

Theme: Before you love someone else, learn to love yourself.