All My Late Husbands Who Faked Their Deaths Have Returned

Sang Wu's husband went hunting in the mountains and had been gone for over a month. He had yet to return, and the neighbors all thought he was surely dead.

And for good reason: this was Sang Wu's third husband. Her first two had both died young.

Her reputation as a husband-killer had grown ever more notorious around town.

Though she was stunningly beautiful and graceful, no one dared ask for her hand anymore.

Her first husband was a hunter, tall and handsome, with great martial skills. He cherished her deeply. Aside from being insatiable in bed, he never let her suffer the slightest hardship.

Unfortunately, he lived in turbulent times. He was conscripted and sent to the battlefield, never to return alive.

Her second husband was a scholar, handsome as a jade tree and exceptionally good-looking. He was even more gentle and considerate toward her, personally doing her hair and makeup every morning. Only at night did he have too many tricks up his sleeve, often coaxing her sweetly while refusing to stop.

He died of an illness, taken by a bout of chills.

Her third husband... was really an accident.

Sang Wu had rescued him, and he was staying with her while he recovered. But on the anniversary of her late husband's death, she drank too much and mistook him for her dead husband, doing all sorts of outrageous things.

When she woke the next morning and saw scratches all over his lean back, then met his accusing gaze, Sang Wu had no choice but to take responsibility.

This husband was neither gentle nor considerate, and his cooking was awful. He was cold by nature, and in bed he was taciturn, rough, and never coaxed her. He also often complained that she was too delicate.

But Sang Wu was in the wrong. She had been the one to ruin his virtue, so she could only endure it in silence. Even when he bullied her badly, all she dared do was secretly hug her late husband's memorial tablet and cry.

Still, he was a capable worker. His strength was every bit as good for plowing the fields as her first husband's. After he disappeared, Sang Wu found it difficult to survive alone in this world, so she started thinking about finding another husband.

But just as she was getting married to her new husband, the courtyard gate swung open.

Her first husband had returned.

Later, Sang Wu discovered that her late husbands had never actually died. They had all come back to find her.

[Honest, devoted wife vs. General * powerful minister * young lord]

Blurb written on March 21, 2026, and screenshotted. Stolen ideas will be pursued.

Content warning: The heroine is not a virgin; all the men are.

A story written to indulge my tastes, all for romance, with a very high concentration of feelings. No forced moralizing.

The Gloomy Villains Are Fixated on Me

After falling into the water, Cui Lingyu had a nightmare.

In the dream, the Cui family was arrested, and the one who led the troops there was her adoptive older brother, Cui Yun.

Her father was imprisoned, the women of the family were confined to the estate, and a loyal servant risked his life to help her escape.

The once high-and-mighty young lady fell into the mud overnight. Everyone who had once respected and fawned over her was eager to kick her while she was down.

Some busybody even suggested, with a teasing smile, that she beg Cui Yun, who could surely give her a chance to survive.

But Cui Lingyu was stubborn to the core and planned to go to the capital alone to seek justice.

Yet the times were turbulent. She ran into bandits on the road, and as she hurried to hide, the Eastern Yang Prince, clad in gleaming silver armor, speared their leader.

He turned his horse around, and Cui Lingyu saw his face.

The man was the stable hand she had once humiliated at will!

Ling Qi saw her too.

He slowly curved his lips and said cruelly, “Kill them all. Leave no one alive.”

Cui Lingyu woke with a start.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a man kneeling on the ground, his body covered in whip marks.

His dark eyes lifted. It was Ling Qi.

The young lady of the Cui family had been in danger and was rescued by a lowly stable hand, ruining her reputation.

Cui Lingyu was spoiled and willful, and had whipped him until his skin was torn.

Now, seeing his handsome, sharp-featured face again and remembering how viciously he had run a spear through someone's throat in her dream, she shuddered and asked in a trembling voice:

“Does it hurt?”

Cui Lingyu had meant to use Ling Qi to change her tragic fate.

Later, when she was dragged back, trembling and glassy-eyed, she regretted that decision more than anything.

●

Cui Yun had been away from the estate for days. When he returned, he realized that the younger sister who had clung to him since childhood was starting to avoid him.

Even more outrageous, a lowly stable hand had defiled her.

He had intended to execute the servant, but then he saw his sister had taken a liking to him, smiling at him with a coquettish look.

His sister had been led astray; it was her older brother's failure to discipline her.

Cui Yun chose a suitable match for her, hoping to guide her back onto the right path.

But Cui Lingyu was far too unruly. Before the wedding, she eloped with that stable hand. When Cui Yun caught up with them, the man had Cui Lingyu pinned against a wall, kissing her.

His sister's cheeks were flushed from the wild stable hand's kisses, a delicate beauty he had never seen before.

Cui Yun rarely lost his temper, but he took matters into his own hands and shot an arrow at the stable hand.

Cui Lingyu was taken back and put under guard.

That night, the door opened, and Cui Yun's figure stood in the dim light, his expression unreadable.

He slowly took the prayer beads from his wrist, his voice so calm it was frightening.

“I gave you a choice: keep being my younger sister, or become my wife.

Since you no longer wish to call me older brother, then become my wife.”

●

Ling Qi had once been a lowly stable hand.

His young mistress was a nasty fool, but she was very beautiful, especially when she cried.

When her whip came down, the first thing to reach him was her fragrance, before the pain.

He watched her from the shadows, secretly hoping Cui Lingyu would be even crueler to him. That way, when he finally bullied her in return, no matter how beautifully she cried, he wouldn't go soft.

As usual, all male leads are virgins.

Theme: Be yourself.