Name: A Bewitching Beauty
Author: Xu Bai Ci

Synopsis

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While He Heng struggled to grow up under the abuse of his biological father, Yin Mi had already become the renowned beauty of Luoshui Village.

When her friends failed to catch his attention and mocked He Heng, saying he'd be a bachelor for life, Yin Mi looked at him chopping wood in his ragged clothes and thought he seemed like a good man.

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One rainy night, Yin Mi knocked on He Heng's door and told him she was being forced to marry a rich gentleman as his concubine. He Heng narrowed his eyes, dazed, as if everything before him were a dream.

Otherwise, how could the girl he had longed for, the one he thought it sacrilegious even to look at too long, be standing right beside him?

"You want me to marry you?" His voice was hoarse, his dark eyes cold.

Yin Mi drew back fearfully and bit her lip. "Would you?"

He Heng closed his eyes for a moment. "I would."

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Please add my upcoming novel to your reading list: How to Save the Villain: Transmigrate into a Book

An Yue transmigrated into a book, where she was the spoiled, ill-tempered youngest daughter of the prime minister.

The System gave her a mission: stop the villain from rebelling and slaughtering everyone. Only after completing it could she go home.

At that point, the villain was still a frail, seemingly harmless slave.

She took pity on him and planned to treat him well, raising him into a virtuous, kind, well-rounded young man.

But the villain grabbed her by the throat and stared at her darkly, demanding to know what she was after.

An Yue: To hell with this. I'm done.

Yan Jing realized he was ill. Whenever he angered An Yue, he could hear her thoughts. Just like now.

He tried using the same method to hear what other people were thinking, but got nothing.

He said, "You wicked witch."

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An Yue had had enough. This little psycho probably couldn't be set straight.

There was another way to stop the world from falling apart: bring him together with the book's universally adored heroine.

With the heroine there to comfort him, Yan Jing didn't rebel and even learned how to smile like a normal person.

An Yue lay back like a lazy fish, waiting to go home, and ignored Yan Jing's sarcasm and cutting remarks.

One rainy night, the System's urgent alert woke her. It told her she had failed her mission.

While she stared in confusion, the door was kicked open. Yan Jing stepped inside, one step at a time, carrying a bloodied knife.

His gloomy dark eyes fixed on her. He smiled and said, "You're not going back."

Don't even think about leaving me behind.

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Claiming You

After two years of marriage to a husband who treated her as if he were dead, Tang Yao decided to ask for a divorce and let them both be free.

But not long after she sent the message, she saw terrifying news that her husband had been caught in a chain-reaction crash on an elevated highway.

Huo Ji was the only son of the Huo family. If anything happened to him, it wouldn't just shake the business world. Tang Yao was sure her mother-in-law, who couldn't stand her, would make her pay with her life.

She hurried to the hospital, where she found herself with a husband whose memory had gone haywire?

"Do you know my name?"

Huo Ji's gaze was calm. "Yes. Tang Yao, my wife."

Tang Yao paused. "Then what did you just ask me?"

Huo Ji handed her his phone, his voice a little hoarse. "Why do you want to divorce me? What have I done wrong?"

Tang Yao: !

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At a banquet in the capital, the wealthy young women were having their usual spiteful discussion about when Huo Ji would dump Tang Yao.

Then Tang Yao arrived with her arm linked through Huo Ji's. The man was aloof and distinguished, the woman radiant and beautiful.

It was a ladies-only party, the kind where men weren't allowed. Everyone gaped in shock, but no one dared complain.

Tang Yao smiled apologetically. "Sorry, my husband has been a little clingy lately."

He really was clingy, sob. He couldn't even bear to be away from her for five minutes.