[Please add my new novel, The Chief Minister's Growth Game, to your collection!]
Blurb:
Fu Jinyu transmigrated into a household-strife novel as the wicked female supporting character. She had only just escaped the fate of harming the heroine and then getting harmed in return when she was forced to bind herself to a sign-in System.
The sign-in System rewarded her with modern-day items, but using it cost mental energy. For the next few days, she would feel weak in her arms and legs and mentally exhausted.
By chance, she discovered that touching the male lead's great-uncle, the emperor's uncle, Prince Jing Cui Jiuling, sped up her mental energy's recovery.
Fu Jinyu rubbed her hands together.
Should she make a move? Make a move? Or make a move?
*
Prince Jing Cui Jiuling was powerful and noble, with peerless looks, but aloof and arrogant, and uninterested in women. Countless noble ladies had made advances toward him, only for him to cruelly snap their hopes in half.
At first, Cui Jiuling strongly resisted Fu Jinyu's attempts to get close. "Don't think that saving my mother's life means you can use that favor to demand I marry you."
A little while later, he eyed the food box in her hands. "Don't think that winning over my mother and knowing how to make a few rare dishes will make me give in."
Later, she saved his life with Western fever medicine, and he insisted once again, "I can give you money or secure official positions for your father and brothers. Ask for anything you like, but not me."
Then he saw her going everywhere with her male cousin, and jealousy consumed him. Only then did he realize that the young woman had somehow conquered his heart.
He dragged her into his manor, pinned her against the wall, and kissed her fiercely, then demanded in a cold voice, "Since you went out of your way to tempt me, you should see it through. Who said you could give up halfway?"
Even a heart of stone couldn't resist her charm.
Reading notes:
1. Both leads are sexually inexperienced.
2. The female lead isn't a helpless clinging vine, and she has a golden finger.
3. Sweet romance, sweet romance, sweet romance.
New novel: The Chief Minister's Growth Game. Please add it to your collection!
Blurb: A young lady cousin named Yun Ling came to the Yongping Marquis household to seek refuge with the old madam.
The servants gossiped among themselves, saying that the young cousin was so poor she couldn't afford a single needle or thread, and relied on the marquis household for every meal. She was obviously there to sponge off them.
With a hundred thousand taels in banknotes tucked away, Yun Ling nodded emphatically. "You're right. I'm so poor I can't afford a thing."
Spending her own money couldn't compare to how good it felt to spend someone else's.
Even better, her phone had come along with her when she transmigrated.
Although all that remained on it was the Chief Minister Growth Game app she had downloaded right before transmigrating, completing quests still earned her rewards!
It was a grind, right? She had servants waiting on her hand and foot, so the one thing she had plenty of was time.
Horse riding? Max it out, max it out.
Reading? Max it out, max it out.
Zither skills? Max it out, max it out.
Martial arts? Max it out, max it out.
…
Bedroom arts? Max it out, max it out.
Wait, surely she could skip that one?
What? It could earn her a pill that made her immune to all poisons?
Who could resist grinding for that?
*
Cui Jiu Chen, heir to the Yongping Marquis title, felt as if he had been haunted lately.
He had ridden around the racetrack more than a dozen times, exhausted and panting.
The moment he got off his horse, a thought appeared in his mind: [Ride one more lap!]
The moment he got off his horse, another thought appeared in his mind: [Ride one more lap!]
…
The cycle continued over and over. By the end of the day, Cui Jiu Chen's legs were as limp as noodles, and his attendants had to carry him back to the residence in a sedan chair.
*
A few days later, with nothing better to do, he decided to paint an Autumn Osmanthus painting of the osmanthus tree in his courtyard.
Then, for no apparent reason, he spent the entire day painting more than a dozen versions of Autumn Osmanthus. The next day, he couldn't even lift his brush at the Imperial College.
…
And there were many more things like that.
This was obviously strange, but for now the ghost was only playing pranks and making his life difficult. It hadn't harmed anyone, so he decided to stay calm and watch what happened.
That was until his mother, the Marchioness of Yongping, tried to arrange a marriage for him. He hated the idea, and the two of them parted on bad terms.
He went to the back garden to clear his head and happened to run into Yun Ling, the cousin staying at the marquis household.
He thought, "If I have to marry someone and keep her around as a decoration, this cousin would do. She's clever, quick-witted, and won't let herself be taken advantage of. She could definitely go toe-to-toe with Mother."
But then the ghost's voice suddenly popped into his mind: [No, this cousin isn't suitable.]
Cui Jiu Chen curled his lips. Ha, he seemed to have found the "ghost" that had been making his life miserable.
He sneered inwardly. "Not suitable? Then I'll marry her anyway!"
Reading notes:
1. Both leads are sexually inexperienced.
2. The female lead has a golden finger.
3. Sweet, feel-good slice-of-life romance with no angst.
Core theme: You have to fight for your own happiness.
The extra chapter is a bit silly, but the main text is still very interesting.
It's a sweet journey, no bloody plot, no misunderstandings, no male or female supporting roles, perfect
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This airship is coming soon. I enjoyed reading the article. Congratulations on finishing it.
So sweet(?-ω-`)
This chapter is really too exaggerated.
Nice! It's great to read the conclusion! You can read it all in one sitting!
Throw flowers! ! Good looking! !
The backend is really bland,
Congratulations on the ending, but I still need to read the next one to gain weight, otherwise the updates will be unstable and too torturous.