I Picked Up a Sweet-on-the-Outside, Dark-on-the-Inside Wife

[New Novel: “Shocking! How I Turned My Childhood Friend Gay, It Was Actually Thanks to...” is complete] [Recommended: My friend Shinian Deng Deng's novel “So What If She's a Bad Woman? Her Wife Absolutely Adores Her” (quick transmigration)] On her way home from work, Shen Zhao was driving when she encountered a woman who was trying to fake an accident. The woman wanted no money, only her, and insisted that she was Shen Zhao's wife. The woman sounded so sincere and looked so pitiful that, if Shen Zhao hadn't been single all her life, she might almost have believed her. On top of that, the woman was a “triple nobody”: no surname, no name, and no address. With no other choice, Shen Zhao took her home and put her up for the night. Who could have guessed that the woman would cling to her from then on... and claim her as her own! * Shen Zhao had always thought she was naturally cold and indifferent, incapable of love, and destined to devote her life to inanimate things. But after one moment of weakness, everything changed. “Wifey, give me a hug~” “Wifey, pay attention to me~” “Wifey, I can't sleep when you're not here. Stay with me!” One concession led to another, until Shen Zhao could only curl up at the edge of the bed. “Don't push your luck! Lie still and don't move!” The young woman wore Shen Zhao's nightgown, her body carrying the damp fragrance of a recent bath, and nestled into Shen Zhao's arms. She whispered softly into her ear, “Wifey, we still haven't consummated our marriage.” * Lately, Shen Zhao often had the same dream. In it, a young woman dressed in yellow was always by the side of a “young man.” From the towering imperial palace to the desert plains, they gazed at each other, yet could never be together. At the end of the story, flames licked at the young woman, while the “young man” died on the battlefield. * At first, Shen Zhao found her annoying and an eyesore, and wished she could toss her aside like a worn-out shoe. Later, at a crowded banquet, Shen Zhao was busy entertaining guests. When she returned and saw her little wife surrounded by a group of people, jealousy flared within her. She casually asked, “What were you talking about just now?” When she heard her little wife say, “They asked me just now, and I told them I was waiting for my wife,” Shen Zhao's expression didn't change, but she possessively drew the woman into her arms. “Good girl.” Later still, Shen Zhao's eyes reddened with jealousy as she pressed her for an answer. “Who is the person you love, really?” [Seemingly sweet and enthusiastic, but actually full of schemes: a black-hearted seductress who plays the innocent, versus a cool and desireless tsundere who says one thing but means another] *Cover art courtesy of Tang Jiu Xi Coming up next, please add it to your collection, mwah “After Giving Up, My Ex-Girlfriend the Movie Queen Regretted It Too Late” After ten years together, Shang Li realized that everything had changed, though she couldn't say when it had begun. Maybe it was the increasingly short chat messages, or perhaps Meng Yuan's increasingly impatient tone... Little by little, even when they lay in the same bed, Meng Yuan no longer wanted to hug her or kiss her. They were within arm's reach, yet separated by an uncrossable gulf. At first, Shang Li thought this was a stage every couple had to go through. As long as she didn't give up, once the coldness faded, they would welcome an even more passionate love. Only when she saw the screenshots of Meng Yuan's chat with a friend, where Meng Yuan had written “boring” and “I want to break up,” did she finally understand. Maybe Meng Yuan simply didn't love her anymore. That was all. But how could you forget? You were the one who first said you loved me. * On the day she decided to leave, Shang Li brought a bouquet to Meng Yuan, who was filming deep in the mountains, and wished her a bright future. Only, from that day on, Shang Li would no longer be part of the brilliant future awaiting her. That night, Shang Li walked into the rain, gentle but resolute, and faded completely from Meng Yuan's life. * After ten years together, Meng Yuan thought time had worn away her love for Shang Li. Seeing each other every day, she no longer felt the excitement and passion of the past. She thought she might not love Shang Li anymore. Even on the day Shang Li left, she still thought so. But not long afterward, her emotions came crashing back. Like a retreating sea suddenly giving rise to a towering wave, her longing for Shang Li swept over her and swallowed her whole. Only then did she understand what Shang Li meant to her. The night she begged Shang Li to come back was also a night of torrential rain. Shang Li still looked as gentle as she did in Meng Yuan's memories, but the words she spoke seemed to put her through the cruelest torment. “Xiao Yuan, I hope you soar high. You'll meet someone better in the future.” The hand she had gripped so tightly slowly slipped away. Shang Li turned toward the distance and walked away, step by step, leaving that rainy night behind. And Meng Yuan... She was like a bird with broken wings. Her battered body was soaked by the night's rain, and it never dried again. How could she... how could she have lost her? Extra scene: Before she gave up. “Meng Yuan, there's something I want to tell you...” Meng Yuan pulled up the blanket and turned her back to Shang Li. “I'm a little tired today. Another time.” Shang Li bit her lip, nodded silently, lay down beside her, and carefully circled her waist with her arms. Before she could even hold her properly, Meng Yuan shifted to the edge of the bed. Her voice thick with sleep, she murmured, “It's a little hot, so let's not cuddle.” The air conditioner was set to 21 degrees, but Shang Li felt cold all the way to her fingertips. After she gave up. For work, Shang Li appeared on a variety show and played games with a female star. When she got home afterward, someone suddenly wrapped their arms around her waist in the dimly lit hallway. Meng Yuan's voice was choked with tears as she pleaded softly, “Older sister, I regret it. I really do. Please, please don't hug her. Hug me... hug me, okay?” As soon as the words left her mouth, she broke down sobbing. Theme: As long as you persevere