The Sickly Beauty Won't Be a Stand-In Anymore

I stopped updating because I was in a car accident. Since then, I’ve been going back and forth over a workers’ compensation claim, and it still isn’t settled. I really haven’t been able to bring myself to write. Sorry. --June 30, 2026

After ten years of devotion, Chi Yuan finally got together with Zhao Qishui.

A lot of people in their circle waited to see him make a fool of himself: everyone knew how deeply Zhao Qishui loved his first love. Did Chi Yuan really think he could melt that block of ice?

Their happiness didn’t last. In the fifth year of their marriage, Chi Yuan was diagnosed with heart disease.

Zhao Qishui rushed around handling everything, refusing to let Chi Yuan worry about a thing. He even spent half the company’s shares, all to buy Chi Yuan a few more years of life.

Everyone said the past was in the past. Zhao Qishui had been so in love with his first love back then, but now wasn’t he the perfect husband, devoted around the clock?

But this perfect husband hid in the stairwell to make a phone call while Chi Yuan was undergoing chemotherapy:

“Wait three more months, and I’ll get divorced.”

“He’s sick. I can’t leave him now.”

“Wait for me.”

Chi Yuan gave a bitter smile.

Maybe he had developed heart disease because Zhao Qishui’s affair with his first love was so infuriating.

This was the price of being “devoted.”

[No love interest change, happy ending]

My historical danmei angst novel, currently updating next door: Everyone in the World Begs Me to Love Him (Reborn)

The day Yan Tuisong died, a heavy snowfall blanketed the Pavilion of Heavenly Insight.

His blood stained the frozen plain red, but Li Huaixue didn’t even glance at him.

He simply ran to his first love and held them close, full of tenderness. “Did you get frightened? Why is there blood on you?”

Yan Tuisong’s fingertips went cold, and his heart turned to ice.

Ha. That was my blood.

So he didn’t want Yan Tuisong’s love? Then he wouldn’t give it to him.

So what if he was a substitute? So what if he had a face resembling that person’s?

Even if his status was lowly, he still had his self-respect.

*

After enduring excruciating pain, Yan Tuisong opened his eyes. In the mirror was still the same beautiful face, ethereal and otherworldly.

Yan Tuisong sneered. Li Huaixue, you’ll never find me again.

Three months later, rumors swept through the martial world.

The partner of Li Huaixue, leader of the Xinheng Sect and the greatest sword cultivator under heaven, had come back to life after dying at the Pavilion of Heavenly Insight.

Li Huaixue was nearly driven mad. He issued a Guixu Contract, ordering his disciples to search every inch of the land and find Yan Tuisong.

When Yan Tuisong saw Li Huaixue again, he lowered his eyes and calmly gave the name of Li Huaixue’s first love.

That should be enough to make him leave, right?

Instead, Li Huaixue seized his wrist. His voice trembled, and his eyes burned with an uncontrollable possessiveness. “Yan... Tuisong, I knew you’d come back.”

Yan Tuisong gently pulled free, his voice peaceful and detached. “So what? Whether I’m alive or dead has nothing to do with you.”

Li Huaixue’s late-blooming love finally became a heavy snowfall, burying him completely.

The once lofty, first-ranked sword cultivator, closest to the Heavenly Dao, became Yan Tuisong’s dog. He still did so willingly, and was content with it.

Upcoming: Pampered by a Traditional Daddy After My Miscarriage

[Little-known, artistic, cool beauty bottom x controlling, old-fashioned patriarch top]

The obscure art-film actor Lin Yu'an finally made the trending searches, all because he had miscarried a child fathered by a man.

#LinYu'anMiscarriage

#LinYu'anIntersex

#LinYu'anScumbagExChenJingchen

Lin Yu'an lay in his hospital bed, listening to a recording of his cheating ex mocking him: “An intersex person is fine for a fling, but did he really think I’d marry him?”

His heart was dead.

After five years together, all they had to show for it was a joke for everyone else.

The hospital room door opened, but the person who entered wasn’t Chen Jingchen.

The man wore a tailored suit. His features were stern, and his presence was intimidating.

Chen Yanchuan stood beside the bed, looking down at Lin Yu'an’s pale face. His voice was as detached as if he were discussing business. “Chen Jingchen did something wrong. I’m here to compensate you on his behalf.”

Lin Yu'an stared at him. Was this Chen Jingchen’s “old-fashioned patriarch,” his overcontrolling big brother, Chen Yanchuan?

The resentment that had built up in his heart surged.

“I want an apology,” Lin Yu'an gritted out. “I want career opportunities.”

“And I want Chen Jingchen to serve me tea and water, then get on his knees and wash my feet!”

Chen Yanchuan didn’t even raise an eyebrow. “Fine.”

He agreed to every demand.

*

Later, Chen Jingchen cried in front of everyone. “Can’t we go back to how things were?”

Leading directors wanted to work with him, and top-tier endorsement deals came pouring in. Opportunities were shoved into Lin Yu'an’s hands as if they cost nothing.

And in a room with no one else around

Chen Yanchuan knelt on one knee, holding Lin Yu'an by the ankle. His voice was low. “I’m going to break my promise about your third demand.”

Only he could touch Lin Yu'an’s feet.

Lin Yu'an blushed.

*

Chen Jingchen finally realized something was wrong. He rushed over in a frenzy to confront them, only to see Lin Yu'an holding Chen Yanchuan’s arm, smiling with delight.

Only then did he remember

That night, the key card Lin Yu'an had taken was his brother’s.

Whose child was it, really?

[One-line synopsis]

My ex hurt me, and my ex’s traditional daddy is here to spoil me.

Theme: Love yourself, then love others.