After Losing My Memory, My Girlfriend's Aunt Won't Leave Me Alone

On the day she met her girlfriend’s family, Lin Zhenyi followed her girlfriend’s lead and called Tang Xingyao “Auntie.” All she got in response was a look she couldn’t read. After an accident left Lin Zhenyi with scrambled memories, she woke to find her girlfriend’s aunt, Tang Xingyao, biting down angrily on her lip. “Where have you been all this time?” Lin Zhenyi was horrified. “Auntie… how could you kiss me?” At the way she addressed her, Tang Xingyao’s eyes reddened. Fighting back a tremble, she asked, “What did you just call me?” Once Lin Zhenyi came to her senses, she learned that she and her girlfriend’s aunt had been married for three years. She had treated her badly throughout their marriage. Their chat history was cold and distant, their wedding photo looked Photoshopped, and though they lived under the same roof, they slept in separate rooms. It was awkward to think of her girlfriend’s aunt as her wife, but Lin Zhenyi still resolved to turn over a new leaf and learn how to get along with Tang Xingyao all over again. But she couldn’t withstand Tang Xingyao’s relentless advances, day and night. “I didn’t mean that kind of getting along…” … Tang Xingyao was the entertainment industry’s most promising award-winning actress. Everyone said a dazzling future lay ahead of her, but she alone knew that all she wanted was Lin Zhenyi’s love. Not long afterward, in Lin Zhenyi’s rented apartment, Tang Xingyao tasted those lips and thought in a dreamy haze: She would make Lin Zhenyi hers, completely and utterly. She had tried it: a forcibly picked melon can taste sweeter. But the sweetness didn’t last long. On the eve of their divorce, Tang Xingyao unexpectedly learned that Lin Zhenyi had lost her memory and forgotten everything between them. When Lin Zhenyi blushed and pressed her for the truth, asking, “My friends say I lived off you after we got married, and wasn’t even good in bed?” Tang Xingyao paused for a moment, concealing the fleeting smile in her eyes. “That’s right.” … One day, Lin Zhenyi recovered her memories and recalled everything that had happened between them. “You lied to me again.” This time, Tang Xingyao didn’t cling to her or disappear from sight. Lin Zhenyi forced herself to forget those false memories, but whether her eyes were open or shut, all she could see was Tang Xingyao’s tender gaze, full of love and affection. At a movie premiere, Lin Zhenyi saw Tang Xingyao again. By then, she was a dazzling star on the big screen. No one knew that backstage, Tang Xingyao was overwhelmed by longing, holding Lin Zhenyi tight as she begged for kisses and affection. Older woman pursues her wife: Tsundere heartthrob x possessive yandere #She wants Zhenzhen’s body and her heart# Blurb screenshotted November 16, 2024 Blurb revised April 29, 2026 Finding My Wife in the City with Our Daughter [Honest country wife x ruthless, scheming woman] Wen Zhili took her daughter to the city to meet her arranged match. The other woman was her childhood betrothed, and didn’t mind her romantic past. Before she left, her mother repeatedly warned her to be warm and outgoing. City folk didn’t like simple country bumpkins. Wen Zhili took the advice to heart. After getting off the train, she waited for her ride on the stuffy platform. Before long, a beautiful woman, cool as ice and lovely as snow, came to find her. With her aloof, striking presence, she was like the bright moon in the night sky, even more ethereal and distant than Wen Zhili remembered. Wen Zhili forgot to breathe. She ran over and threw herself into the woman’s arms. “Sis…” Chi Feiran froze for a moment, then didn’t push her away. “Sorry I’m late. I’ll take you both home.” … Chi Feiran had been relentlessly driven from a young age. Every step in her life followed a plan, as if she were a programmed AI that allowed no mistakes. Then her mother fell ill, forcing Chi Feiran to take over the tottering Chi family. In just three years, she rose to become a major player in the industry and the head of the Chi family. When a subordinate called her from overseas, they asked her to help deal with a problem. “My fiancée from the countryside has come to stay with me, but I’m away on a business trip…” Before the subordinate could finish, Chi Feiran cut in. “Focus on your work. I’ll look after her for you.” “Don’t worry. She’s honest and sweet, and good at taking care of people. She won’t cause you any trouble.” Later, Chi Feiran met Wen Zhili, who had arrived from the countryside after a long, exhausting journey. Her eyes and brows were vivid and expressive, while the little girl hiding behind her watched Chi Feiran just as timidly. The subordinate said that Wen Zhili had separated from her wife and was raising her daughter alone. She had come to the city to leave the past behind and start a new life. One day, Chi Feiran came home early from a business trip and found Wen Zhili drunk, mumbling and hugging a photo of her as she called it “wife.” Chi Feiran’s heart stirred. She helped Wen Zhili to bed and took care of her, thoroughly solving her subordinate’s problem. But six months later, the subordinate who had repeatedly promised not to disturb their lives showed up at her door and declared, “She’s my wife.” Wen Zhili obediently let the subordinate take her by the wrist and lead her away, while Chi Feiran stood frozen, her face dark with displeasure. At the same time, Wen Zhili finally realized that the wicked woman from the city didn’t remember her at all. … The next time Chi Feiran saw Wen Zhili was downstairs from the office. Every day, she brought lunch to the subordinate with her daughter in tow. The subordinate said they were trying to make things work, and might get together if they were compatible. After much thought, Chi Feiran sent the subordinate abroad on another long-term assignment. That night, Wen Zhili accused her through tear-filled eyes. “You can stop wanting me. You can stop wanting our daughter. But you can’t stop me from finding her a new mother.” Chi Feiran had no memory of what had happened between them. What on earth was going on? Then Chi Feiran found clues on her old phone. They were the rules for their relationship that she had sent Wen Zhili three years ago: A good-morning and good-night kiss every day. Ten times a week. If you fall behind, you have to make it up. The next day, with the whole company watching, Chi Feiran brought Wen Zhili into her office. Chi Feiran promised, “I owe you three years, 156 weeks, and 1,560 kisses. I’ll make them all up to you.” Wen Zhili: “…” Theme: Instead of longing for fish by the waterside, go home and weave a net.