After Marrying the Obsessive Tycoon I Once Wronged

Married first, fall in love later / The forcibly picked melon really is sweet Shi Yerong hit her head and woke up with much of her memory gone. The Shi family had gone bankrupt, and its once-spoiled heiress had fallen from her lofty perch. A crowd of people were watching her like hawks. To protect herself, she set her sights on the cover star of a financial magazine: Pei Qingshi. Rumor had it that Pei Qingshi stood at the very top of H City's elite, was ruthless and decisive, and possessed wealth beyond measure. Everyone feared and admired her, but no one dared approach her. Shi Yerong had lost her memory, but she hadn't forgotten how to flirt. She put on a pure white dress, deliberately tore the hem, and crouched in the rain. When a black Rolls-Royce drew near, she put on a pitiful expression. “Miss, my phone's out of battery. Could I borrow yours to make a call?” She was very proud of her acting skills. But she didn't notice the flash of darkness in the eyes of the woman in the back seat the instant she recognized her face. * Pei Qingshi was unruffled and aloof, a picture of cool restraint. Everyone thought she lacked ordinary human emotions. No one knew she'd once suffered a devastating setback because of one woman. Back then, she'd only just been reunited with her birth family and wasn't well-known in H City. Shi Yerong had coveted her looks, sweet-talked her into bed, then cruelly abandoned her. It had taken Pei Qingshi five years to climb to the top. Night after night, she'd wake from dreams thinking about how to capture that woman and devour her whole. Then that woman came back on her own. She'd forgotten everything, and was trying to trick Pei Qingshi once again with the same old tactics. Looking at the fragile woman before her, as delicate as a climbing vine, Pei Qingshi calmly caught her by the wrist. With a gentle smile, she concealed the obsessive madness she couldn't reveal in her eyes. “I can help you with a lot more. But you'll have to do me a favor, too.” * Shi Yerong never expected that the favor Pei Qingshi wanted was a marriage alliance. She'd thought she'd only be a stand-in, but after they married, Pei Qingshi turned out to be very different from the rumors. She was not only caring and considerate, but let Shi Yerong have her way in everything. The only problem was that her wife had an insatiable appetite. The living room, kitchen, bathroom, home theater... She wanted to leave her mark all over the house, and sometimes even outside... Their life together was sweet, but exhausting. Until one day, Shi Yerong's memory returned. She remembered how she'd toyed with and abandoned the madwoman who now wielded immense power, and her face went white with fear. She didn't dare let Pei Qingshi know. All she could do was pretend everything was fine while secretly plotting her escape. But Pei Qingshi saw everything. When Shi Yerong woke up again, there was a cold chain around her ankle. Pei Qingshi caught her by the ankle and wrapped her tightly in her long, vine-like arms. Her voice was ominous. “Did you think I'd let you get away from me a second time?” Shi Yerong shuddered, and a wet, soft tongue flicked across her cheek like a snake's. “Be good. You can only be mine.” * A flirtatious little con artist x an obsessive, falsely restrained woman Six-year age gap, one-on-one in body and heart 80% anti-piracy protection Next story: My Wife's Tentacles Chi Xia is a popular animal illustrator who loves observing sea creatures and hates being set up on blind dates. One day at the aquarium, hoping to make her mother give up on pressuring her to marry, she brazenly said into the phone: “Everyone knows the eldest daughter of the Zhang family is cold-blooded and heartless. If you're going to make me marry her, I'd rather spend my whole life with an octopus at the aquarium!” As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and bumped into a cold, soft embrace. The woman had a charming look in her eyes and smiled meaningfully. “You have good taste. Maybe we'll meet again.” - That “next time” came quickly. The Chi family's company ran into a financial crisis. Chi Xia was still “sold” to the Zhang family by her relatives. On their wedding night, her beautiful, seductive wife pulled her into her arms and whispered against her ear: “Now that we're married, we should do what wives are supposed to do.” Chi Xia had been so bold when she'd made her boast, but now she was a complete coward. “An-anything you say.” After they married, her wife treated her wonderfully. She was gentle, considerate, and incredibly hardworking. The huge villa had no one else in it, yet it was always kept spotless. Every so often, things happened that left Chi Xia baffled. For example, in her sleep, she always seemed to be wrapped in something soft and cold. Her wife also loved buying more than eight identical bracelets at a time. And sometimes the room next door sounded as if an army were charging through it... At first, Chi Xia, who was usually rather oblivious, didn't think much of it, until one day she got drunk. Zhang Yu carried her to the sofa, patting her back with one hand, smoothing her long hair with another, and bringing a glass of water to her lips with a third... Chi Xia leaned against Zhang Yu with her eyes closed, feeling that something wasn't quite right. Why was there a third hand? She opened her eyes blearily. A reddish-brown tentacle cast a clear reflection in the glass. Then she saw a second one, a third... They emerged from behind Zhang Yu and waved at her. Chi Xia: ?! Zhang Yu calmly swept her seaweed-like hair behind her ear, her expression innocent. “You said you'd rather spend your whole life with an octopus.” “Ugh!” Chi Xia passed out. When she woke again, her wife was looking at her with concern. Her formerly long, thick, reddish-brown tentacles had shrunk to the size of arms. Now they were all busy massaging Chi Xia and tidying the house. Seeing how worried her wife was, Chi Xia convinced herself: Actually, she could probably live with this. It was just a few extra hands. People with more hands could get more done. - But it didn't take long for her to discover that the tentacles were “good at getting things done” in more ways than one. At night, four tentacles wrapped around her wrists and the backs of her knees, suspending her in midair. Tears clung to her lashes as she cried, her voice trembling with indignation: “G-get... get them all out!” Zhang Yu lowered her head and licked the tears from Chi Xia's face, her voice gentle and wicked. “They say it's too tight. They can't get out.” - A lazy, timid illustrator x a capable, devious octopus beauty Six-year age gap in human form, one-on-one in body and heart Theme: Be honest