The Crown Prince Has Had His Eye on Me for a Long Time

The day her fiance died, Su Ying was sent to the Crown Prince's residence in a sedan chair by her father.

When her red veil was lifted, she lowered her eyes and held back her tears. Then she heard a man's gentle voice.

"Miss Su, I know how you feel. Your father's actions were not my wish."

His voice was mild and gentle, and Su Ying felt the tension leave her.

To avoid being sent to another man by her father, Su Ying accepted Yan Zhuoan's proposal. She settled safely in the Crown Prince's residence and pretended to be in love with him, while he let her grieve for her fiance.

But as the years passed, her fiance's face grew more and more indistinct, and she began to desire something else.

She wanted Yan Zhuoan to care for her alone, just as he did when they pretended, and to love her deeply for a long time.

Once Su Ying understood her own feelings, she finally cornered him one morning and confessed, stammering.

Yan Zhuoan answered with a gentle kiss, his eyes deep and his movements restrained.

From then on, they became a real married couple, sweetly in love. Su Ying was as happy as she had been in childhood.

For a while, she thought she was lucky to have found such a perfect husband, and that she had been the first to fall in love.

Until the day of the investiture ceremony.

By chance, Su Ying stumbled upon a secret room filled with portraits of her. Yan Zhuoan's face was cruel as he tormented her long-vanished fiance, striking him again and again with a knife.

"A Ying finally loves me. What are you to her?"

His Highness the Crown Prince, Yan Zhuoan, was renowned for his virtue and grace, as radiant as the wind and moon.

Only he knew that in truth he was possessive, cruel, and willing to do anything to get what he wanted.

To possess his beloved, he coerced her father, imprisoned her lover, and lured her in step by step.

Until she saw his true face and tried to run.

Yan Zhuoan's eyes were red as he pressed the knife hilt into her hand and held it against his knee. He twisted her wrist to smear his blood on her fingers, then touched them to her red lips. He smiled, satisfied and exhilarated.

"A Ying loves me. You have to love me forever."

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2. One-on-one romance, both leads are each other's first.

Upcoming novel: Raising a Villain

This was Bai Mang's tenth time transmigrating into a book. As an outstanding employee, her task this time was simple.

Find the original world's great villain, care for him, raise him, and teach him to be bad!

Bai Mang was brimming with confidence. On a snowy night, she brought home a scowling young boy.

And so began Bai Mang's journey of raising a villainous demon.

She taught the boy talisman magic, took him chicken stealing and petty thieving, and led him to rob the immortal realm. At last, they reached the final step: murder and arson.

Bai Mang: "You have to understand, while you're alive, you should do whatever you please. If you want something, get it by any means necessary. See that cultivator ahead? Kill him!"

The usually obedient boy stopped in his tracks. His handsome brows furrowed deeply as he said earnestly:

"Mangmang, killing is wrong. People should also keep their desires in check."

Bai Mang: ???

The System, which had always been confident in her, happened to inspect her work and witnessed the scene. It suddenly erupted.

"Bai Mang, has a donkey kicked your brain? He's the male lead! The righteous, virtuous male lead!"

Hearing the voice in her head, Bai Mang went ashen.

Damn it, she wouldn't get her tenth-year Outstanding Employee award.

No big deal. She could still set things right.

On another snowy night, Bai Mang abandoned the now-grown boy and picked up a demon in dire straits instead.

She taught diligently, and he studied attentively.

Bai Mang was pleased. She patted the demon's head and smiled benevolently.

When she woke again, her ankles were shackled, and she was trapped among red curtains.

The young boy she had raised stood there with his clothes in disarray and a sword in his hand. At his feet lay the demon he had killed.

Seeing her wake, he approached with reddened eyes, looking utterly aggrieved.

"I've killed someone, and I've indulged my desires."

"Mangmang, won't you pat my head too?"

Theme: All living things should reach for the light.