He Claims the Goldfish

[Coming soon: I Am the Sickly Male Lead's Consort Mother. Please add this stepmother-themed story to your collection!]

A scheming, dark-hearted scoundrel × an honest, slow-to-catch-on girl

Because of her parents' work, fifteen-year-old Jiang Yiyu was sent to stay for a while with an old friend of theirs.

He Ji Ze of the He family was a gifted young painter, refined and courteous, and an exceptionally promising young man.

Jiang Yiyu first saw him in the garden.

The boy wore a white shirt. Tall and slender, he basked in the warm sunlight by the pond. His long fingers spread slightly as fish food fell into the water, and the goldfish swarmed to eat it.

Through the sunlight, she glimpsed his left hand holding the fish food bag. His little finger was half a segment shorter than normal.

Later, he used that hand to hold a palette and the other to wield a paintbrush, painting every part of her until the night became thick and stifling.

*

Jiang Yiyu left without a word and began a new life.

When she returned to Huijing, with no one to turn to, a black car pulled up in front of her. The window rolled down, revealing a man in a white suit, sitting inside with narrowed eyes and a gaze as deep as a secluded spring.

Once He Ji Ze had appeared, there would be countless more visits. Unpredictable, cunning, and sinister, he gradually infiltrated every part of her life, even going after the person she liked.

When she found she truly couldn't get away, Jiang Yiyu pleaded with him: "Please, I'm begging you. Can't we both move on?"

He smiled cruelly and replied only, "No."

Jiang Yiyu also stumbled into that underground art studio

Every painting bore her face: smiling, crying, cheeks flushed, eyes hazy...

Then she accidentally knocked over the diary on the desk. Instinctively, she picked it up and opened it. The words "I won't let her leave" filled the very first page.

She didn't even have time to think before the severed finger, covered by a finger cot, was pushed into her mouth, its tip curling around her tongue.

Saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth. He pinned her chin back. She turned stiffly to see his dark expression and chilling gaze as he murmured, "Didn't you say you'd be my model? Why aren't you back in bed yet?"

"Or are you planning to leave?"

*

On another night when things went off the rails, in the rain, in the narrow back seat of the car, he leaned close to her ear and shamelessly asked if she wanted to go to the civil affairs bureau with him the next day.

Jiang Yiyu called him crazy.

He Ji Ze only smiled and said, "I love you."

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I Am the Sickly Male Lead's Consort Mother. Please add it to your collection!

[Moody, bloodthirsty, utterly deranged yandere × clever, lively transmigrated young consort]

Wen Jiachu transmigrated into a badly concluded novel. After being called the male supporting character's mother, the author flew into a rage and had the male and female leads killed by the yandere male supporting character. The only way she can return home is to successfully reform him and give the leads a happy ending.

As cuddly as a little rice ball, she stuck close to the little yandere for the sake of her mission, only to get herself poisoned to death when she let her guard down.

The System sighed: Die again and you'll stay dead.

Wen Jiachu didn't want to lose everything, so after being revived, she tried again. At the time, she was the legitimate daughter of a general's household. Ignoring her status as a noble young lady, she pointed at the little yandere, then a destitute wolf-child, and declared, "I want him as my bodyguard."

Who could have guessed that shortly afterward, a marriage decree would arrive, ordering her to marry the emperor to bring him good luck? Just like that, she became the little yandere's consort mother!

*

After spending some time with him, Wen Jiachu realized that although little yandere Zhong Qi was the emperor's youngest, tenth prince, he had barbarian blood. He had been left to fend for himself, was blind in one eye, and had been despised since childhood. In the eyes of the world, he was a little beast born to a mother but raised without one.

So, as Zhong Qi grew into a young man, his violent nature grew stronger too.

She had no choice but to use her status to force him to behave, but Zhong Qi still had the instincts of a wolf. He always wanted to bite something and have a taste of blood. Wen Jiachu made herself the reward, and ended up covered in bite marks.

After pouring her heart and soul into the task, she successfully reformed the little yandere. He became kind and charitable, considerate toward the poor and the lonely, and modest as a bodhisattva, with a smile that swept away worldly troubles.

She was greatly relieved, marveling that he had turned out so well. She gave Zhong Qi a handkerchief she had spent three months embroidering, never noticing the unusual emotion in his eyes when he looked at her.

After all the hardships, Wen Jiachu laughed and cried at once. "Remember to be a good person from now on. Good people live long. Bye!" She waved goodbye and obediently waited to go home.

*

Zhong Qi knew better than anyone that his crimes were too numerous to record.

Recently, muffled sobs and soft moans had come from the usually quiet Kunning Palace at night. The palace maids assumed the emperor had finally taken pity on the consort and paid her a visit, and they all kept their distance. However, that very night, the emperor was gravely ill at a hunting lodge outside the capital.

Wen Jiachu lay on the bed, feeling his sharp canines sink into the side of her neck and then suck at the wound. Her body stiffened.

Zhong Qi licked away the beads of blood seeping from her skin. In a good mood, he laid the handkerchief over her face, stroked her cheek, and murmured, "The consort's blood is still the sweetest."

"Does the consort ignore me because she doesn't like this? Or is it simply that she doesn't like me?"

Theme: Love