After the Flirtatious Beauty Was Forced into a Political Marriage

[Coming soon: After the Beauty Everyone Hated, an Omega, Divorces; My Ex-Husband Went Mad After I Faked My Death. Please add them to your favorites. Their blurbs are below this one~] ★Characters: A refined, scheming older cousin who takes the top role × a timid, sweet, intersex beauty who tempts others × a beastly, obsessive foreign wolf-dog who takes the top role Temporarily one-on-one! Temporarily one-on-one! ★Tropes: Chasing the wife, love rivals, hair-pulling catfights, stepmother drama, and more The younger sister who was originally chosen for a political marriage ran away, so Lian Zhi, who was living in a deserted palace, had to take her place. Lian Zhi didn't want to go. He didn't want to marry off to a grassland thousands of miles away, and he certainly didn't want to marry a sixty-year-old chanyu. He already loved someone. That person was the son of the Princess Huayang, a precious and brilliant young lord, handsome and noble. Not long ago, the two of them had finally confessed their feelings to each other. When his beloved learned he was to be sent away for the political marriage, he clasped Lian Zhi's hand, his handsome face pale. “Lian Zhi, don't be afraid. Your cousin will bring you back.” In his arms, Lian Zhi wept until his tears soaked his whole face. He cried without a sound, his heart bleeding. But what could he do? He was born to a disgraced consort, and his father disliked him because of his unusual body. So Lian Zhi was sent off unwillingly, like a puppet, in the bridal sedan bound for the political marriage. And so, accompanied by a procession carrying ten miles of wedding gifts, he arrived in the frontier lands in a grand display. The day before his wedding to the chanyu, the chanyu died. But that wasn't good news, either. The grasslands had a custom: when a father died, his son inherited his wives; when an elder brother died, his younger brother inherited them. The new chanyu inherited not only his father's throne, but also the wife who had belonged to his father. This new chanyu was young and handsome, with striking features and deep-set eyes. But his words were chilling. “This strange body of yours... Are you a man or a woman, exactly?” On their wedding night, he deliberately prodded at Lian Zhi's sore spot. Furious, Lian Zhi slapped him and turned away, refusing to look at him. The little bastard got slapped, but wasn't angry. His mouth called Lian Zhi disgusting, while his body told a different story. And so, Lian Zhi's first time was carelessly given to this barbarian. Although his husband disparaged him to his face, he loved sleeping with Lian Zhi. The barbarian was foul-mouthed and rough, leaving barely a patch of unbruised skin on him. Lian Zhi didn't like him. He liked gentle, refined gentlemen, like the one he loved: his cousin, the young lord. Day after day, night after night, Lian Zhi watched the moon over the frontier, hoping that one day his beloved would come and take him home. He waited and waited, and finally his cousin rode up to bring him home. Blazing flames consumed the grasslands. As far as the eye could see, everything was blood-red, with severed limbs scattered across the fields. Terrified, Lian Zhi hid in his cousin's arms, frightened both by the carnage and by the barbarian standing in the flickering firelight. The barbarian glared at him, seeming to have tears in the corners of his eyes, or perhaps not. He cursed Lian Zhi and the man he loved in the vilest terms. The barbarian screamed hysterically at Lian Zhi, who was nestled in another man's arms: “Shen Lian Zhi, run! No matter where you go, I'll find you and bring you back!” “Shen Lian Zhi, I hate you! When I find you, I'll chain you up and make you keep my cock in your mouth day and night. I'll make you give me a whole litter of cubs!” “Shen Lian Zhi! I married you. You're my wife, my wife for life!!!” Lian Zhi looked back through his tears. The biting wind hurt his face, and his cousin's fluttering sleeve brushed away a tear from the corner of his eye. Lian Zhi shouted: “I will never be your wife!” But the horse had already galloped away, and his voice vanished in the howling wind before the barbarian could hear him. Reader's guide: 1. This story has a lot of tropes and some dark, melodramatic drama. Please read with care. 2. The author is fragile. Please don't be mean. 3. Everyone is sexually inexperienced. 4. Please don't insult the bottom, xoxo. 5. No need to let me know if you drop the story. This story goes premium on September 22. [Coming soon 1]: My Ex-Husband Went Mad After I Faked My Death Characters: A seemingly aloof, actually devoted prodigy top & a gloomy beauty bottom pretending to be hated by everyone Tropes: Old-school melodrama, competing men chasing the bottom After suffering severe bullying at school, Li Zhi was rescued by the rich young master Chu Mingzhang. He fell deeply in love with Chu Mingzhang and became his number-one fan, sidekick, and bag-carrying lackey. Being his lackey was pretty great, but Li Zhi still had some unrealistic fantasies about Chu Mingzhang. Becoming Chu Mingzhang's boyfriend was Li Zhi's greatest wish. He even prayed to the Buddha for it over the New Year. But the Buddha was busy, of course, and paid him no mind. All Li Zhi could do was tuck his feelings away and comfort himself with the thought that being Chu Mingzhang's lackey was a pretty sweet deal. Until one day, Li Zhi watched the man fall from the clouds right before his eyes. He suddenly realized this might be the only chance in his life to make his wish come true... So the very timid Li Zhi did something incredibly bold: he asked his idol out to “negotiate.” Sitting across from the man, Li Zhi laid a contract in front of Chu Mingzhang with trembling hands. “I... I can sell the shares Dad gave me. The money can go to... to you, to help with your cash-flow problem...” Chu Mingzhang asked him, “And what do you want in return?” Li Zhi said, “Marry me.” Chu Mingzhang's expression shifted unpredictably. Anger, humiliation, and shame flashed through his eyes... but in the end, he picked up the pen and signed the contract. Before the wedding, Li Zhi had high hopes for his marriage to Chu Mingzhang. After the wedding, reality crushed those hopes with its own hands. As they say, a melon forced off the vine won't taste sweet. Chu Mingzhang was annoyed by him, truly annoyed. In their marriage, they barely spoke except when they slept together once a month. Even for that, Chu Mingzhang had to take medication to fulfill his conjugal duties. Chu Mingzhang hated him far more than Li Zhi had imagined. Over the course of their three-year marriage, Li Zhi tried countless times to win him over, only to be met with cold shoulders and cruel sarcasm. There are limits to how much humiliation a person can take. At last, Li Zhi couldn't bear the miserable marriage any longer and asked Chu Mingzhang for a divorce. But this time, the man who had always held himself above everyone else changed his tune. Chu Mingzhang refused his request for a divorce. He even used his status as Li Zhi's “husband” to have him locked up in a psychiatric hospital. When Li Zhi refused the soup Chu Mingzhang offered for the twelfth time and wearily turned his head away, Chu Mingzhang finally couldn't take it anymore. He looked ready to lose his temper, but ultimately managed to hold it in. Chu Mingzhang still had a deep scar on his head from when Li Zhi had hit him with a vase during one of their arguments. He pointed at his head and softened his voice. “I forgive you. You forgive me, too. As long as you don't divorce me, I'll sign the papers and take you home. All right?” Li Zhi shook his head and said flatly, “I want a divorce.” Chu Mingzhang's expression turned cold. “That's the one thing I won't agree to.” He was unyielding. Li Zhi could tell he wanted to salvage something, but he truly had no strength left to keep living with him. Perhaps even Heaven couldn't bear to watch anymore... In the third month of Li Zhi's confinement at the psychiatric hospital, a fire inexplicably broke out. By the time Chu Mingzhang hurried back from a business trip, Li Zhi's room had been reduced to a charred ruin. And that person... Li Zhi had no way to escape... Chu Mingzhang fell to his knees and cradled the burned, unrecognizable corpse. He kissed its charred face, laughing and crying like a madman. He apologized over and over and said he loved him, but it was no use. A corpse couldn't hear him. And on the seventh day after Li Zhi's “death,” an eight-o'clock train sped out of the city, bound for a faraway place no one knew... The bottom only pretends to be hated by everyone, but is actually adored by everyone. The top and bottom are both sexually inexperienced, and each is the other's only one. The ultimate groveling chase: later, the beauty will train his dog of a man while in tears. The bottom really does have mental health issues, and the top is mentally ill too. Two madmen fall in love. [Coming soon 2]: After the Beauty Everyone Hated, an Omega, Divorces Characters: A devoted, taciturn, self-made fatherly top × a once-obedient, later deranged bottom who turns his back on everyone Tropes: Includes a change of top, a groveling chase, and amnesia [My husband tormented me until I went to the rooftop to kill myself. When I turned around, my ex-boyfriend was there too.] [Blurb] Before he turned twenty-two, Sheng Mian had everything. He lacked nothing in looks, family background, or status. On top of all that, Sheng Mian had a childhood friend and top-ranked Alpha boyfriend. Sheng Mian never doubted their love, because Gu Yanze loved him so much. When they were dating, the words Gu Yanze said to him most often were, “Baby, I want to give you an even better life than the one you have now.” Gu Yanze would crouch down and kiss the back of his hand. Sheng Mian was the only person reflected in his deep eyes. “Mianmian, I love you.” Gu Yanze really did make good on that promise. He was the most outstanding Alpha of their generation. Sheng Mian always believed he and Gu Yanze would go from campus sweethearts to married partners... Until his family told him to marry another powerful Alpha. Sheng Mian had always been an obedient boy, but for the first time, he rebelled against his family's plans. No matter how much they tried to persuade him, he wouldn't give in. He thought that if he stood firm, the whole thing would eventually blow over. But then Gu Yanze broke up with him. Just as Sheng Mian was exhausted from fighting his family, the person he loved ended their relationship. Sheng Mian was in so much pain he wanted to die. The sudden breakup gave rise to an absurdly foolish idea: he would try to keep Gu Yanze by having his child. He used the excuse of seeing Gu Yanze one last time before the breakup to lure him out, then secretly drugged his drink while he wasn't looking. Before Sheng Mian could even process what was happening, they were in bed together. The drug wasn't that potent, actually, but Sheng Mian didn't know why Gu Yanze was so intense that night. As they clung to each other, he felt something warm and wet drip into the hollow of his shoulder. As expected, Sheng Mian became pregnant. He happily took his prenatal checkup results to show Gu Yanze, only to hear that Gu Yanze had enlisted in the army. Sheng Mian's Omega father stepped forward and looked at him coolly. His words were as cold as he was. “He's left. Do you still not understand why?” “He doesn't want this child. Sheng Mian, get rid of it.” Sheng Mian felt as if he'd fallen into an icy pit. Later, he married another Alpha, just as his family had hoped. Like all Omega wives, Sheng Mian kept up the appearance of a happy marriage, but his life was even more tragic. His husband hated him, and Sheng Mian could no longer have children. In their four years of marriage, Li Zhuo tormented him for three and a half. The irony was that Li Zhuo had been the one to come to the Sheng family and ask for his hand in marriage. Back then, he had seemed to like Sheng Mian very much. But there was no point thinking about that now... Sitting at the head of the bed, Sheng Mian calmly applied ointment to the bruises and bite marks on his body, a familiar routine. He thought this was how the rest of his life would be: a useless, worthless Omega. That is, until he saw Gu Yanze again. Gu Yanze, who had become a general of the Alliance at just twenty-eight. Sheng Mian was covered in scars, while Gu Yanze was a decorated war hero. Sheng Mian had never intended to get involved with him again... but he didn't know why Gu Yanze had started forcing his way into his chaotic life. Gu Yanze cried as he kissed the scars on Sheng Mian's body, apologizing over and over. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, baby...” “I thought you'd have a better life if you married him. I was wrong.” Sheng Mian blinked mechanically. Gu Yanze probably wanted to make things right, too, but it was too late. On a quiet, rainy night, Sheng Mian raised the gun he'd spent so long preparing and aimed it at his husband. Six shots, not one missed. When Gu Yanze rushed over after hearing what had happened, Li Zhuo was lying unconscious in a pool of blood. Sheng Mian sat on the large bed nearby with his knees drawn to his chest, staring at her husband, unsure whether he was alive or dead. No one could tell what Sheng Mian was thinking. Gu Yanze's voice trembled as he stepped through the blood toward Sheng Mian. “Mianmian, put the gun down...” Hearing him, Sheng Mian's lashes trembled listlessly. He looked at Gu Yanze with a vacant, almost childlike expression, stared at him for a long time, then suddenly smiled and asked: “Who are you?” He had such a beautiful smile, with two tiny dimples nestled in his cheeks. The soft light fell across Sheng Mian's fair, delicate face, making him look like a magnolia blooming in the wind. But in that instant, Gu Yanze was shattered to his core. Because Sheng Mian had forgotten everything. He had gone completely mad. The ending pairs an Alpha with an Omega, one-on-one, and both are sexually inexperienced~ Both the husband and the male lead get their groveling-chase arcs, but one of them burns to ashes. Extremely, extremely melodramatic. A guilty-pleasure read, written just to satisfy the author's own cravings. Theme: Tell someone you love them while you still can.