Claiming Her for Myself

Old-school melodrama / star-crossed lovers / taking by force / resenting the moon that once shone on me

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Qiao Huan transmigrated to an unfamiliar dynasty.

At first, she thought she was the heroine, and indeed she met a handsome, refined, tender, and devoted man. They came to know and love each other, and she willingly followed him home, convinced she could rely on him.

Unfortunately, reality was cruel. He had a fiancée, came from a wealthy family, and held a lofty position. He was far beyond the reach of a woman of unknown origins like her.

"Either you break off your engagement, or you let me go." Later, Qiao Huan gripped a dagger and declared firmly, "A toothbrush and a man: I will never share either."

Zhao Yu frowned. "A Huan, stop making a scene."

While traveling, Zhao Yu rescued a strange woman in the mountains. She was clever, perceptive, and knowledgeable, with an endless supply of ingenious inventions and strategies. He naturally fell in love with her and took her home.

But she was unlike other women. She was far too bold, and she wanted far too much.

He gripped Qiao Huan's chin. "Anything you want, I'll give you, except the position of mistress of the house."

Unfortunately, she was impossible to sway.

On the eve of his wedding, afraid she might truly run away, Zhao Yu spoke softly to her that night. "Tomorrow night, I'll come to your room. A Huan, no one can take your place. Don't make things difficult for me again."

But she still fled without hesitation.

It was a long time before Zhao Yu understood what hatred meant.

He hated her for being like ice, for being too clever, and for no longer loving him.

He resented the moon that once shone on him.

PS: 1v1, both leads' first time, a tragic romance. Not a wish-fulfillment story. Respect personal preferences; if you drop it, don't tell me.

Upcoming: The Swallows Can't Fly

Resilient little white flower * beautiful, gloomy man

She isn't unhappy. She just wants to be free.

"Zheng Rou, how did you get so unlucky as to meet a man like me, Li Siyue?"

Li Siyue's gaze was calm as he gripped her slender neck, slowly tightening his long fingers. Only when she could barely breathe did a crazed smile appear on his face.

He sounded both threatening and coaxing. "Say you love me, Zheng Rou. Say you love me and will always be loyal to me. Maybe then I'll let you go."

Zheng Rou spat at him and laughed just as wildly. "No chance."

Upcoming: The Marriages of the Marquis's Household

In Yujing, the city at the foot of the imperial palace, you could hit a brick and knock over five, six, seven, or eight officials. The Changping Marquis's household was somewhat down on its luck, and hardly stood out.

But from the moment the eldest legitimate son brought home a widow and said he wanted to marry her, Wen Yuhua felt that the Changping Marquis's household had become famous, and the family's ways had slowly started to go awry.

Before the eldest sister's engagement, she took a fancy to her brother's classmate and insisted on marrying him. The Marchioness had no choice but to prepare a dowry and marry off her own daughter in tears.

The second sister had not even begun looking for a match before secretly exchanging tokens with someone. The Marchioness spent days fuming, then married her off too.

The third sister was even more outrageous. She caught a handsome husband herself and kept him in a private residence. When the Marchioness rushed over, she found the two of them in a very large bed and fainted on the spot.

When it was Wen Yuhua's turn, she was in no hurry at all. She slept until late morning every day and took her time with everything. She was no different from a salted fish hanging from a kitchen beam, making even her stepmother anxious.

"The seventh girl is lazy and greedy. Why not find her a wealthy family?" Her concubine mother urged the Marchioness, desperate to get her married off.

The Marchioness really took the suggestion to heart.

After the engagement, her older siblings teased her. Her future husband's family might be low-ranking, but they had money and land. Her brother-in-law was both scholarly and skilled in martial arts, with lofty ambitions. Their lazy little sister would have a hard time once she married him.

Wen Yuhua pretended to blush, lowered her head, and fidgeted with her handkerchief, while quietly calculating things for herself.

He was handsome and rich, and she didn't dislike him. She would have to live her own life, come what may, and she wasn't afraid.

Theme: Love yourself before you love someone else