After Faking My Death, My Ex-Husband's Younger Brother Went Crazy First

Let me take a break. I’ll fix the typos after the National Day holiday~ The end is a teaser for a future story, which will probably start after the new year: "The Villain Flirted with Me Before He Died." Please add it to your collection~

The Night Before Faking My Death, My Ex-Husband’s Younger Brother Begged Me to Love Him

1.

"A-Yao... My elder brother and I look so much alike. Won’t you love me, too?"

Beneath the moonlight, the man seized her wrist and pinned her against a wooden door. His foxlike eyes shimmered with alluring light, and his words were bold and provocative.

"I’m sure I’d feel much better than my elder brother."

2.

Ming Yao was the wife of Xuanhui, the Immortal Lord of Xianshan. She was as beautiful as a flower, but timid and meek by nature.

Though the people of Xianshan never said it outright, they all felt she was unworthy of Xuanhui, whose sword could shatter all forms of magic.

So when Xuanhui proposed a divorce, everyone at Xianshan agreed.

But Ming Yao was the happiest of all. After spending so many years as a cannon-fodder female supporting character in a novel, she had finally made it to her last day at work. Once she had the divorce papers in hand, she could fake her death, leave the story, and hurry home.

But who could have expected that the night before she was supposed to fake her death, her husband’s younger brother, Xuan Xiu, would come knocking? He shed his usual upright, gentle manner. His eyes gleamed, his long lashes fluttered, and he begged her to love him.

Luckily, Ming Yao was resolute. A handsome man was tempting, but he couldn’t keep her from going home.

So the morning after Xuan Xiu confessed his feelings, he found Ming Yao’s corpse.

In an instant, he was plunged into an icy abyss, and his inner demons surged.

3.

Rainy nights, snowy days, bright sunny mornings. Dying and coming back to life.

To Xuan Xiu, days like these were as ordinary as breathing, until he saw Ming Yao’s corpse.

Cold and lifeless, with only the divorce papers his elder brother had given her at her side.

She had died because of them.

He could have pretended to be his elder brother and kept her company.

But she didn’t want him.

She would rather die than accept a counterfeit.

Now he didn’t even have the right to mourn her. He had no name or place in her life, and nothing connected him to her.

A flood of unfamiliar emotions began to stir. Jealousy and malice, born from nowhere, made his head throb until he nearly went mad.

"A-Yao." He gently lifted her cold body. The immortal power within him crumbled. He pressed his cheek against hers, his voice tender and warm. "You shouldn’t have given me even that little bit of kindness."

Many years later, Ming Yao recalled what had happened and couldn’t help asking Xuan Xiu, "When I 'died' back then, why didn’t you kill Xuanhui and send him down to me? After all, he was my beloved at the time."

The smile on Xuan Xiu’s face faltered, but he didn’t reply.

That night, Ming Yao was exhausted in body and mind.

And the Immortal Lord Miao Miao remained as gentle as ever, carefully helping her get dressed. Then he looked at her with a faintly amused smile. "You certainly dream big."

Xuan Xiu = Chu Miao Miao / Immortal Lord Miao Miao

Reader’s notes:

1. Before the female lead and the second male lead divorce, the female and male leads have no romantic feelings for each other. She only wants to go home. The male lead only falls for her after she fakes her death. In other words, he’s just fallen in love with someone, only to find that she’s already gone, and then he completely loses it.

2. Not a strong female lead story.

3. A simple, short story that leans a little more toward romance.

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The Villain Flirted with Me Before He Died

"Five hundred years after I personally killed my villainous junior brother, I realized that he might... possibly... have been in love with me."

1.

After eight hundred years of cultivation, Ran Tang finally had the chance to ascend.

But beneath the Heart-Questioning Thunder, the embodiment of Heaven’s Will told her that five hundred years ago, she had killed someone who had truly cared for her. Those who betrayed a sincere heart could not ascend.

She thought about it for a long time before finally remembering that, yes, she had indeed killed someone five hundred years ago.

However...

"He was once the junior brother of my sect. He was vicious and deceitful, a hypocrite and insatiably greedy. He nearly brought our sect to ruin and left it awash in blood. I killed him with a clear conscience."

Ran Tang remembered how her junior brother had committed every kind of evil. Even as he died, he showed not the slightest remorse. Instead, he raised his brows and curled his lips, taunting her with utter arrogance.

"Oh?"

The embodiment of Heaven’s Will swept a sleeve and took her back to the moment her junior brother died five hundred years ago.

At that time, she had impassively driven her sword into his chest.

"Senior Sister." The moment her junior brother opened his mouth, blood spilled out. With blood in his mouth, his voice sounded thick and sticky, touched with a saccharine sweetness. "That sword really hurts."

As he spoke, the hand hidden in his sleeve twitched slightly.

Ran Tang watched him coldly. Hmph. Sweet words, hidden daggers. First he’d act weak, then look for a chance to strike back. She’d remembered him exactly right.

She struck again, swiftly and decisively.

All color drained from her junior brother’s face, leaving it as white as wax paper.

"But what can I do? I think I’m falling more and more in love with you, Senior Sister."

The words she hadn’t heard clearly five hundred years ago reached her ears.

When he finished speaking, her junior brother’s lips curled up. His eyes bent into crescents, and he gave her a light wink before breathing his last.

Wait. Had he just... winked at her?

Ran Tang was stunned.

Before she could recover, the embodiment of Heaven’s Will kicked her back eight hundred years, to when she and her junior brother had first joined Xianshan together.

The younger version of her was nowhere near as composed as she would be eight hundred years later. She hurriedly bowed to greet her elders, stumbled, and fell flat on her face with a loud thud.

A quiet laugh rang out.

She looked up and saw the junior brother who would die by her sword three hundred years later for all his misdeeds.

2.

Shang Yu thought he had fallen for a blind woman.

He wore a custom-made snow-blue, round-collared, narrow-sleeved robe from Yuyi Pavilion, eight hundred li from Xianshan. Surely any woman with normal taste would look at him twice because of his looks.

But after waiting for three whole hours, he finally caught Ran Tang’s attention, only for her to ignore him and go pet the new spirit beast her second senior brother had bought.

Hmph. What was there to pet about a mere beast?

The next day,

On her way back after practicing her sword, Ran Tang spotted a little white dog sitting in the middle of the road. Its fur was even whiter, and it was even cuter, than her second senior brother’s dog from the day before. When it saw her looking, it rolled over and exposed its snowy-white belly.

Delighted, she hurried over, crouched down, and reached out... A few moments later, she frowned.

"Shang Yu, are you out of your mind? Why take a transformation pill and turn yourself into a dog?"

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