Forced Love in a Matriarchal World

I'm the author. The reason I haven't been updating is because my author account is linked to a previous WeChat account, which I've always logged into with my phone number. That phone number was canceled a long time ago, and then I lost my phone, which means I can't log in at all. It's not that I don't want to update; it's that I simply can't log in.

On [Date], the whole day was gloomy. It's summer, and a rainy day should be refreshing, but the wind was sticky and the heat was stifling... Suffocating. I looked out the window at the sky silently, a bad feeling creeping over me. I turned around and cleared away the day's accumulated trash. As usual, I carried the trash bag, opened the door, and went downstairs to take out the garbage. This time, however, I felt a sense of irritation. As I opened the door, I glanced at the neighbor next door. It had been so long since I'd seen that handsome young man. I couldn't help but recall; his surname seemed to be Wen. Eyes like flowing water, delicate pink lips...

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My reverie was interrupted by a sudden phone call. It was the recruitment department of the Champs-Élysées Hotel. My previous career setbacks had forced me to come to this budget apartment. Now, thinking back, wasn't this all part of my destiny with my childhood friend? The gloomy world was brightened by his presence. Due to financial reasons, I had to apply for a front desk job, and today was the interview date. I put on my long-unused formal attire, applied light makeup in front of the mirror, took a deep breath, adjusted my posture, and seemed to see my former, triumphant self in the workplace. Then, my face fell, replaced by a look of utter dejection. "A mere outdated hotel isn't worthy of my serious attention." I went out and called a taxi. Through...

The writing style is fine, and it was infuriating to read, but it felt utterly nonsensical. It was all internal monologues, making it feel like pointless whining. The story felt like the author was burying the protagonist in a bucket of garbage called suffering and repression, ending abruptly without any dramatic release. It was like reading someone's diary. This novel reminded me of "Behind the Door" from "I Have a Haunted House"—no background, no warmth, just oppression and inconsistencies, simply depicting the suffering of the person who pushed open the door.

I advise newcomers to read the recommendations and watch the free content; that's about it. Don't keep making yourself miserable.

Is the author really going to slack off like this? You haven't updated even once a day, and you didn't update tomorrow as promised. Today you even said you'd update when you reach 7500 favorites. Honestly, this attitude is just slacking off. If you're not updating, just give a reason. Even if you said you were playing games today, everyone would understand. But what's with this "7500 favorites, update later" nonsense? Didn't everyone buy this with in-game currency? There are tons of female-centric novels out there, many better than yours, and plenty of promising works. If you're signed a contract and still have this slacking attitude, you might as well just stop writing altogether. You'll just abandon the story eventually and stop torturing everyone.

This book boasts the best writing style I've found in female-dominated fiction so far. It truly embodies the phrase "a masterpiece of writing," possessing a profound and delicate quality. The saying "a thunderclap in silence" perfectly describes this style. Furthermore, the author's character development is exceptionally successful, a rarity in female-dominated fiction. I've always believed that the characters' fates were predetermined from the very beginning, and the author has almost perfectly articulated this. The story of Wen Qingche feels almost destined; it's not a coincidence, nor a missed opportunity, but an unsolvable knot. If it happens to be a...

Ahem, those of you who clicked on female-dominated novels, needless to say, are all either perverts or... Well, you know. This book does have some of those kinds of plot points, and as a pervert myself, I find it very appealing. The writing is excellent, with some philosophical moments and plenty of humor. I originally planned to wait until next week to write more, but now I can't resist—it's just too good! I can confidently say that this is the best-written female-dominated novel I've ever read. As for the genre, it's roughly about the male lead manipulating the heart of a destined young woman. There's some angst; the male lead seems to be torturing her on the surface, but he actually manages to make the female lead cry later on. Of course, I'm not trying to be dramatic...

The first volume was too depressing, lacking any uplifting elements, unlike the newer books. They could have easily revealed Zhou Ye's rape during his confrontation with his fiancé, or exposed the class monitor's rape of his girlfriend; that would have made the reading experience much more satisfying. But constant suppression just gets boring. A tragic story can die, but dying in such a stifling way is truly pointless.