From a humble worker at the bottom rung of society, Song Hui was suddenly transformed overnight into a wealthy heiress and entered a whirlwind marriage with the eldest son of the Fu family. Everyone said it was a reshuffling of the business world—a perfect match between a talented man and a beautiful woman, a union of equals. Yet, who could have guessed that her gentle and considerate husband was shrouded in secrets, hiding multiple identities, while Song Hui herself had, by chance, picked up someone else’s persona? Gradually, the truth began to surface. “I never imagined that President Fu... was a fake as well.” “My dear, it seems we’re birds of a feather.”.

Spoon’s Whisper: I have a memory so beautiful it almost defies belief, and I wish it could stay this wonderful forever. But without him, it simply can't. So I will forge ahead, asking nothing of the journey’s end, determined to find him again. The memories of the past are my driving force... Feng Jinye: I have a memory like this—before I fell into a deep sleep, an arrow pierced my heart; and when I opened my eyes again, a sword did the same... Spoon’s Whisper: The thing that brings me the most joy is that, the moment I see him, I rush straight into his arms... Feng Jinye: The greatest happiness for me is that, whenever she lifts her gaze and sees me, she runs to me and throws herself into my embrace. I never imagined that one day, such a scene would bring a pain so sharp it feels like my heart is being torn apart....

"Do you desire wealth?" "No, I do not." "Do you desire wealth?" "Go away, I am wealth itself!" "Do you desire weal—" "Shut up, what I desire is a man! The loyal puppy kind... Hey, I haven't finished..." What kind of ridiculous system is this! Li Tian’er gritted her teeth, and suddenly, everything went black—she had traveled through time. Thrown into different eras, her circumstances grew ever more difficult, her identities ever more bizarre... Yet she built her fortune, raised children, and achieved academic excellence. A woman born for fortune, wealth would come to her as a matter of destiny. Li Tian’er: "Honestly, I don’t want to be the richest person." A certain man looked at her with disdain: "Speak your true feelings." Li Tian’er: "Alright, alright, I know you’re actually the richest man in Harbor City. You always love to overwhelm—oppress—me!" ――――?―――― To become someone others cannot help but love—what a delight! —Li Tian’er (A work of sincerity, I hope you’ll like and save it).

Every night at 10 p.m., a new chapter is released. When she was sixteen, Ying Shi’s childhood fiancé fell in battle. Wiping away her tears, she clutched his memorial tablet and married into the Liang family. In the prime of her youth, she donned mourning garments, willingly embracing the life of a widow at the gates. But who could have foreseen that six years later, her supposedly fallen fiancé would return alive and well? By his side stood the wife he had married during his years of wandering and amnesia, with children at their feet—a family envied by all. Her unwavering devotion had become a laughingstock, her life a tale for idle tongues. —When she opened her eyes again, Ying Shi found herself back several years in the past, the day after she had married the memorial tablet of Liang Ji. The Liang family was the foremost among the clans, strict in their adherence to propriety. Unless she died, there was no escape from the Liang household. This time, after much deliberation, Ying Shi set her sights on the man who would one day wield power across the court and land— That night, in the dim glow of the Buddha hall, the girl’s figure was as delicate as jade, her eyes shimmering with tears. She collapsed into the arms of her late fiancé’s elder brother, the head of the Liang family, as he passed by. “Elder Brother, will Sanlang truly never return? Then what about me... What am I to do in the days to come...?” [Male Lead’s Perspective] Liang Yun was like snow atop the highest mountain—noble in character, self-disciplined, and steeped in ritual. He was revered by all, a gentleman of such standing that countless women found him unattainable. The old matron had only intended to test him, asking if he would consider marrying into the third branch to preserve his younger brother’s line. She never believed her traditionally minded eldest grandson would agree. Yet, after a brief silence, Liang Yun actually acquiesced to this untenable arrangement. At first, he only wished to protect her and ensure her peace for his brother’s sake, unconcerned that she still longed for her deceased betrothed. But over time, he fell deeper and harder, ensnared by his own feelings. On countless humid, fevered nights, he chose to remain a man hidden from daylight, content to leave her a child, a memory to hold on to. Who could have anticipated that he would eventually learn—his younger brother had never died at all. Note: There is no actual marital relationship between the heroine and the second male lead; the main couple is the elder brother. — Recommendation for a story to look forward to—if you like it, please add the author’s column to your favorites: "Everyone in My Family Is Reborn for the Apocalypse—Except Me?" A lighthearted tale combining supernatural powers, stockpiling, and farming. Lin Yi noticed her family had been acting strangely of late. Her mother muttered constantly, “Stock up, stock up—don’t be stingy, money will be worthless soon...” Her father quit his job and moved back to their rural hometown to renovate the house. “There’ll be no future in the city; everyone will flee to the countryside. We need to build some greenhouses and grow vegetables!” Her elder sister dumped her boyfriend of six years, with whom she was about to marry. “To hell with that deadbeat! Good riddance!” Then she dragged Lin Yi out for a shopping spree. “See anything you like? I’ll buy it all for you!” ...The heroine may be laid-back, but she’s skilled in combat and has a love interest who is unmatched in every way—a true paragon..

Three years ago, Tsukimi Jinguuji unexpectedly awakened the “Blond System,” making the art of snatching love the daily ritual of his life. As he seized affection again and again, Tsukimi Jinguuji gradually lost the most vital emotions that made him human. Three years later, he uninstalled the system, retaining all the extraordinary abilities it had bestowed upon him, and returned to a quiet campus life. He vowed to become a cold, aloof man who regarded beautiful girls as nothing more than blades of grass. Unfortunately, reality rarely cooperates with intentions. One day, his former girlfriend—her memory entirely erased—stood before him and posed a piercing question: “Hey, Jinguuji-kun, is it true what they say? Are you a heartless playboy?”.