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In this collection of short stories, witness the tumultuous love affairs of two infatuated individuals. Through revenge, they prove their capacity for love. Amidst a callous and indifferent world, they bring a touch of sweetness, warmth, and sincerity. Being involved with dangerous lovers is like waging a war: meticulously planned attacks, strategic teasing, obsessive greed, and calculated schemes for conquest... For example, she uses the mistress's husband to exact revenge on her cheating spouse. Or, to seek retribution against the man who assaulted her, she falls in love with his son a decade later. Explore the perilous and captivating relationships of love through a series of thrilling tales.
Author:Fei Chang Xiang Shui Jiao
My ex-boyfriend had blocked me five years ago. And I had never expected to meet him again at the music festival.
He was a shining new star on the stage, while I was an audience standing in the front row holding a light board with his competitor's name on it.
All the people around me were singing. Jonah's clothes were soaked in sweat, so his muscles were partially visible under the translucent white shirt.
Maybe it was because I was in the front row that our eyes met. He avoided my gaze without a trace, and I looked away as if nothing had happened.
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But suddenly, he flashed in front of me and sang, "Long time no see. I want to know how you are doing."
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Hearing the familiar voice, I looked up and met his twinkling eyes. They were reflecting the light of the audience's glow sticks.
In a trance, I did not know whether he was singing or greeting me because he had not seen for many years.
He bent over amidst his fans' screams and pushed the microphone to my mouth through several pairs of waving hands. I was sure he had recognized me and seen the board I was holding.
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The fans around me sang together, "I'm fine. And I still love you very much."
The bitterness from many years ago swept over me again, so I was stunned. But Jonah kept stretching out his hand in the crowd with shining eyes as if waiting for my response.
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All the people around turned to look at me enviously.
But I knew he was deliberately embarrassing me. Five years ago, he had blocked me and left without saying a word. Now, he had become famous and popular. He had abandoned me and left me drowned in tears. He had deliberately sung the line of lyrics to me and playfully reopened my old scars with malice, looking condescending and aggressive. He had walked forward with determination and had never looked back, not caring about me at all.
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When I came to my senses, I had tears in my eyes. But the microphone was still in front of my face.
I showed a self-deprecating smile and said, "I'm not your fan, so I can't sing."
The accompaniment music changed, and the fans around me were in an uproar.
Jonah blinked his eyes, nonchalantly withdrew his hand, and continued to sing the next song.
After the episode, the audience became as lively as before. Under the starlight, one paid attention to me anymore.
I had been deliberately avoiding the news about him over the years but still hoped he could give me an explanation at heart.
Today, he had finally given it to me. And the explanation was that I was humiliating myself.
When I came to my senses, the person on the stage had become Victor. He looked at me from time to time. When our eyes met, he jumped off the stage. Everyone looked at me again because the board I was holding read "Love Victor for 10,000 years".
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He slightly raised his eyebrows and embraced me amidst the screams.
I heard voices coming from all directions through the speakers. But the most powerful one was beside my ear with warm air when he said, "Please allow me to introduce my fiancée to you."
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The screams all around almost pierced my eardrums. If what Jonah had brought to me just now was envy, what Victor was bringing to me was absolute hatred.
The uneasiness in my heart had reached the extreme, but Victor did not forget I had lost the bet.
So, he looked down at me with his eyes flashing with slyness and said, "She came back from abroad a few days ago. She promised me to yell "Victor is the most handsome man" three times today. But Jonah had scared her so much that she forgot about it."
I cast a hard look at him, but he was unmoved. He gradually tightened the grip on my shoulders, turned to face the stage, and said, "Jonah, you owe me this time."
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His relaxed and teasing tone relieved my embarrassment.
If he hadn't said so, there might be a battle online tonight because Jonah's fans would harshly curse me.
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But I had not expected my long-lost reunion would bring out more farces.
After Victor completed his performance, I followed him backstage.
The members of his band didn't know it was because our families wanted to connect by marriage that we had gotten engaged. They thought we were a real couple, so they teased him for his heroic "feat" of jumping off the stage.
"Victor, you should have told us earlier! If so, we would have played "Dream Wedding" for you!"
"Yeah! We will produce a rock version!"
"Is Jonah blind? Your fiancée was holding such a big light board! But he still put the microphone in front of her..."
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Victor took the board over with one hand and clasped my wrist with the other. He did put forth much strength, but I still could not break free.
To stop them, he said with a simile, "She's thin-skinned. Watch your mouth."
"Who is thin-skinned?" I asked him in a faint voice. Because there were outsiders around us, I couldn't teach Victor a lesson. So, I had chosen to remind him in this way.
But Victor didn't take the hint. And he even reached out to flick my earlobe.
"You," he deliberately drawled when his eyelids lazily drooped.
I gave him a hard look.
When I looked ahead, I saw Jonah standing in front of us with a cigarette flickering between his fingers.
"Sorry, my fiancée can't sing your song," Victor indifferently said and pulled me inside.
When passing by Jonah, the strong smell of nicotine hit my face.
Suddenly, he clasped my other wrist. When I raised my head in panic, I met his scarlet eyes.
"It's me that should say sorry. Can I buy you a drink as an apology?"
They both had apologized. But one sounded sarcastic, and the other angry.
They grabbed me at the same time, so I felt as if I were about to be torn in half.
My boyfriend went bankrupt and wants to break up with me. I don’t agree. He said, "Well, are you brave enough to get married to me?"
Do you believe in love at first sight? The moment I first met Mingyuan, I had that feeling. I cautiously accommodated him, maintaining his pride with my humility—warm yet hypocritical, like the fake flowers welcoming guests at a restaurant’s entrance. Until one day, I was utterly exhausted and chose to give up. I encountered another person during a time of chaos in my life. "So I showed up." To be honest, he awakened my desires. He saw through my games with words, understanding that I was greedy, selfish, and prone to avoidance, yet he still held my hand tightly, as he always did. I received a constant stream of messages from Mingyuan, but they no longer mattered to me. I should be someone with a strong capacity to endure and process my emotions. During the time I was Mingyuan's girlfriend, I tried my best to dissolve negative feelings within myself—without confiding or disturbing anyone. I once tried to act cute, hoping he would comfort me, thinking that just a few kind words would suffice. But he looked at me with great difficulty, saying, "I really don’t know how to comfort you. The ways of comforting girls are just tricks of scumbags; I don’t want to be like them." At that moment, I thought to myself that it was normal for a straight guy not to know how to comfort someone, and I could slowly teach him. The boy I liked would love me in his own way. The blindness of love made me completely overlook the obvious logical error in that statement. Until this moment. Last night, late at night around midnight, sharp pain in my lower abdomen jolted me awake from a rather unsettled sleep, shocking my nerves. Menstrual cramps. I was breaking into a cold sweat, curling up in bed in the hot summer, tightly closing my eyes, hoping that if I just held on, it would pass. The endless pain dulled my reason; this time, the intensity of the cramps seemed more severe than ever before. I struggled to get out of bed and, to avoid waking my roommate, stumbled around in the dark searching for ibuprofen. It should be fine now. I comforted myself with that thought. But the pain didn’t subside with the medication; in fact, I felt a churn in my stomach. In a hazy moment, I remembered the doctor's advice: it’s best not to take ibuprofen on an empty stomach and to take it half an hour before cramps start... The sound of me vomiting in the bathroom woke my roommate. She turned on the light, just as I was stepping out. She was startled by my state and nearly called for an ambulance, "Oh my God, your lips are so pale." She poured me a cup of hot water and waited with me until the pain slowly faded. When I woke up the next day, I momentarily felt as if I had been reborn. I hesitated for a long time, holding my phone, but I still wanted to tell Mingyuan about it. He was very busy with work and didn’t like being disturbed, so I didn’t dare call him and chose to send a message instead. I was really feeling a bit unwell, wanting some comfort, even just from Chatime. As dusk approached, he finally replied. "What should we do?" "Go to the hospital." When I saw the message, my emotions were somewhat flat. At that time, there were a thousand kilometers between us, and I knew that distance made care seem pale and powerless. As a modern, independent woman, I also shouldn’t be that fragile. But he, it seemed, had never cared. He had never comforted me or offered much consolation. All of this, I had never taught him. By sheer chance, I scrolled back through our chat history. The time had always...
That night at the graduation farewell dinner, he had his new girlfriend, the campus beauty, in his arms while everyone around was teasing him to introduce me, his childhood sweetheart, to someone. He glanced over at me sitting in the corner and said to his group of friends, "This silly big girl has a face that looks like someone owes her money. Who would want her?" I shrank back into the shadows, afraid that others would see the tears I was suppressing. An ugly girl doesn't have the right to cry; that was the first lesson I learned when I became his childhood sweetheart.
I woke up in the middle of the night and felt someone next to me. In the moonlight, the man dressed lightly appeared in my bed again.
Here's the translation of your text into English: "My stepson's son and I secretly had a romantic relationship for a while. It ended in a particularly ugly way. Later, when he was drunk, he cornered me in the bathroom and said, 'I’m just someone who loves being tortured; we’re meant to torment each other until we grow old. What are you going to do about it?'"
Here's the translation into English: "Participating in a variety show, my partner is a popular male star. During the escape room segment, I pretended to be scared and dove into his arms seeking protection. He snorted coldly and pushed me away: 'What are you pretending to be a weak woman for? You usually watch horror movies while eating, right?' I continued to lean into his arms: 'We're this familiar already, you don’t have to act like you're not interested in women. Just hold me tight; this is my new character setting.' 'Ex-girlfriend,' he suddenly stopped resisting, tightening his grip around my waist, 'are you trying to flirt with me?'"
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"