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Alias和竹马结婚后我转运了

AuthorSong Funian / 宋芙年

After entering into a contract marriage with her naturally lucky childhood sweetheart, Yu Wanwan's financial luck, which had been dead for over twenty years, suddenly came alive. Kiss him? She wins the lottery. Sleep with him? She wins an electric scooter from the supermarket. Even the fund her best friend had badmouthed skyrocketed. The luck buff was maxed out. Yu Wanwan suddenly understood: this guy was literally a cheat code given to her by the heavens! So she resolutely tore up that sham contract and started a nightly routine of "borrowing luck" with fervor. Until one night, the man held her on the bathroom counter, the corners of his eyes red, whispering in her ear, "Baby, don't you want to win the lottery tomorrow?" Yu Wanwan dodged his advances and replied weakly, "Actually... I kind of want a peaceful life once in a while." Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingxu pressed his thin lips against her earlobe, his words like a seductive hook pulling her into free fall: "But you know the principle—it's easy to go from luxury to thrift, but hard from thrift to luxury." Yu Wanwan: Enough! Enough! I have enough money! 【I don't need a man unless he can make me rich overnight.】 Playful scheming big koi × heartless hot-tempered little money-grubber Childhood sweethearts / Marriage after love / Enemies tease / Daily life light comedy

Alias国公府来了个表小姐

AuthorXue He Tong Zi / 雪鹤童子

Jiang Xuesui lost her mother at age three. As the saying goes, "When the mother dies, wait for the uncles." Sure enough, three days later, her three uncles from the distant capital came to fetch her. Jiang Xuesui was a young girl, and her father found it inconvenient to raise her alone. Her maternal grandfather's mansion, the Xiang Duke's Estate, had several female cousins to play and study with. Her aunts and grandmother were all kind and loving. With Xuesui gone, her father could focus on being a good magistrate for the people. So little Jiang Xuesui bid farewell to her father and entered the capital. On her first day at the Duke's Estate, everything was wonderful. Her grandmother was loving, her aunts warm, and her cousins delighted in her. Only the taciturn, cold-looking eldest cousin, Wen Qiao, was unpleasant. He would rather play with a dog than exchange a single word with her, nor did he deign to look her in the eye. Such a dull, boring person—Jiang Xuesui couldn't be bothered with him. * * * Jiang Xuesui lived at the Duke's Estate until she reached the age of coming of age. That year, her father rose to Grand Secretary and was granted a large mansion in the capital by the emperor. She now had a home of her own in the capital and naturally returned to her father's side. As the daughter of a Grand Secretary, raised in the virtuous, poetry-loving Duke's Estate, the nobles in the palace took an interest in her marriage. One day, Jiang Xuesui went to Bodhi Temple to offer incense. She first encountered the Crown Prince, then Prince Cheng. Two marriage proposals were handed to her, but she rejected both. Pointing at Wen Qiao standing under the mountain gate, she said, "Your Highnesses, I have long admired my cousin. If I marry, it will be only him." In Jiang Xuesui's view, this was merely a jest to politely refuse them. But after Wen Qiao came first in the imperial examinations and proposed to her father, he said, "By order of my grandmother, father, and mother, and also to fulfill my cousin's long-standing admiration for me, I come to ask for Xuesui's hand." Hiding behind the screen in the hall, Jiang Xuesui panicked. Forgetting all shame, she rushed out and said sharply, "Wen Qiao, saying this makes it seem like I begged Grandmother, Uncle, and Aunt to force you to marry me!" "Is that not the case?" Wen Qiao looked confused. "How about I repeat what my cousin said to Their Highnesses that day to Uncle? If it was insincere, let's clarify it today." Fine, fine, fine! What a mess. Jiang Xuesui had to swallow this bitter pill. If she admitted it was insincere, her father, with his loyal and upright nature, would certainly take her to the palace to confess to the emperor and empress. So she said defiantly, "Father, I accept this marriage." After the wedding, she would make him pay. * * * After marriage, every night was short, and the embroidered curtains swayed. Jiang Xuesui sensed something was off. She sat up, lifted the curtain, and stared at Wen Qiao, who was tying his sash. "That day, you deliberately provoked me into accepting the marriage, didn't you?" Wen Qiao gazed at her and slowly uttered, "Yes." He sat by the bed to cover her with a robe. "We grew up together; I know your temperament better than anyone in this world." I love you, but a lifetime is too short. Theme: In the world of mortals, the four seasons are warm.

Alias生欲[先婚后爱]

AuthorYi Gen Wen Du Ji / 一根温度计

"Other tags: Lighthearted sweet romance, some food elements, marriage at the start, doting husband. One-line summary: Go through fireworks with you, enjoy three meals, accompany four seasons. Theme: You are my muse. For 23-year-old Song Guanyu, this age was a major watershed moment in life, but she chose to get married. As a new-generation all-round creative singer-songwriter in the Chinese music scene—beautiful, sweet-voiced, and talented—she was hailed as the future heir to the title 'Queen of Love Songs.' Yet she encountered the first writer's block of her life. Her childhood friend told her, 'Songwriting needs a lot of emotional connection to have inspiration. You have to experience it. Why not fall in love?' Song Guanyu trusted her friend completely and nodded in acknowledgment. The next day, she had her mother arrange a blind date for her. When her mother's circle of friends learned of this, they eagerly participated, and indeed, she met a rare find. Ye Yansheng was broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, handsome, wealthy, gentle, and modest. Generation after generation of his family were medical professionals. He was the most authoritative orthopedic surgeon at the city's top hospital, yet at 32, he remained unmarried. Secret admirers at the hospital whispered that he might have some 'issue.' This rumor reached the hospital director, who then passed it to his wife. The director's wife immediately decided that a blind date was in order. After Song Guanyu and Ye Yansheng got their marriage certificate, their married life was respectful and polite. But the duties of a married couple came as promised. [VCR as follows] Dr. Ye: Hello, I'm off work. Send me your location, and I'll pick you up for dinner. Miss Song: Ah... sorry, I forgot I'm married. I'm at home about to eat instant noodles. Dr. Ye: Okay, no problem. Miss Song: [Cute cat emoji] Sure, sure. --- Miss Song: Hello, I'm home and about to cook. Dr. Ye: Sorry, I have to work overtime for a consultation today. [Dog sticking out tongue emoji] Miss Song: Sure, sure. [Cat nodding emoji] Dr. Ye: [Dog nodding emoji] --- Dr. Ye: Hello, I'm home, washed up, and waiting for you. [Dog waiting emoji] Miss Song: Sure, sure, coming right back. [Cat running emoji] Later one day, Song Guanyu's childhood friend saw her glowing complexion and the high-neck sweater that didn't match the hot weather. Thinking she had fallen in love, she teased her. 'With that look, you're doing well in love, huh? Got any inspiration?' Song Guanyu blushed as she recalled last night—Ye Yansheng's stamina and sexy breathing sounds had worn her out. As she reminisced, she mumbled to her friend, not noticing her friend's expression turning from sunny to cloudy. She recounted everything about last night with Ye Yansheng and finally blurted out, 'I'm married.' The news stunned her friend, who felt like crying. She had told her to fall in love! Fall in love! Not get married! Hey! Married life was delicate and plain. But Song Guanyu felt that marrying Ye Yansheng was the best decision she had ever made. "Born of Desire," the song, was released and won Best Song and Best Lyrics/Composition in the Chinese music scene. It earned Song Guanyu the title of Best Singer-Songwriter and 'Little Queen of Love Songs.' During a backstage interview, a reporter asked about the inspiration for the song. Song Guanyu looked at the camera and, in her cute, soft voice, said something off-topic: 'Ah... because I got married.' The crowd: ...What kind of answer is that? Wait?! Got married?! The Little Queen is married! After the interview, Song Guanyu evaded the paparazzi and went to the underground parking lot. A all-black car sat quietly there. As she approached, its lights turned on, illuminating her path. Ye Yansheng got out, walked to her, and embraced her. He leaned close to her small ear, his magnetic and charming voice tender. 'Miss Song, congratulations on getting married.' And so, under the cold car lights, his adorable wife blushed. His heart overflowing with love, he rubbed her soft cheeks, bent down, and placed a burning kiss on his cute wife's face. In an instant, heart, thoughts, desire, love were born. The adorably dazed girl met her gentle gentleman. 'Please, gentle gentleman, stay with me forever—"Born of Desire."' 'Okay, dazed girl.' [Dog showing love emoji] --- Reading Guide: ① Both are virgins / strangers in a marriage-first arrangement, body type difference, older male's physiological attraction. ② Marriage requires caution; this is purely fiction, no triggers, safe to read. ③ No real-life prototypes; entertainment industry appearances are minimal and not idol-focused. ④ The male lead is a 32-year-old orthopedic chief; please don't overthink the realism."

Alias烟雨街

AuthorQiao Bei Nannan / 乔北南南南

Jiang Ruoqi decided to marry Meng Shang after meeting him exactly four times. The first time was at a friend's wedding in Hong Kong. He was the groom's best friend and best man; she was the bride's colleague and close friend. At the after-party, the bride, emboldened by her own turf, insisted on playing matchmaker, so Jiang Ruoqi called out Meng Shang by name. The second time, Jiang Ruoqi accepted a transfer—a demotion in disguise—to a subsidiary in Xinhai as marketing director. Meng Shang, entrusted by a friend, accompanied her to look at apartments. In turbulent times, everyone urged her to quit. She wavered but gave up—she was too lazy to adapt to a new job system and new colleagues. Besides, she wasn't from the Liangguang region and didn't want to settle in the Greater Bay Area; she always planned to return inland. The third time, Jiang Ruoqi treated Meng Shang to dinner as thanks for helping her move. After dinner, they strolled and talked about love and marriage. He asked, "How long should we date before getting married?" She was brutally honest: "If you ask me, tomorrow would work." The fourth time, Jiang Ruoqi invited Meng Shang to the premarital checkup center. Dr. Meng, a renowned cardiac surgeon, hesitated briefly at the entrance, but Miss Jiang calmly explained: "The checkup is free. Since after marriage we'll be legal long-term sexual partners, it's necessary to rule out any issues. Do you have a problem? Or another regular bedmate? If you have someone else... we may need to reconsider this marriage. I can't accept a threesome..." Her bluntness drew obvious stares. The usually cool and elegant Dr. Meng gritted his teeth, wanting nothing more than to cover her mouth on the spot: "No bedmate, and I'm not unwilling to take the checkup! Let's go in now." ... After marriage, Meng Shang thought life would be mutual support. But in reality, Jiang Ruoqi was so independent that she made his role as a partner feel meaningless. There was nothing she absolutely needed him for—except in bed. Until one day, Dr. Meng discovered that his seemingly emotionally stable wife, when not wearing nail art, would tear at the hangnails and calluses around her cuticles when anxious, leaving her long, fair fingers red and raw, only a thin layer of tender flesh covering bone and blood. Meng Shang's heart ached. He knelt before her, caught her struggling hands, and wrapped protective finger bandages around each one. Jiang Ruoqi stared at the silly cartoon patterns on her fingertips, then lifted them to Meng Shang in protest: "Chief Meng, how is President Jiang supposed to go to work tomorrow?" He stood, pulled her from the sofa arm into his arms, and his large, well-knuckled hand enveloped hers. "This is punishment. Once you learn to come to Dr. Meng when you're anxious, you won't have to wear them to work." Heartbeats fluttered for Meng Shang after marriage. For Jiang Ruoqi, they began on a rainy day after she transferred schools. ———————— Mature man and woman, marriage after love. Dual main characters are both virgins. An adult fairy tale of dual wage slaves. Tagline: 2024.8.15

Alias身为材料生的我却被推去做冲喜炮灰[穿书] / 有没有眼光啊？用材料生冲喜！

AuthorJiao Zhi Zhua Di / 脚趾抓地

Major Triggers: None | Niche Triggers: 1. Not a female-empire story 2. Male lead does not ascend the throne Lin Yi, a second-year master's student in Materials Science at a 985 university, went out to clear her head after losing her hair from data crunching. Unfortunately, she was hit by a scumbag driver, and then Earth's Consciousness tossed her into a small world derived from a hegemonic novel "Da Qian Tian Xia" that she was halfway through reading, with the excuse "Hell is full." Good news: There are fellow transmigrators, and they have high-status identities. Bad news: She transmigrated as a marriage-to-ward-off-evil bride, and on the third day after arriving, she was to marry General Gu Fang, who was on his deathbed with paralyzed legs. Lin Yi: Who's afraid of whom? He's a dying man anyway. I'll indulge him. On the wedding night, under the red candles. Seeing Gu Fang's breathtaking face— Lin Yi: ...Sorry, I've switched sides. (The ultimate defection of a face-con) More importantly, this short-lived general is not only handsome but also soft-hearted. Noticing her lack of support, he silently allowed all her restless behavior. Thus, rumors spread in the imperial city— The general's wife, who married in to ward off evil, neither cried nor made a fuss, but instead hovered around the general all day. Today she made a wheelchair, tomorrow she asked for the second half of the phrase "Odd changes, even stays," and the day after she dragged the general into a discussion about "how to increase the average survival rate of Daqian." At first, Gu Fang only saw her as a caged bird, feeling pity. Later, he discovered that this bird's mind contained a magnificent and exquisite art of engineering that could move the entire era. Transmigration + Infrastructure + Ensemble Cast + Sweet & Satisfying Materials Science master's degree transmigrates, changes the world with science and fellow transmigrators Disabled general? No, he's a war god husband! Ancient survival rate? Directly maxed out into a blueprint for a prosperous era! --- [Teaser] Lin Yi (pulling out blueprints): Husband, this is called a "wheelchair." It will help you move freely. Gu Fang (ears slightly red): ...Thank you, wife. Lin Yi (eyes sparkling): You're welcome! Next, let's talk about improving weapons and inventing gunpowder? Gu Fang: ...Wife, what else did your master teach you? Lin Yi (looking at the sky): Probably... how to make this place a better world. --------------------Here is the divider--------------------- This is my next pre-order book, "You Didn't Say This Was an ABO World?!" Welcome to add it to your collection~ Su Louzhi felt that the most worthwhile deal she ever made was trading with the system for a rebirth. The system said: The task is super simple—just appear five times. The price? You choose: lose your sight, hearing, or speech. Su Louzhi decisively chose to be mute. After rebirth, everything was perfect: no family burden, an astronomically long bank balance, and everyone she met was extremely friendly. The task was indeed simple: on September 30, 2026, at 3:00 PM, stand in the alley next to the school for half an hour. Su Louzhi: That's it? Free lunch? Until she was surrounded by four blond punks in the alley and cried her eyes out, she realized the system's words were not to be fully trusted. In despair, a man walked toward her against the light. — Ji Kailan, the only son of the Ji family, the sole heir to the Ji Group, and the world's only top-level Enigma. Rich, handsome, fit, and smart. If it weren't for the fact that as the only top-level Enigma, no one could withstand his pheromones, and he couldn't accept any inferior pheromones, he would indeed be a novel male protagonist with a charmed life. But there was no if. The doctor concluded that his pheromone disorder was incurable and that he was doomed to die before 30. He thought he had little time left until he met Su Louzhi. No pheromones, clean as a vacuum, her looks perfectly matched his aesthetic, and her personality hit his heart completely. Ji Kailan's Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, and only one thought filled his mind: She can only be mine. So he began a long-term plan of legal abduction: pretending to meet by chance, creating alone time, playing pitiful to gain sympathy, sneaking into her room while she napped. Su Louzhi was completely unaware, even thinking that this senior was just too nice, considerate and gentle. Until one day she discovered that he had added something to her milk... After being found out, Ji Kailan even went further, putting a tracking bracelet on her. Su Louzhi: ... Oh well, she already likes him, what else can she do? — [Teaser] After a huge misunderstanding, Su Louzhi finally found the hottest post on the school forum: [Rational Discussion: Can our finance department's famous mute girl really withstand Senior Ji?] Beneath it, a crowd of gossipers analyzed passionately: Enigma's hardware is too heaven-defying; a genderless person is roughly equivalent to a Z-grade Omega; if these two do it once, it might kill her. Su Louzhi blushed. Because—they actually did it. And they did it for five days and five nights. Other: Group transmigration, infrastructure, leveling up One-sentence summary: They really have no taste! Theme: Study hard, make progress every day.

Alias上上婚

AuthorXiu Dao / 袖刀

🫧Gentle and quiet vs ❄️Cold and arrogant Xuan Yang first saw Zhou Dang at the opening ceremony of her first year of high school. The blue-and-white school uniform was loosely draped on the mixed-race boy. A dazzling blue diamond stud hung from his left ear, his silver hair breathtakingly handsome—beauty breaking dimensions. When Xuan Yang finished her speech as the freshman representative and left, she accidentally met his indifferent, deep eyes. The boy seemed disdainful; he only glanced for a second, then turned away. Later, they got married. On their honeymoon in Melbourne, Xuan Yang ran into the prodigy she had secretly admired during her school days. She habitually sneaked a few more looks, but when she came to her senses, Zhou Dang, who had been walking beside her, was gone. When she found him, he was standing by the street, blowing smoke rings. The mist blurred his slender, handsome face. Seeing her, he put out his cigarette and approached, looking at her coldly: "Not watching your first love anymore?" Xuan Yang was stunned, peering into his deep eyes. Zhou Dang raised an eyebrow. "Last chance—sure you don't want to look a little longer?" "Last chance?" Xuan Yang didn't understand. The man hummed deeply, lowered his head, and kissed her on the street. "From now on, you can only look at me. I am your lawful husband." Xuan Yang thought that her and Zhou Dang's feelings were built night after night after marriage. Until she opened a dusty, yellowed diary. 18-year-old Zhou Dang wrote: —I love you like ebony, never decaying. - Beautiful female lawyer vs boss of Beijing circle. The male lead had a secret crush since youth, and dotes on his wife after marriage. - Double chaste. Both leads are not perfect; the female lead once had a crush. If you mind, be cautious. - All plots are purely fabricated by the author. Please do not bring into reality. - No trolling, no trolling, no trolling. - Tagline and blurb written on 2024.11.15, revised on 2025.09.20, screenshots taken as proof.

Alias假夫君他追到冥界了

AuthorZi Du / 子渡

Di Yao drank the Mengpo Soup but couldn't reincarnate. She looked at the man standing in front of the luxurious small courtyard assigned to her in the underworld, and then at the doorplate hanging on the fence with the names of the residents: "Di Yao, Wei Xunzhou." Live in the same room, die in the same grave. This man before her must be her husband. * Di Yao didn't want her husband to know she had amnesia, so she acted cautiously, afraid of slipping up. But the two were stuck together all day, and mistakes inevitably happened. She nervously watched Wei Xunzhou, who had rolled up his sleeves to cook in the kitchen, and then looked at the clothes and bed sheets drying in the yard. "Something's wrong. Why isn't he angry at all?" When the Mengpo Soup's effect finally wore off, Di Yao realized what was wrong—the husband she had given her whole heart to was a fraud! Then she learned something even more terrifying: the man who had shared her bed all these days was none other than the dreaded Ghost King of the Underworld! She found Wei Xunzhou, but he didn't explain anything, only said he would help her reincarnate as she wished. Di Yao was utterly disappointed and left in a huff! * Wei Xunzhou originally only intended to repay a debt of gratitude by snatching Di Yao's corpse from her faithless husband and ensuring she left with dignity. He never planned to pretend to be her husband. But when he saw Di Yao's bright eyes, he inexplicably took on the role of "the impersonator." Fortunately, Di Yao had amnesia and treated him like her real husband, even clinging to his arm and calling him by his courtesy name in a sweet voice. Though he remained cold and reserved on the surface, he had already taken it to heart. After Di Yao sensed something was wrong, he pretended to be calm, continuing to wash her clothes and cook for her, helping her with whatever she needed, only hoping that his impersonation wouldn't be exposed too soon. But it was. Watching Di Yao's resolute departing figure, Wei Xunzhou felt at a loss for the first time, his heart a mess and a bloody taste rising in his throat. * Di Yao's new life was thriving, but an uninvited guest arrived, and she braced herself for trouble. "What? Does the Ghost King want to catch me and pull out my tongue or disembowel me?" But to her surprise, Wei Xunzhou had abandoned his usual aloof demeanor, looking pitiful and speaking plaintively: "I don't have a home anymore. Can my lady take pity on me?" Di Yao: Hey! Are you getting addicted to being an impersonator? --- Pre-order: "The Disobedient Disciple Returns with a CP System" Yan Chu transmigrated into a poorly written novel as the master of the dark, twisted, and crazy big villain male lead—a cannon fodder who dies for the male lead. Looking at the disciple kneeling on the ground, obediently waiting for his master to drink tea, she ruthlessly splashed the tea of discipleship. "Stay away from the protagonist for a safe life"—that mantra was no joke. A dark, twisted crazy big villain disciple? No thanks. But his future throne as the demon lord? She wanted it! What she wanted was the throne. After coaxing her disciple to go cultivate at a celestial sect, Yan Chu lived a life of utmost leisure. But her good fortune didn't last. The infamous demon disciple from the original story suddenly burst into the demon palace, knocking over and destroying all her puppet male concubines. Yan Chu had just thrown the disciple out when a system dinged in her mind: [Bring him back.] Yan Chu: ... Forced by the dog system, Yan Chu had to "gently smile" and accept the disciple's tea of discipleship; reluctantly praise the disciple's completed tasks; insincerely care about the disciple's mental health... What a perfect picture of a kind teacher and good disciple. But the teacher was not kind, and the disciple was not good. The demon disciple would slaughter a celestial sect one day, bully the demon race the next, and every day he disguised himself as her puppet male concubine, kneeling meekly by her skirt, waiting for her caress. That was bad enough, but if he tried to climb into his master's bed, he'd only get slapped. Yan Chu's hands hurt, but a flicker of excitement flashed in the disciple's eyes, which then turned to tears as he hugged her. He breathed in her ear, his voice lonely and sad: "I know your kindness to me is fake. But even if it's fake, I can't help being happy. I'd rather you hit and scold me every day than ignore me." Yan Chu wasn't falling for it. She raised her hand for another slap, but the system issued a new task: [Comfort him.] — Rong Buchi was born a demon, with a perverse nature and arrogant pride, believing no one was worthy of teaching him. But when Yan Chu splashed him with the adulterated tea of discipleship, he was somewhat surprised. He gleefully expected her to be furious, but she only looked down at him with disdain. He accidentally overheard that his master was about to die, so despite his contempt, he infiltrated a celestial sect and stole their ultimate treasure for her. By the time he finally escaped and returned to the demon palace, his master was not only alive and well, but had taken over his father's position—he had been played. But the priority was to eliminate the fakes around his master. Since his master disliked him, he'd become her puppet male concubine. He was more than willing.