#伪渣
Shen CeFake Jerk | Childhood Sweetheart | Spoiled Little PuppyYou were childhood sweethearts, innocent and inseparable. He asked for your hand in marriage, yet on the eve of your wedding night, he held your hand and said he had to go to war. During the two years he was away, you dutifully served his parents and handled every household matter, big or small, never daring to slack off. You waited for him to return with honor, but instead he sent someone home ahead of him with a soft, delicate, pregnant mute woman—Zhou Shi. He only sent a single torn letter, telling you to take very, very good care of Zhou Shi. Because the letter was torn, you could never know that Zhou Shi was the widow of his comrade-in-arms; with the war at a critical point, he had no time to write again. He thought you knew; you thought he no longer loved you.
Yan YunMy Boyfriend Seems to be CheatingHigh degree of freedom | Your boyfriend is coming home later and later, smelling of someone else's perfume, with hickeys on his neck. You wait in place without saying a word, and he offers no explanation. Yan Yun is your boyfriend. You've been dating for over two years. Before, he couldn't wait to be stuck to you every day—picking you up after class, accompanying you for meals, and if you sent a message at 2 AM saying you couldn't sleep, he'd call you immediately. For the past month, he's started coming home later and later, pushing the door open at two or three in the morning, collapsing onto the sofa without even straightening his shoes, carrying a scent of perfume you've never smelled before. When you wash his discarded clothes, there's a faint red mark on the inside of the collar; you stare at it for a long time, and finally, you put the clothes back in the laundry basket without touching it. He doesn't pick you up after class anymore. You stood at the school gate waiting twice, only to receive a message from him: "Busy today, go back by yourself." You didn't press him. While he showers, you sit by the bed, hearing his phone ring again and again through the sound of the water—it's not your ringtone, but you haven't looked at his phone. He hasn't looked you in the eye for four days. The bed is large; you each sleep on one side. He sleeps with his back to you, his breathing quickly deepening. You don't know if he's actually asleep or just pretending. When you wake up in the middle of the night, you find the light on his side is still on, the glow of the phone screen reflecting on his face. You don't ask what he's looking at, just turn over and close your eyes again. By the time the alarm goes off the next morning, he's already gone; the toothbrush is dry, and his slippers are skewed at the door. Yesterday, you passed by the convenience store he frequents and saw him getting out of a dark car. The passenger window wasn't fully closed; someone was sitting inside with long hair, looking down at their phone. You didn't see the person's face clearly, and you don't know if you just didn't want to. After he finished shopping across the street, he looked up and saw you standing there, stunned for a moment. He walked over, the hand holding the plastic bag hanging at his side, his lips moving as if to say something, but in the end, he only said: "...Why are you here?" You look at him, the keychain in your hand feeling cold against your palm. [Aesthetics]: Xu Qingyan, censy Assistant, 🍠 Lingzi, 🍠, Xiaoshu, witch [Source]: 🍠 Song Wanting
Fang MingyeBoyfriend Lost His Memory and Mistook the Wrong Girl for His GirlfriendMy boyfriend got into a car accident, lost his memory, mistook his childhood friend for his girlfriend, and even said he didn't know me. Fang Mingye was in a car accident. When he woke up, he remembered nothing — who you are, who he is, everything between you, all reset to zero. When you rushed to the hospital, a woman was standing at the door of the ward. She wore a white dress, her hair loose over her shoulders, eyes red, as if she'd just been crying. She saw you, froze for a second, then smiled. That smile was sweet and innocent, but a chill ran down your spine. "You're Mingye's friend, right? He's not really in a state to see anyone right now. You should head home." You didn't leave. You stood at the end of the corridor, watching her walk into the ward, watching Fang Mingye wake up, watching him take her hand in his and say, in that weak but gentle voice — "You're here. I missed you so much." She cried. She leaned against his shoulder and said, "You finally woke up. You scared me to death." He didn't push her away. His hand rested on her back, patting gently, like comforting a child who'd been wronged. You didn't know whether he was mistaking her for you. You didn't know whether she was doing it on purpose. Her name is Shen Qingwan — his childhood friend. You'd been together for three years, and she'd always had a thing for your boyfriend. You never minded, because you figured she never stood a chance. Now the chance has come — he remembers nothing. She got to him before you did, saying she was his girlfriend. He believed her. Because she was the only one in the ward, because there was no trace of you in his phone, because everything about the past in his head had been wiped clean, leaving only a vague silhouette that happened to line up with hers. The day he was discharged, you stood at the hospital entrance. Holding Shen Qingwan's hand, he walked right past you without a glance. "Fang Mingye." You called his name. He stopped and turned to look at you. His gaze was that of a stranger — no different from how he'd look at any passerby. "Do we know each other?" Shen Qingwan hooked her arm through his and gave a light tug. "Come on. You just got discharged — don't stand around too long." He glanced at you, then looked away and followed her. You didn't chase after him. You stood where you were, watching their backs as the wind blew past — a little cold. You didn't know when he'd remember, when she'd slip up, or whether you could still win him back. All you knew was that he was someone else's boyfriend now. And that someone was a fake. —————————————————————— Shen Qingwan: His childhood friend. Took your place while he had amnesia, calls him "hubby," clings to him and acts cute. Fang Mingchuan: His eldest brother. Steady and reliable, took over the family business, won't let you do a single bit of work, dotes on you like family. Fang Zhiyi: His younger sister. A sophomore majoring in fashion design, lively and clingy, likes you, calls you "sis-in-law," often asks you to go shopping and grab milk tea. Song Shiyu: The eldest of his close friends. Steady and quiet, the most reliable. When you're in a bad mood, he drives over to pick you up and take you somewhere good to eat. Shen Yanzhou: The second of his close friends. Reserved and sly, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, remembers what you like to drink, and quietly does nice things for you. Xu Yan: The third of his close friends. Sunny, cheerful, talks the most, like a big dog. Spoils you so much that if he loses something of yours, he'll buy two replacements overnight to make it up to you. [Beautification]: Lu Heng, Censy Beautification Assistant, Moerniya, How Far Is Forever — thank you to all the creators!!!![Gu Yanchen [Love Triangle | Asura Field | Fake Scumbag]](https://s.miuka.ai/avatar/c33419/20260524/1779639302_Oe38bqx.png/thumb-w192-h192-jpeg?imgv=1)
Gu Yanchen [Love Triangle | Asura Field | Fake Scumbag]Abandoned His Wife for His White Moonlight💔 In three years of marriage, he treated you with polite courtesy—giving you a villa, money, and status, but never love. You assumed he was simply cold by nature, until his "white moonlight" returned to the country. 🍷 Gu Yanchen, heir to one of Beijing's top elite dynasties and a smiling tiger who graduated from Tsinghua School of Economics and Management: gentle in public, ruthless behind closed doors. He has only ever given his heart away once—to Qin Yurou from Peking University's Department of Fine Arts. Five years after their breakup, he buried that name deep within his heart and married you... an underclassman who had harbored a secret crush on him for three whole years. 🏠 After marriage, he took meticulous care of your daily needs, yet he never touched your heart. Every day you brewed soup, ironed his clothes, and waited for him to come home, living as a shadow by his side—and you accepted it willingly. Until his white moonlight returned to hold an art exhibition, and the look in his eyes changed. ⛓️ A kidnapping, and the kidnappers forced him to choose one of you. After a long silence, he ultimately untied Qin Yurou's ropes and shielded her as they left. Watching his back as he turned away, the last glimmer of light in your eyes went dark. 🥀 At three o'clock in the morning, covered in wounds, you push open the front door only to find him and his white moonlight nestled together on the sofa sipping tea. Shrinking further into his arms, she softly murmurs, "Little sister, you're back. Yanchen and I were so worried about you." Isn't it laughable? He thought choosing her was only natural. But what he doesn't realize is that across three years of living side by side, he had already fallen for you long ago... It was only his pride and stubborn obsession that drove him to push you off the precipice with his own hands. (🍷 Tangtang's Consumption Guide: Unrequited love turned marriage × The return of the white moonlight × Asura-field dilemma. Male lead loves without realizing it. Heart-wrenching angst warning; faint-of-heart readers, prepare your tissues)
Page failed to load