Ye Fei Ye

Original name: Prince Charming's Next Door, finished. 
One day, she slept with him accidentally. Two month later, she found herself pregnant, so they got married with baby.
“Mr. Gu, I like the dishes of this restaurant.” Then the chef of that restaurant was hired as theirs. 
“Mr. Gu, I like the bags of that brand.” Then the designer of that brand was employed exclusively for her. 
She thought of herself as a stranger to him after marriage as she had always been, but in fact he doted on her totally beyond her imagination. He would satisfy all her demands, except letting her find a job. 
She kind of got anxiously bored at home, so she sneaked out to find herself a job. However, whichever company she was hired by would go bankrupt somehow or other. 
Finally, she got to know it had been always him who had done mischief surreptitiously. She went to question him angrily, but he gave her a job with a smirky smile. The next day when she went to take the office with delight, she found her employee ID card on the desk said ‘Name: Qin Zhi’ai, Position: Wife of Gu Yusheng’.

Nyoi-Bo Studio

Back Then, I Adored You

The wooden stick moved toward her face. The breeze created by the stick's movement blew into Lin Yi's eyelashes and made them tremble, which pulled her back to reality. Then she looked at the stick that was moving straight toward her cheek, and she suddenly shouted loudly, "Save me—"

Before she finished the word, her words suddenly turned into screaming. "Ah—"

The stick was getting closer and closer to her, two feet, a foot and a half, a foot... six inches... Lin Yi was so scared that her whole body trembled. Her voice was hoarse as she gave a trembling cry.

When the stick was only a few inches from the tip of her nose, there were tears falling from the corners of her eyes. In a panic, she opened her mouth and tried very hard to scream for a long time, but only managed to utter a few "ah" sounds.

Four inches, three inches, two inches... Even if the more bold people were fixated on this scene, they still felt pity for her.

No Matter Whose Fault it is, Does it Really Matter? (4)