30 Years Frozen, Emergency Rescue
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Publish：2025-10-18
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When top-tier celebrity Quiana Swift returns home after three years abroad, the internet is still buzzing with the scandals that forced her to disappear. Hoping to clear her name, she joins a trending reality dating show—only to come face-to-face with the last man she ever expected to see:
her ex-husband, Tristan Shaw, the industry’s most powerful and untouchable CEO.
Thrown back together under the spotlight, sparks fly—passion, tension, and old wounds all at once. As jealous rivals plot to ruin Quiana again, Tristan repeatedly steps in to protect her, proving that their past was never truly over.
From viral drama to red-carpet revenge, the two fight their way through lies, betrayal, and the relentless online world. But when the truth finally surfaces, they’re given something even more unexpected—a second chance at love, stronger than fame, scandal, or the cameras watching their every move.
A heart-racing mix of second-chance romance, hidden feelings, industry intrigue, and reality-show chaos—perfect for fans of fast-paced, addicting drama.
Mob Boss Falls for Village Girl
The moment small-town Lily Robinson pulls a bleeding stranger onto a midnight train, she never expects the jolt that follows—the man she saves is Ethan Walker, the ruthless Sea City mob boss everyone fears, and now he owes her his life. That single act of kindness becomes her biggest shock, danger, and thrill all at once.
Arriving in Sea City with nothing but hope for her grandmother’s treatment, Lily is dragged into a world of mafia manhunts, power struggles, and dangerous protectors, as Ethan hunts down the enemies who left him for dead—while launching an intense, possessive pursuit of the girl who dared to help him. His world is guns, secrets, and blood feuds; hers is innocence, quiet strength, and a fight for family. The collision is explosive.
Every step Lily takes through the city’s underbelly pulls her deeper into Ethan’s orbit, where loyalty becomes a weapon and love feels like a trap she never asked for. And just when she begins to trust the man behind the legend, a hidden truth about why Ethan was on that train threatens to shatter everything—because in Sea City, no rescue comes without a price… and Lily is the one he’s determined never to let go.
Sharabi Fighter
On the day of the martial arts hall, the wind was still, and no one spoke.
I knelt on the bluestone slab, my back straight as a rod. The blue-robed instructor stepped on my shoulder, sneering, "Sharabi Fighter? Sounds like a drunkard's rant." Laughter erupted around me—so loud it seemed even the wooden posts trembled.
I said nothing. Just slowly lifted my head and stared at him.
"You say I'm unworthy to learn martial arts?" My voice was soft. "Then do you dare let me stand?"
He laughed and lifted his foot.
With a push from my hands, I flipped into a handstand, legs splitting open—into a perfect straddle midair, toes touching the ground, waist arched like a drawn bow. Silence fell for three seconds. Someone dropped their teacup.
"Street trick?" His mockery hadn't finished when I somersaulted down, dashed toward the row of pine training posts, leapt, spun, kicked—*crack!* Five shattered in one sweep, splinters flying into his face.
His expression darkened. He threw a punch.
Fast. Brutal. No mercy. But I sidestepped, slid past his arm, used his momentum—flipped him clean over. *Thud.* He landed flat in the sandpit, covered in dust.
The hall fell utterly silent.
The old master sat in the shadows atop the high platform, unmoving. Only now did he slowly open his eyes, tapping once with his cane.
Atop the mountain peak, I walked barefoot up steps littered with broken glass—one step, one trail of blood. On my shoulders: a boulder weighing three hundred jin. In my mouth: a nursery rhyme my mother used to sing. The wind brushed past my ears, counting with me: seven steps left… six… five…
I reached the end.
She stood there in the morning mist, watching me, silent. Her gaze had changed—from initial scorn, pity, to shock, then quiet pain.
That night, she brought medicine ointment in secret. I asked, "Are you afraid? That I’m a madman?"
She shook her head. "What I fear is that everyone else is wrong—and only you are right."
On the eve of the duel, the notice went up: Victory grants access to the sect’s sacred archives. Defeat means banishment—never to set foot here again.
Before dawn, at the center of the arena, wind swept the last fallen leaves.
The blue-robed instructor ascended, robe billowing, eyes sharp as blades. I stood in faded cotton clothes, barehanded, barefoot.
The crowd held its breath.
The bell had not yet rung. No winner declared. But I knew—this fight was no longer about proving how strong I was.
It was about making the world admit: some people are born outside the rules—but still deserve respect.
He threw his first punch.
I smiled.
And moved.
Baby's Revenge: Make Mommy a Queen!
In the womb, she stole her younger brother’s fate—not his heartbeat, but their parents’ love.
At seven, she died on the snowy night her mother was cast out of the house.
When she opened her eyes again, she was five years in the past, clutching a note:
【January 3, 2025: Father brings his new lover home. Mother drinks the "tonic" and goes mad.】
And another line: 【Overseas account balance: 5,876,320.41 yuan.】
This time, I won’t fight for affection, beg for justice, or wait for anyone to see the truth.
I’ll make them kneel and hand me the throne themselves.
On the night of the New Year’s banquet, crystal chandeliers glittered over a table of gold and jade. My father held his mistress close and smiled: “From now on, our family is finally complete.”
I raised my glass, lips curling into a gentle smile. “Dad, I wish you and your ‘true love’ eternal happiness.”
Then I tapped the play button on my phone.
The surveillance footage of my mother being dragged from the courtyard exploded across the grand hall’s screen.
Followed by records of my father’s three-hundred-million yuan transfer to his mistress, the forged notarized will, and then—his own voice: “Good riddance to that good-for-nothing girl. Her death saves us the trouble.”
Silence swallowed the room.
I stood, my dress sweeping past an overturned soup bowl, and walked slowly to my mother. I took her trembling hand into mine.
“Mom,” I said, soft but clear enough to cut through the entire hall, “now it’s our turn to go home.”
My father shot to his feet. “Who are you?!”
At last, I turned and smiled. “Who do you think? Your daughter—the one who was supposed to stay dead.”
The spotlight hit my face like a long-overdue coronation.
And the storm?
It had only just begun.
7 Days to Execution
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Love's Second Chance
Sunlight slanted into the courtyard, stretching shadows long across the stone path.
The gardener bent low, pruning roses. The bouquet in his hand—deep red, thornless, like blood, like a kiss—had been carefully chosen the night before. A man stood beneath the veranda, impeccably dressed in a suit, his gaze cold enough to freeze summer itself. He said nothing, only watched as the flowers were handed away—an unspoken command.
He knew they would reach her.
And she would surely believe it was a peace offering.
But as he turned, the faintest curve lifted at the corner of his lips.
—The performance had begun.
*
Inside, the mirror reflected his movements as he undid the buttons of his suit. His tie loosened, then tightened again. He stared at his reflection, as if confirming: was the hunter ready for tonight?
His phone lay silent on the bathroom counter, messages piling up unread. He didn’t look at a single one.
He knew what she was waiting for.
*
In the office, his ex-wife and his secretary crossed paths.
“I’ve signed the divorce papers,” she said coolly, as if declaring victory. “Tell him I won’t give him another chance to change his mind.”
The secretary kept typing, eyes down. “Mr. Lu never explains. Especially not to someone already out of the game.”
The woman laughed bitterly. “Then let him prepare to walk away with nothing.”
Before the words fully faded, the door opened.
He stepped in, coat still on, gaze sweeping over her like she was discarded paper.
“I don’t explain,” he said, voice low and rough, yet precise. “But that agreement you signed—void.”
Her pupils shrank. “What did you say?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he placed his phone gently on the desk, screen lighting up—
【Miss Wynn – Missed Call】
He pressed accept, his tone suddenly soft, unrecognizable:
“Yes, I’m here. Proceed as planned. Time to close the net.”
Outside, a white sedan waited silently.
He stepped out under an umbrella when she ran after him, voice trembling. “You planned this all along, didn’t you? All of this—it’s your setup?”
Rain fell in fine threads. He paused for just a second, profile sharp against the gray light.
“You should have realized,” he murmured, “I never let anyone force me out of this marriage.”
The edge of the umbrella tilted, shielding her drenched face from view.
The car door shut. The world sealed off.
In the backseat, he opened a folder. On top, a photo—her meeting secretly with her lawyer, timestamped three days prior.
His fingers traced the edge of the image. Quietly, he whispered:
“Love?”
“I just… haven’t finished playing yet.”