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Chuan Shu

The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul

[Entertainment Industry + Strong Female Lead + Refreshing Story + Hidden Identity] The Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect, Tang Shu, who was skilled in Poison Techniques and Hidden Weapons, had transmigrated and became an 18th-tier newbie, debuting as a supporting actress. After a variety show aired: Haters: "I actually think Tang Shu is kind of cute. Is there something wrong with me?" When the National Mechanical Engineering Research Institute announced: Miss Tang is our key-appointed research consultant. Haters: "What????" When an authoritative Chinese medicine expert revealed during an interview: The development of a new type of medicine owes much to Tang Shu. Haters: "Isn't this just too coincidental?" When the Porcelain Restoration Department openly stated: No one surpasses Tang Shu in the fields of porcelain restoration and calligraphy and painting. Haters: "Is this white lotus getting a bit too intoxicating?" When a Weibo big V with millions of fans accidentally revealed her face during a live broadcast... The haters all declared that their minds were blown! *** Jing Yu, the favored son of heaven, had always had an iron grip and a successful career until— he met Tang Shu. Inside the cinema, after watching four or five movies in a row, he realized the person sitting next to him hadn't changed, enjoying the popcorn with great relish. Jing Yu's throat moved slightly; this woman was flirting with him. Facing each other in a coffee shop, she casually pulled out a double-sided straw and placed it in her cup. Jing Yu's eyes tinted red; this woman was definitely flirting with him!
Rain Chen Zhenzhen · 1.7M Views

Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Shu Wan, the most outstanding daughter of a high-status family from a feudal dynasty, travels a thousand years into the future, becoming the new lady of the Fu family in the capital. ------ Her husband in name has gone overseas to explore markets, leaving behind a rebellious son whose name resounds throughout the capital. ------ Upon first meeting, the rebellious son speeds past on a motorcycle with his silver-white hair flying, "Isn't that my stepmother who's 6 years older than me? Skinny arms and legs, but with grand ambitions." Before he finishes, Shu Wan leaps up and plucks him off the motorcycle with one hand, "Watch your mouth." ------ Fu Yang is consistently at the bottom of his grade, especially with his Chinese language scores never passing 50. Shocked by his atrociously written exam papers, Shu Wan asks, "Are you even Chinese?" Fu Yang is defiant, "Aren't you a dimwitted academic failure yourself, what right do you have to criticize me?" Yet the next second, as Shu Wan smoothly writes down 'Ancient Prose Paragon' with a brush, it's Fu Yang's turn to be astonished. Isn't she a walking dictionary? ------ Fu Siyu returns from his overseas expansion earlier than expected, thinking he would come home to chaos. However, upon entering the door, he sees the usually defiant Fu Yang sitting obediently practicing his calligraphy with a perfect score exam paper beside him. And his reputedly timid wife, in a sleek black high-slit dress, confidently struts to the music, drawing the attention of everyone. But none of that is the focal point. The focus is on Fu Siyu's gaze, sharp as a knife, directed toward the dance partner's hand resting on Shu Wan's lower back, "Let go." Note: The son is not the biological child of the male lead.
ForestBlaze · 1.1M Views

Standing Next To You

A man in his thirties was standing in front of she-devil's grave, under everyone's watchful eyes, he dropped the flower to her coffin, his tone was full of ridicule. "Congrats on your death." Next year he came, "I won. You lost to me and I will live well. Just rot in there." Next year he came again, "I have a pretty girlfriend and I will marry next year. My life is good. Nothing to worry about." Next year he came once more, "I will stop visiting and forget you! My life is better without you! See, I live well!" But he came again the next year and the years after that. People said he was hunted by his so-called arch-enemy. That even after death, the devil did not even let him go. He stood in front of her grave. His once handsome face had turned old and wrinkly. "Bei Sangyun, I cursed you. You are not allowed to rest in peace. You must be suffering there like me, right? You devil..." He might be the last one standing. But his life was the same as the dead's- lifeless and empty. He did not live well, he never once marry and his heart was never at peace. And it was all the fault of one person. ***** Bei Sangyun was a big bully in high school. The target of her bullying was the skinny boy in her grade, Fei Chuan. They were classmates once in kindergarten and met again in high school. But one day, just a year left before graduation, the big bully suddenly changed. One day, Fei Chuan hesitantly opened his locker. The other night, the big bully said that she left something in his locker. He did not really want to open it. He was afraid a poisonous snake would come out of his locker. However, his report card was there. With gritted teeth, the young boy opened it. However, what appeared was not a hideous thing as he expected, but a bright pink letter with a little heart sticker as a seal. It turned out, the surprise was scarier than a snake. Was this a new form of torture? Since then, Bei Sangyun relentlessly chased the young Fei Chuan until the two got married. ****** This is a story of rebirth. The two arch-enemies who could not live under the same sky had become sweet lovers.
Avalondra · 1.7M Views

Regretful Ex-Husband's Survival Guide: Worship Her, Hope for Mercy

For eight long years, Lin Shuyin waited. Five years, she loved him silently as his junior. Three years, she waited patiently as his wife. If not for the night she turned eighteen—when he, drunk and distant, took her first time—she might’ve walked away before ever becoming his wife. But instead, she stayed. Hiding her true identity behind the mask of the perfect, obedient spouse, she remained by his side like a shadow no one noticed. In all that time, he never once looked back. He built an empire while turning a blind eye to her loneliness, to the whispers behind her back, to the way the world mocked her as the shameless woman clinging to a man who never cared. Night after night, she smiled through rejection, humiliation, and the suffocating silence of a cold marriage. Until one day, she snapped. She packed her bags, signed the divorce papers, and walked out with her dignity intact and her secret—one that had shaped everything—still buried deep in her heart. But peace was short-lived. Her nausea was getting worse. Her cravings were out of control. And her suspicions were growing. Was she... pregnant? As if the universe wasn’t cruel enough, suddenly— “Shu, you haven’t eaten. I made your favorite—spicy hotpot, no cilantro.” She blinked at the towering CEO holding a soup bowl and wearing her pink apron. “What are you doing in my apartment?” “I changed your locks for safety,” he replied with a straight face. “You broke in, didn’t you?!” And just like that, the cold man who once couldn’t remember her birthday was now folding her laundry, driving her to prenatal checkups, and glaring daggers at any man who looked her way. At her OB-GYN appointment, he growled at the doctor, “You’re looking too long at her belly. Eyes up.” When she went on a blind date (forced by her best friend), he showed up with a bouquet... and a baseball bat. “Why are you following me?!” she screamed. “I’m not following. I’m just coincidentally everywhere you go,” he said, deadpan. “Coincidentally hiding behind a tree?!” She caught him once reading Pregnancy for Dummies upside down while nervously sipping her bubble tea—one he had memorized the sugar ratio for. “Are you sick?” she snapped one morning. “I miss you,” he whispered. She almost threw a slipper at his head. Worst of all? He sends her voice messages now. “Don’t forget your vitamins. I warmed your milk. Left your pillow on the cool side—just how you like it.” She stared at the screen, fingers tightening. Where was this man when she cried herself to sleep in that same cold bed for three years? Now he wants to tuck her in from afar? Is he playing a game? Is this guilt? Or... is her ex-husband actually falling in love with her now—now that she’s done loving him? Whatever it is, Lin Shuyin swears she’s not falling for it. No matter how good he looks in that apron. No matter how he holds her when she’s too tired to stand. No matter how much he whispers, "Come back home. Come back... to me."
Kashin_san · 15.1K Views

The Supporting Character Miss Tang Is the True Bigshot!

Tang Shu has transmigrated and became a cannon fodder female supporting character in a novel! And on the first day, she was almost sexually assaulted by a pig-faced director! “No one will come to save you even if you scream yourself hoarse today. It’s better if you are good and do as I say. I promise I'll be gentle, and I’ll also give your sister the leading role.”Tang Shu scratched her ears with a puzzled look, thinking she had misheard. “What did you say?”She was the one getting assaulted, yet the leading role would be given to her sister?“Stop pretending. We don’t have much time, so it’s better to hurry up.”Looking at the 200-pound fat man coming towards her, Tang Shu twisted his wrist and wails burst out from within the hotel suite. The pig-looking director collapsed to the ground, looking like a lump of meat. But the matter was far from over. Tang Shu called in the culprit to let her experience what she just had. However, when the young one came, so did the older one. Just as Tang Shu was happily teaching them both a lesson, the original owner’s brother came along. Tang Shu thought he would reprimand her, and she already had the words on the tip of her tongue to fight back. But then…“Sister, do you prefer this pink gemstone necklace, or this sapphire necklace?”Tang Shu: “This doting manner of his can’t be a trap, right?” As she held her guard up against her brother, she saw the original owner’s poor fiance who picked up rubbish for a living. His waist was thin, and he had long legs and a pretty face. Every inch of him ticked all the boxes in Tang Shu’s book. She walked over to him, flung out her credit card, and said, “Hey, handsome! I’ll take care of you!”
ACEE · 327.3K Views

Chainbound demons

YunZhe Jie (The Realm of Veiled Truth) – A vast, fractured continent suspended between antiquity and uneasy modernity. Steam carriages rumble past humming standing stones; steel towers pierce perpetually overcast skies above ancient ruins. Power is measured not in wealth, but in the glowing chain marks etched on the skin of the Shackled (Shu Fu Zhe), those who have bound the demonic entities residing within their personal Mi Wu Zhi Hai (Sea of Bewildering Mist). Society is stratified: the fearful Unawakened (Wu Zhi Zhe), the striving Initiates (Ru Mi Zhe), the powerful Shackled (Iron, Silver, Gold ranks), and the terrifying Lost (Shi Hun Zhe). Order is enforced by the bureaucratic Celestial Mandate Directorate (Tian Ming Yuan) and its Iron Ghost Constables (Tie Gui Chai), challenged by ancient Great Sects (Da Men Pai) like the Frost Forged Heart Sect and the Soul Steadfast Pagoda, and ruthless Corporatocracies (QiYe LianMeng) exploiting demonic power. Suppression Towers (Zhen Mo Ta) loom over cities, stabilizing the Mist, training Initiates, and imprisoning the Lost in the nightmarish Wailing Walls (Shi Hun Jian Yu). Beyond civilization lie the chaotic Wild Zones (Huang Mo), home to physically manifested Wild Demons (Ye Mo) and outcast Shackled. Core Mechanics: Every sentient being possesses a Misty Sea. Within it resides at least one First Demon, a chained entity representing primal aspects of the self or captured cosmic chaos. To gain power, one must project their consciousness into this Sea, confront the hostile demon amidst swirling mist, withstand its psychic assault (snarls, whispers, promises, threats), and, through absolute, unfazed will, utter the command "Break!" to shatter its chains (wrists, ankles, waist, neck). Each broken chain transfers power and a shard of the demon's consciousness. Binding is not victory; it begins a lifelong internal war for control. Lose focus, succumb to fear or rage, and the demon seizes control, leading to mutation, madness, or becoming Lost. Shackled can bind multiple demons, increasing power exponentially but also mental burden and risk. A signature act is standing back-to-back with one's bound demon within the Mist, a temporary alliance forged of necessity and distrust, channeling immense power while constantly resisting its corrosive influence. Broken chains manifest as faintly glowing marks on the binder's corresponding body parts in the real world, signifying status and stability.
MasterLi2012 · 2.4K Views
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