Ficorpio
Dive Deep into Boundless Romance & Mystery
Step into a universe of addictive web novels.
From obsessive romances to epic reincarnations,
Ficorpio brings you the most intense emotional journeys.
FicorpioStep into a universe of addictive web novels.
From obsessive romances to epic reincarnations,
Ficorpio brings you the most intense emotional journeys.
At the age of 12, Shen Yue accidentally fell into a pond while feeding fish and discovered a shocking truth: her parents weren't really her parents, and her five brothers weren't her siblings. She was just the fake daughter of the Shen family! Facing the inevitable loss of everything, Shen Yue decided to embrace a carefree attitude—if she was going to lose everything, why not enjoy what she had while it lasted? "Big brother, is running the company fun? Let me have a look." She had to enjoy the perks of being the Shen family's daughter while she still could—soon, she wouldn't be able to afford it. "Second brother, is acting fun? Let me try." What? Getting paid to stay still as a corpse? This job was a must! "Third brother, is your gun real? Let me check." Looks good, but the recoil's too strong. Next time, I'll use a smaller one. "Fourth brother, will the teacher mind if I join your research institute? Let me see." This teacher's really handsome, time to get closer! "Fifth brother, this medicine smells good, can I try it?" Delicious! But my head feels funny. Is it growing new brain cells? On the day the real daughter returned, the five brothers stood protectively around Shen Yue. "Huihui, can we keep her? Her brain isn't all there, and being outside is too dangerous for her." The real daughter sneered coldly, a white lotus in disguise. But later, she discovered that… Shen Yue's brain was truly not functioning properly. "Fine, let's just take care of her."
Six years ago, Tang Nuanning accidentally lost her virginity, and Bo Yanshen accused her of being unchaste, tossing her out with a divorce agreement that left her with nothing. Six years later, she returns with a child, only to realize that the man she had been with that night was none other than him—the father of her child. Bo Yanshen is filled with regret, both shocked and overjoyed. From then on, the cold, aloof CEO transforms into a clingy mess, wanting to crawl into her bed every night. Then, when he hears she's about to marry someone else, he storms into the hotel, disrupting the wedding, and grits his teeth: "Your husband isn't dead yet!" The crowd is left in stunned silence. "!!!!!!!" The eldest son shakes his head in disbelief: "I don't want to know this man." The second son covers his eyes in disgust: "What a shame! I can't look at him, I just can't!" The third son looks worried: "Uh-oh, Daddy's going to get beaten tonight." The fourth son frowns, rolling his eyes up in exasperation: "I can't even, I just can't..." Only the little daughter, dressed in a princess gown, runs over and tugs at Bo Yanshen's clothes, tilting her head with a sweet, innocent voice: "Daddy, can Mommy be the bridesmaid?" Bo Yanshen: "..." Introducing the year's most awkward public disaster!
Cold and Proud Male Pilot x Sweet-Voiced, Beautiful Female Air Traffic Controller Before being pressured into meeting a blind date, Meng Liyue never imagined that her future husband would be the very person she secretly admired during her school days—the one whose name she had written countless times in her diary. After marrying him, everyone thought Liyue had married up, especially since Li Fuzheng was the youngest-ever captain of an Airbus A330 in China, with an impressive family background and looks to match. When asked about their marriage, Li Fuzheng responded casually, "It's whatever." Everyone expected Liyue to be the one who would eventually be left behind. Later, the proud Captain Li found himself begging his wife, an air traffic controller, at 30,000 feet. "There's weather on the left, requesting a right-side deviation." Meng Liyue's voice, sweet as ever, responded with a cutting refusal over the radio. "My radar doesn't show that. I disagree." After landing, Li Fuzheng waited until Liyue was off duty and cornered her outside the control hall, kissing her lips and whispering, "You'll beg me tonight, but it'll be too late…" When Li Fuzheng accidentally learned that Liyue had once had an admirer, his jealousy flared. He became obsessed with knowing who she loved more. Then, one day, during a flight emergency, he squawked the 7700 distress code, finally getting his answer. "Hocheng Approach, good evening, Zhongnan 8562, ready for your instructions." "Zhongnan 8562, Hocheng Approach, radar contact confirmed." Before handing over control to the tower, Meng Liyue calmly told him, "It's you." "I'll bring you home, after 30,000 feet."
Ling Yi was a well-known bounty hunter in a post-apocalyptic world. During a mission, she unexpectedly traveled to the future. Her old world had been turned into a holographic game, and people from around the globe were eagerly participating. Ling Yi, however, had no interest in it; all she wanted was to relax and live a carefree life. But in the future, everything costs money. Struggling to afford basic necessities, she starts wondering if she should return to her old profession. Just then, an advertisement echoed worldwide— "Season S9 is about to begin! Welcome all players to join! The prize pool has accumulated to 10 billion!" Ling Yi: "..." "One last job, then I'll go back to lounging around." The new season of Wasteland: Reboot had begun, and players were eager to jump in, all aiming for that 10 billion prize. Major clubs were sending out their top players, while the audience was hyped up for the competition: "AA is the reigning champion; they'll surely defend their title!" "BB is a three-time champion; this season they'll return to the top!" "CC, the eternal runner-up—will they finally take the crown this time?" Then, an unnoticed newcomer appeared. She crushed AA, knocked out BB, and unexpectedly took home the S9 season championship. A dark horse had emerged, stunning everyone. And this dark horse had a rather plain ID—"Lurker 01."
