When Lu Yufei woke up, her first reaction was the urge to vomit.
Just a second ago, she was still feeling the evening breeze on her commute home, scrolling through the comments of a novel called The CEO’s Palm Pet: President Fu, Don’t Love Me Too Much.
She hadn’t read the book carefully because there was a vicious female supporting character in it who shared her exact full name. The things that character did were both stupid and vile, which had utterly disgusted her.
She was right in the middle of typing furiously in the comment section: “Does this Lu Yufei have something wrong with her brain, going to a shady clinic for an abortion? Isn’t she afraid of dying?”
Before she could even send the comment, she stepped into thin air and fell down an uncovered manhole.
Her very last thought before passing out was: Damn it, who stole the manhole cover?
And then she ended up here, in some bar private room.
Taking a look around, five or six men were standing in front of the table.
One had foundation stuck in his forehead wrinkles, another had visible height-increasing insoles that added at least eight centimeters, and yet another winked at her. Lu Yufei only felt her throat grow greasy, as if she had just chugged half a pound of cooking oil.
A female voice whispered right next to her ear: “Feifei, I specifically picked these out for you. I guarantee you’ll be satisfied tonight.”
A thick wave of perfume washed over her. Lu Yufei felt her stomach churning violently. She turned her head and couldn’t help retching into the trash can beside her.
“Feifei—” that woman leaned in again.
Lu Yufei reached out one hand, fingers splayed wide, and made a standard Erh Kang stopping gesture: “Don’t come over, the smell on you is way too strong.”
The woman froze in place, watching Lu Yufei gag with her head down, rolled her eyes, and didn’t approach again.
After the wave passed, Lu Yufei raised her head to look at that line of “male models” in front of her.
She remembered the male model “bodhisattvas” she used to see online—all suited and booted, with graceful figures and refined, handsome looks.
As for these few in front of her?
Their nose contouring was applied so heavily and darkly that their shirt buttons were popping open to reveal beer bellies, and even when they made a heart shape with their hands, their fingers looked as stubby as five little radishes.
“Who on earth is the target audience for this?” Lu Yufei couldn’t help asking.
“Feifei—” the woman leaned in for the third time.
“I told you you smell. Stay away from me.” Lu Yufei’s Erh Kang hand was back in position.
As purple stage lights swept across the woman’s face, Lu Yufei finally saw her clearly. It was a completely unfamiliar face.
A standard assembly-line plastic surgery face—fake high nose bridge, swollen apple cheeks, pointed tapered chin, with a mean and pretentious expression between her brows, oozing vanity and scheming from head to toe.
“Who the hell are you?”
“What’s wrong with you, Feifei? It’s me, Weiwei, your best friend.”
Lu Yufei didn’t have any record of this person in her brain, so she asked honestly: “May I ask your last name?”
“Lu Yufei, are you out of your mind? I’m Lin Weiwei!”
As soon as Lin Weiwei finished yelling, Lu Yufei’s belly suddenly shifted.
She looked down.
And then she saw her own slightly protruding lower abdomen.
No matter how erratically the bar lights flashed, they couldn’t hide that curve.
She pressed both hands onto her stomach, her voice changing pitch: “Why am I this fat?”
“Oh, pregnancy is always like this,” Lin Weiwei leaned in again.
“Ugh—get away from me, I really can’t handle your smell.” Lu Yufei turned her head and retched again.
Lin Weiwei sat a bit further away. “You wouldn’t be having morning sickness, would you? But anyway, since you’ve already decided to get rid of it, it won’t matter; you’ll recover soon enough.”
“Me? Pregnant?”
Lin Weiwei nodded, her expression saying, Isn’t this obvious?
“It’s normal if you don’t fancy these guys. Even though Fu Qing went bankrupt, his looks and figure are still top-tier. Why don’t you call him to come work as a male model at the club? He’d definitely be the top earner, and the money comes fast. Make him earn money to spend on you.”
Fu Qing.
This name pierced into Lu Yufei’s brain like a needle.
Fu Qing was the male protagonist of the novel she had just been complaining about.
A rising business star, self-made and young, who suddenly went bankrupt and was reduced to making a living by delivering food.
As for the female supporting character, “Lu Yufei,” she was the scheming woman he met during his period of destitution.
The plot replayed in her mind like a lantern slide:
Lu Yufei was a fourth- or fifth-tier minor actress with a bad temper, a penchant for clout-chasing, and terrible acting skills, whose online presence was entirely composed of anti-fans. She had schemed to get pregnant with Fu Qing’s child.
After Fu Qing went bankrupt, she refused to believe it at first, thinking he was “pretending to be down on his luck”—until Fu Qing returned to their cramped rental apartment wearing a delivery uniform, and she completely snapped.
Then, incited by Lin Weiwei, she began squandering the wages Fu Qing earned from delivering food, hitting up bars, and hiring male models.
Five months pregnant, she ran off to a shady clinic for an illegal abortion, which failed and left her permanently infertile.
In the end, she was retaliated against by a triumphant Fu Qing, and completely blacklisted for tax evasion.
Afterwards, she got caught up in gang drug use and ended up in a police cell.
And what about Fu Qing?
He met the gentle, considerate, and empathetic female lead, Su Wan, and the two of them lived a sweet and harmonious life together happily ever after.
Standing in the bar’s private room, Lu Yufei felt her scalp tingle.
She had transmigrated.
She had transmigrated into a novel!
Lu Yufei silently walked out of the private room and hid in the restroom.
Her makeup was already thoroughly ruined, so she simply pulled out a wet wipe from her bag, wiped her face haphazardly, turned on the faucet, cupped some water, and splashed it over her face twice.
She raised her eyes to the mirror. Strangely enough, it was clearly a completely unfamiliar face, but she felt a strange sense of familiarity.
That face was far more vivid and striking than her original appearance. Water droplets clung to her cheeks, and once the heavy makeup was washed away, a gorgeous face with superior bone structure, cold yet stunning, was completely revealed.
Normally at this point in the plot, shouldn’t a system appear?
So she took a deep breath, shouted toward the ceiling, “System? System, are you there? Even a squeak is fine.”
No response.
“Ding? Little Ai? Little Dudu? Big Brother System?”
Still no response.
“No way,” she lowered her voice, then cried out in a breakdown: “Even without a system? How am I supposed to play this?! Why do other people transmigrate with a system and I don’t!”
The door to the adjacent stall opened, and two girls walked out one after the other, looking at her as if she were a lunatic, before calmly starting to wash their hands.
Lu Yufei had no choice but to accept her fate.
She had transmigrated into a vicious female supporting character—no system, no memories, and carrying a five-month fetus in her belly.
Yet Lu Yufei was incomparably clear-headed in her heart: she must never repeat the original owner’s mistakes.
She was in the prime of her youth; she didn’t want to get pregnant out of wedlock at such a young age and get trapped early on in the identity of a mother.
Therefore, the number one rule for surviving a transmigration novel: stay away from the main characters and keep out of trouble.
When she returned to the private room, Lin Weiwei was bustling around several male models, enthusiastically adding them on WeChat.
Taking advantage of the fact that Lin Weiwei wasn’t paying attention, Lu Yufei hugged the wall and quietly slipped out of the room.
The moment she pushed open the bar’s front doors, the night breeze rushed to meet her. The stuffy air mixed with the chaotic scent of alcohol was swept away instantly, and she finally managed to catch a smooth breath.
That sense of relief didn’t even last two seconds before a wave of bewilderment instantly washed over her.
Where was she supposed to go?
According to the original plot, at this time of night, the original owner would be crammed into a tiny rental apartment with Fu Qing.
Yet she had no idea of the exact address, nor did she have the slightest desire to get tangled up with the male lead and be forced into cohabitation.
After the initial panic, her first priority was to check her phone and take stock of her assets.
First, she opened her WeChat wallet: the balance was a mere 256.83.
Then she opened Alipay: total assets: 0.00, and her Huabei credit bill was still over 3,000 in the red!
Her three credit cards had long been maxed out, robbing Peter to pay Paul, and with bills and interest rolling up to the present day, she owed a grand total of over 148,000!
Searching through all her bank cards, she found only one infrequently used savings card with a pathetic 683 yuan left.
Add it all up: a balance of under a thousand, and debts fast approaching 150,000.
Lu Yufei went dark before the eyes.
Standing at the entrance of the bar, she pressed the lock button on her phone and looked up at the sky.
Tonight’s moon was very round, the stars were numerous, and she really wanted to cry.
Her nose suddenly stung, grievances surging up like a tide, and tears spilled down without warning.
She wanted to go home.
She missed her single room, which, though shabby, only cost 800 a month in rent; she missed her bank card where she had finally managed to save 20,000 yuan after two years; she missed the savory pancake stand downstairs from her old house.
Now she was trapped in this completely unfamiliar world, wearing the title of a universally reviled vicious female supporting character, carrying a stranger’s child in her belly, and saddled with hundreds of thousands in massive debts!
People were coming and going at the bar entrance, leaving Lu Yufei to silently scream her breakdown entirely inside her mind: Heavens! I’m just an NPC! Can you please be a little nicer to me!
Her body probably hadn’t eaten properly all day, and coupled with that bout of vomiting just now, her emotions flaring up triggered her hypoglycemia.
Layers of darkness clouded Lu Yufei’s vision, her limbs went limp and numb, and her strength felt as though it was being drained away bit by bit.
Out in the night, a figure in a delivery uniform rode an electric scooter slowly over, stopping right in front of her.
Lu Yufei forced her eyes open, catching only the cold, sharp outline of half a face.
Deep and chilly brow ridges, a pair of eyes sunk so low they held not a single trace of warmth, radiating bone-chilling cold.
She didn’t recognize this face at all, but the instincts left behind by the original owner in this body suddenly gave a fierce, aching jolt, her chest tightening inexplicably.
A low, hoarse voice cut through the night wind, landing heavily against her ear.
“Lu Yufei—”
As the words fell, Lu Yufei’s head sank, her vision went completely black, her body went soft, and she pitched forward straight toward him.