“Madam, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me, Madam!” Nanny Wang hurried over in alarm, wanting to see if her mistress had been possessed. Why was she acting like this so early in the morning?
Madam?
Jing Mo had heard this middle-aged woman call her Madam.
Jing Mo wondered: Madam?
Where was this Madam?
For a moment, Jing Mo’s mind went blank.
Seeing Jing Mo sitting dazedly on the bed, Nanny Wang tentatively called to her again.
Jing Mo’s eyes shifted. The middle-aged woman was staring straight at her, and now Jing Mo was certain: the woman was calling her.
“I must not be awake yet. I should go back to sleep. I’m definitely dreaming.” Jing Mo patted her face, gave a silly laugh, then flopped back down and pulled the covers over her head.
Jing Mo thought she was dreaming and that everything would be fine once she woke up.
“Oh, Madam, don’t go back to sleep! Don’t you have to make Sir breakfast? There won’t be time soon!” Seeing Jing Mo lie back down, Nanny Wang hurried over to pull the covers away.
The covers were dragged off, and the light on her eyelids convinced Jing Mo that she wasn’t dreaming at all.
But Jing Mo remembered that this middle-aged woman had said something about making breakfast?
For whom?
In the end, Jing Mo got out of bed.
When Nanny Wang saw Jing Mo up, she went out to fetch her some clothes.
Only then did Jing Mo take a proper look around the room.
Jing Mo saw that the bedroom was enormous, its understated luxury filling every corner. But the overall style was gloomy, making the room feel stifling and oppressive.
Jing Mo got out of bed. As she pushed aside the thin blanket, slipped on her slippers, and stood up, she felt a little dizzy.
“Good grief, am I really this tall?” Jing Mo was stunned by how far she stood above the floor.
Jing Mo remembered being only five foot three. And besides—
As if something had just occurred to her, Jing Mo ran her hands over herself.
Oh my! Jing Mo’s eyes widened. Curves in all the right places!
Jing Mo yanked open her silk robe and looked down. A pair of long, fair, shapely legs came into view.
Jing Mo’s heart began to race. These were her dream legs!
Jing Mo’s gaze traveled from her legs to her arms. They were just as dazzlingly white.
Jing Mo raised her hands in front of her face and inspected them. Then she couldn’t help exclaiming, “This is unreal. These hands are so beautiful! It’d be a crime not to be a hand model.”
Jing Mo’s own figure had already been great, but compared with this body, it didn’t come close. This one was practically perfect. She’d even taken a look at her chest just now. How to put it? Her dream chest!
Then Jing Mo seemed to remember something and hurried to the vanity mirror.
The moment Jing Mo saw the woman’s face in the mirror, she froze.
“Good heavens!”
The woman in the mirror had bright, peach-blossom eyes that sparkled like stars, as if they could draw anyone in and leave them spellbound. Her nose was small and high-bridged; her features were exquisitely perfect; and her lips were a vivid, tender red, though she wasn’t wearing any lipstick.
With her tall figure, the face made her look like a peerless beauty carved from the finest jade!
Jing Mo stared at the reflection in shock. The woman in the mirror stared back, mouth slightly open and eyes wide with astonishment.
It took Jing Mo a long while to come to her senses.
“Could I have transmigrated?” Jing Mo loved clubbing and flirting with handsome men. She didn’t care for novels, but she knew the transmigration trope. Slowly, she began to piece together what was happening. She had transmigrated—into the body of a stunning beauty!
One of Jing Mo’s strengths was how quickly she adapted. While other people might still be reeling from the shock of transmigration, she had already accepted it.
“This is a win! A huge win!” Jing Mo happily twirled in front of the mirror.
Jing Mo had this figure, this face—and judging by the bedroom decor, she was obviously from a rich family!
A win, a win!
But the very next moment—
“Ahhhhh! What a loss! A total loss!” Since she didn’t know whose body she’d transmigrated into, Jing Mo had casually searched a cabinet and found the body’s ID card.
The moment Jing Mo saw the name on it, she nearly fell over.
Jing Mo looked at the two clearly printed characters on the ID card with tears in her eyes: Jing Mo.
Well, wasn’t that a coincidence?
She was called Jing Mo too, but this Jing Mo looked nothing like her.
Could it be? Jing Mo suddenly remembered that the ill-fated supporting character who died horribly in the book she’d read last night was also called Jing Mo.
Just then, Nanny Wang came in with some freshly ironed clothes.
“Madam, why are you holding your ID card?” Nanny Wang asked curiously after setting the clothes on the bed.
Hearing her voice, a glimmer of hope rose in Jing Mo’s heart.
She took a deep breath, looked at Nanny Wang, and summoned the courage to ask, “Where’s Chi Yan?”
Nanny Wang paused for a moment, then quickly replied, “Sir’s already gone to the office. You knew that, didn’t you, Madam?”
Boom—
Jing Mo staggered back a few steps. Nanny Wang’s words shattered the last of her hope.
Chi Yan was the male lead in Don’t Fall for Me, Dominant CEO!
There was no mistake. Jing Mo had transmigrated—and into a book!
Ahhhhh! The world spun around her. This was going to kill her!
She’d thought she’d hit the jackpot, but she’d actually transmigrated into the body of a short-lived woman!
What good was being beautiful?
What good was having a smoking-hot figure?
What good was being rich?
She was going to die young!
Jing Mo’s face crumpled. She felt awful, and she was on the verge of tears.
Seeing how pale her mistress looked, Nanny Wang grew anxious.
“Madam, are you feeling unwell? Why don’t you go back to sleep? We can skip making breakfast,” Nanny Wang said, reaching to help Jing Mo back to bed.
Nanny Wang’s touch made Jing Mo shudder.
No. She couldn’t just sit around and wait for her fate. She needed to figure out what was going on. If all else failed, she could run away! She couldn’t repeat the same tragic fate as in the book.
With that thought, Jing Mo pushed away Nanny Wang’s hand.
“I’m fine now, Nanny Wang. You can go out. I’ll get dressed.” Jing Mo remembered that the Jing Mo in the book was often accompanied by a nanny called Nanny Wang. This was probably her.
At Jing Mo’s words, Nanny Wang breathed a sigh of relief and went out.
Once she was sure Nanny Wang had gone, Jing Mo spoke to the air.
“Um, system, are you there?”
“Hello? I’m your host!”
“Are you there? System?”
Jing Mo called out several times, but got no answer.
“So that’s settled. I’ve transmigrated into a book, but I don’t have a system.” As she spoke, Jing Mo plopped down on the bed.
She folded her arms and thought it over.
Not having a system might not be a bad thing. If she did, it would probably make her pursue the male lead, but she didn’t want to pursue him.
The first ironclad rule of Jing Mo’s heartbreaker code was: Don’t flirt with someone who’s taken.
And the male lead, Chi Yan, wasn’t just married to her—he also had someone he had always held in his heart—his “white moonlight,” the female lead of the book.
So, by that rule alone, Jing Mo didn’t want to pursue the male lead!
Thinking of this, Jing Mo breathed a sigh of relief. It was good not to have to pursue him; she wouldn’t have to do things she disliked just to meet a system’s demands.
After changing, Jing Mo stepped out of the room.
The moment she did, her eyes widened. Good grief, this place was huge!
The room she’d come out of was on the second floor. She gave the floor a quick look. There had to be more than a dozen rooms within sight.
And the decor practically reeked of money.
They were rich. Really rich. Jing Mo had never lived in a house this big or this luxuriously decorated before.
She had a little money herself, but nothing compared to this.