After the rain, the night sky had been washed clean. Most of the smog had been swept away by the rainwater, and the stars above were clearly visible. The air carried the crisp scent that always followed a rainfall. A jade-white moon hung high among the sparkling stars, illuminating the city below.
Tianhua Hotel
Moonlight streamed through a half-open window. The bedroom was faintly visible in the darkness.
On the luxurious king-sized bed in the center of the room, two figures were entangled together. Sounds that made one blush drifted from the bed. The moon slipped behind a cloud, as if it were too shy to witness the scene in the bedroom.
At that moment, a pillow fell from the bed. A section of a wrist as white as jade stretched out from the bed, hanging weakly over the edge. Then a clearly masculine hand reached over and intertwined its fingers with hers, tightly enclosing the small hand.
A long, long time passed.
Only when the sky began to pale with the first light of dawn did the breathless sounds finally stop, leaving behind nothing but faint breathing.
Wen Fufu was awakened by the bright light coming from outside the window. She shifted slightly on the bed. The soft mattress beneath her felt extremely comfortable—far more comfortable than the one in her apartment.
She rolled over and pulled the blanket over her head to block the sunlight.
Today was Saturday. She might as well sleep a little longer.
The person beside her moved as well, possessively wrapping an arm around Wen Fufu’s waist and pulling her tightly into an embrace even while asleep.
Wait!
Wen Fufu’s eyes flew open. She pulled the blanket down, revealing only her eyes, and mechanically turned her head to look at the person beside her.
Oh my God!
Her eyes widened. She did not dare move at all.
She… she… she had a man in her bed!
Her heart began to pound wildly. She scrambled off the bed in a panic.
The moment her feet touched the floor, soreness swept through her entire body, as if she had been run over by a heavy truck. Her limbs felt weak and aching.
Wen Fufu hurriedly grabbed a piece of clothing nearby and put it on. As an adult, she could easily guess what had happened.
After dressing herself, Wen Fufu began looking around the room.
Gone. Gone. All gone.
The computer in her room, her plush toys, the wardrobe she had spent a fortune buying—none of them were there.
She pinched her arm and cried out in pain.
This was not a dream. Everything was real.
Right—the man.
Wen Fufu carefully lifted the pillow that was lying between them. A cold, strikingly handsome face appeared before her eyes. She quickly put the pillow back in place, opened her mouth wide, and clutched her head while screaming silently.
Ahhhhhh!
Where exactly was this place?
She clearly remembered falling asleep in her apartment.
Yet when she woke up, the apartment had turned into a strange place—and she had even slept with a stranger.
Everything had happened too suddenly and too strangely. No matter how strong someone’s heart was, they would not be able to handle such stimulation.
The most important thing right now was to leave before the man woke up.
Wen Fufu stood up with trembling legs and looked around.
Pants. Pants.
Found them.
She tiptoed quietly to the other side of the bed. Among the scattered clothes, she found the pair of pants and put them on. Then she tidied her hair and made sure there was nothing improper about her appearance.
Instinctively, she picked up the women’s handbag on the floor. Bending slightly, she walked to the door and opened a small crack. She looked left and right.
Very good. No one was outside.
After leaving the hotel, Wen Fufu wandered aimlessly along the streets.
The tall skyscrapers before her eyes, the bustling roads, and the crowds passing by—all of it felt completely unfamiliar to her.
This was not her original city at all.
A pleasant piano ringtone suddenly rang from inside her handbag, breaking her daze.
Wen Fufu grabbed the small bag, unzipped it, and reached inside to take out a phone.
This was not her phone. Her phone was not this color.
Looking at the name displayed on the screen—Liu Hao—she realized she did not know this person.
Just as Wen Fufu began suspecting that she might have taken someone else’s bag by mistake, her finger moved faster than her brain and pressed the answer button.
“Hello, Wen Fufu? Is that you?” A man’s voice came from the phone.
How did he know her name?!
“H-Hello… hello, yes, I’m Wen Fufu.” Wen Fufu clutched her chest, her voice trembling slightly.
“Wen Fufu, you finally answered my call. Where are you right now? Are you feeling better?”
Wen Fufu glanced at the street and replied, “I’m outside right now. I’m feeling fine.”
“Phew, that’s good. Wen Fufu, stop putting your phone on silent all the time. Every time someone needs to find you, we have to call several times. Even though graduation is coming soon and I won’t be able to manage you much longer, you still haven’t received your diploma yet. As long as you’re still at school, I’m still your class monitor. You should hurry and call Li Fei. She couldn’t find you at the hotel yesterday and she’s almost going crazy with worry.”
Li Fei.
Why did that name sound so familiar? She was sure she had seen it somewhere before.
Wen Fufu’s mind began spinning rapidly.
Everything happening right now was too strange—the man, Liu Hao, Li Fei…
Thump… thump… thump…
Her heart pounded violently as Wen Fufu stood frozen in place.
Wasn’t this a scene from a novel?!
“Class Monitor, the hotel we went to yesterday… was it called Tianhua?”
“Yes. We even voted to decide to have the gathering at that hotel.”
“Class Monitor, could you tell me what happened yesterday? My head feels a little dizzy, and I can’t really remember what happened.”
At this moment, Wen Fufu’s face had turned pale. She already knew where she was.
“You forgot?” Liu Hao did not think much of it. It was normal to forget things after getting drunk—he had experienced it himself. “Wen Fufu, I really didn’t know you were the type who gets drunk after one drink. Yesterday during the gathering, you drank the beer provided by the hotel. Who knew you’d get drunk after just one bottle? We were having so much fun that we couldn’t just leave you alone, so we booked a separate room for you to rest. After the dinner was over, we planned to take you back to school. But when we went to your room, you weren’t there anymore. We called you but you didn’t answer. Wen Fufu, I’m telling you—if you hadn’t answered this call, I was about to report you missing. We were all starting to think you had been kidnapped.”
“I’m sorry, Class Monitor. I made everyone worry.”
“As long as you’re fine, that’s all that matters. I’ve got something to do, so I’ll hang up now. Remember to come to the graduation ceremony in three days. Don’t forget.”
Liu Hao hung up the phone.
Wen Fufu’s arm dropped weakly to her side.
Everything matched up.
First she got drunk, then she accidentally entered the wrong room, then something happened with the male lead, and after that she received a call from Liu Hao.
Wasn’t this exactly the plot from that second-hand novel she had bought?
Wen Fufu nearly burst into tears.
She had actually transmigrated into a book.
Thinking about that novel made Wen Fufu’s expression complicated.
She loved reading books, and she especially loved hunting for second-hand books at scrap collection stations. Not only were they cheap, but sometimes she could also find classic titles.
That day, while browsing books at the scrap station, Wen Fufu had accidentally been attracted by the cover of a novel lying on the ground.
She bent down and picked it up.
The title was “Brother War: The Temptation of the Rose.”
Well then. She wanted to see just what kind of “war” it was.
After bargaining with the old man at the scrap station, she bought the book for fifty cents and happily hummed a tune as she walked home.
After returning home, Wen Fufu took out the novel before bed and flipped to the first chapter. She skimmed through it quickly from start to finish.
Then—smack—she slammed the book shut.
Her fists clenched.
She never expected that she would share the same name as a character in the novel.
Having the same name would have been fine—but the author actually killed her off in the very first chapter.
And the reason?
After sleeping with the male lead and fearing that the incident would be discovered, she talked with Liu Hao on the phone and then tried to run away. While crossing the road during her escape, she was hit by a car and died.
How could she possibly tolerate that?
She was so angry that after reading just the first chapter, she used the book to prop up a wobbly table leg.
What a waste of fifty cents.
If she had known she would transmigrate into the book, even if someone beat her to death she would not have gone to the scrap station and bought such a book just because it was cheap—and endured the old man’s disdainful look.
Angry as she was, the reality now was that she had entered the book.
The man she saw when she woke up this morning was probably the male lead.
Now that she was outside, the next plot point would probably be her getting hit by a car.
Wen Fufu shuddered.
She did not want to die.
She definitely did not want to be hit by a car.
Right—the Wen Fufu in the novel died while crossing the road.
As long as she did not walk on the road, she should be fine, right?
What a trash novel.
If she ever managed to return to the real world, she would immediately report the author.