When Fang Xihe crossed over, the male lead was proposing to her.
“Xihe, marry me.”
She wasn’t the female lead. She was the supporting villainess who caused the male lead psychological trauma, leading to his twisted and dark personality later on.
The ex-girlfriend who despised the male lead for being poor, rejected his proposal, and turned around to marry a rich second-generation heir.
Later, she did all kinds of evil deeds, trying to sabotage the relationship between the male and female leads.
Fang Xihe was stunned for a full two minutes.
Long enough for a trace of disappointment to flash through the male lead Shang Chenzhou’s eyes.
“Xihe, are you unwilling?”
Fang Xihe looked at the man kneeling on one knee before her.
Handsome brows, deep black eyes.
Holding a 0.5-carat diamond ring, gazing at her with affection and anticipation.
Fang Xihe swallowed.
Thinking of the original owner’s ending in the novel—
After marrying the rich second-generation heir, she was abused daily, verbally humiliated and suppressed by her in-laws.
To outsiders, she had married into a wealthy family and lived the life of a rich wife.
Only she herself knew she had nothing—her pockets were emptier than her face was clean.
She was nothing more than a free nanny married into the family.
Meanwhile, one year after the original host’s marriage, the male lead was acknowledged by a top elite family in the capital, becoming a lofty crown prince of the elite circle.
He met his destined woman—the novel’s female lead.
At first, the female lead was kept by the male lead as a substitute for the original host, like a canary in a cage. Later, feelings grew over time, and he fell in love with her.
At this point, the original host jumped out to stir trouble.
She caused misunderstandings between the male and female leads, leading the female lead to leave heartbroken.
The male lead then began a long and painful pursuit to win her back.
The original host was dragged back by her abusive husband and beaten. By accident, she was beaten to death, ending her short life.
…
Fang Xihe had taken too long to think, and there was no joy on her face.
She probably didn’t want to.
Shang Chenzhou, disappointed, was about to withdraw the ring.
At that moment, Fang Xihe snatched the ring and put it on the middle finger of her left hand.
Loudly declaring, “I do!”
This was probably her only chance in life to become rich.
How could she miss it?
The man in front of her would become a powerful elite crown prince, wealthy beyond measure, with countless assets.
Soon, the top elite family’s head would throw money at her to make her divorce Shang Chenzhou.
When Shang Chenzhou met and fell in love with his destined woman, he would also throw money at her to divorce him.
She would be showered with money, become rich, take a huge sum, and leave in style—travel the world and lie flat, never working those crappy jobs again.
Haha, life couldn’t be more carefree!
A daydream impossible in reality would come true after transmigrating into a book.
Shang Chenzhou slowly stood up, gazing at the smile on Fang Xihe’s face. His uneasy heart finally settled.
He thought she didn’t want to marry him.
He had overthought it.
Fang Xihe was probably just too surprised to react earlier.
After all, they had only graduated half a year ago—marriage was a bit rushed.
But he couldn’t wait. He was afraid of losing her.
Because the other day, when he went to pick her up from work, he saw her accept roses from another man, smiling happily.
He instantly felt a sense of crisis. His first thought was to lock her firmly by his side.
And the way to do that was marriage.
…
Fang Xihe stretched out her hand, admiring it happily.
Bouquet and diamond ring—very beautiful.
Even if it was a lab-grown diamond, it still cost over 10,000.
She remembered that at this time, the male lead had just graduated and started a small company with friends, investing all his savings from part-time jobs during college. He was dirt poor.
So how did he have money to buy a diamond ring?
She looked up at the tall, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted man.
“Where did you get the money?”
Shang Chenzhou lowered his gaze, avoiding her eyes.
“Don’t worry about it.”
Fang Xihe pressed her lips together and really did stop worrying.
No matter who he borrowed it from, he would definitely be able to pay it back in the future.
No need to stress over it.
Shang Chenzhou suddenly grabbed her hand.
Fang Xihe was startled and reflexively shook him off.
The darkness in Shang Chenzhou’s eyes deepened.
Fang Xihe almost bit her finger in annoyance.
She forgot she had transmigrated—right now she and Shang Chenzhou were a couple.
Holding hands and kissing were normal between couples.
Her reaction just now was too strange.
But before transmigrating, she had never been in a relationship. Suddenly holding hands with a man felt unfamiliar.
She thought for a moment.
What if she imagined Shang Chenzhou as Zhang Linghe?
Mm, not a bad idea.
She was holding her idol’s hand!
Yes, she was holding her idol’s hand!
She walked closer to Shang Chenzhou, reached out, and took the initiative to hold his pale, well-defined hand.
Smiling ingratiatingly at him.
“I was just shocked by you earlier, that’s why I shook you off.”
The darkness in Shang Chenzhou’s eyes faded.
So that was it—he thought she disliked his touch.
“Xihe, I have no house, no car. I can’t give you a good life right now.”
“But believe me—give me time, and I’ll let you live well.”
If anyone else said that, it would just sound like empty promises. Fang Xihe would roll her eyes and walk away without looking back.
But this was Shang Chenzhou.
The future heir of a top elite family.
He would have money, many houses, and a garage full of limited-edition luxury cars.
Thinking about how the elite family would soon throw money at her—
Her round almond eyes sparkled as she smiled brightly.
“I believe you.”
Shang Chenzhou’s dark eyes locked onto her deeply.
His other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly.
Fang Xihe chanted in her heart: My idol is hugging me! My idol is hugging me!
Oh my god, help!
She had never even had a boyfriend before, and now she was suddenly holding hands and being hugged by a man.
Her girlish heart pounded wildly.
Counting in her head: one, two, three… all the way to three hundred sixty-five before Shang Chenzhou let her go.
As soon as she was free, Fang Xihe rushed into the bathroom.
Shang Chenzhou just thought she needed to use it urgently.
He didn’t think much of it and turned to clean up the dishes and wash them in the kitchen.
Sitting on the toilet, Fang Xihe looked around the bathroom.
Small, without a dry-wet separation, but very clean. The tiles were spotless, and there was no unpleasant smell.
Much cleaner than the shared apartment she lived in when she first went to Modu in her previous life.
She stayed in the bathroom for two minutes before going out.
She saw Shang Chenzhou standing with his back to her, washing dishes in the kitchen.
White shirt, black pants, broad back.
The novel mentioned he was 188 cm tall.
So tall!
This small apartment was rented by Shang Chenzhou. He lived alone but kept it very clean.
In reality, it was hard to find a man this tidy.
Fang Xihe sat on the small sofa, took out her phone, and began familiarizing herself with the original host’s social relationships.
After washing the dishes and drying his hands, Shang Chenzhou came out and sat beside her.
Fang Xihe instantly tensed, forcing herself not to shift away.
When Shang Chenzhou held her hand again, she gave a stiff smile.
The atmosphere was ambiguous yet strange.
Shang Chenzhou called her softly, “Xihe.”
Before Fang Xihe could react, she found herself pressed onto the sofa.
Shang Chenzhou looked at her intensely, his face drawing closer.