Fang Xihe was startled and pushed Shang Chenzhou away, rolling onto the floor.
Ignoring the pain, before he could react, she scrambled up, grabbed her phone, and ran out of the small apartment.
The door slammed shut with a bang.
Shang Chenzhou was still a bit dazed.
Did he… scare her away?
Xihe was rather shy—he should have taken things step by step.
Before he could reflect further, he grabbed his phone and chased after her.
By the time he got downstairs, Fang Xihe was already nowhere to be seen.
He called her, but she didn’t answer.
He could only return upstairs.
Fang Xihe sat in a taxi, patting her burning cheeks, her heart still pounding rapidly.
Things had moved too fast—it scared her to death.
Although the novel she read didn’t go into detail about the male lead and his ex-girlfriend, Fang Xihe now had the original host’s memories.
The original host and the male lead were university classmates from different majors.
The male lead not only had outstanding looks but also excellent grades—he was a favorite among teachers and a prominent figure on campus.
Many girls liked him.
But he was cold and distant, and his family was poor. It was said he had a frail, sickly mother back home and was from another city.
Even if girls liked him, they wouldn’t actually confess.
The original host used to think the same.
What’s the use of being handsome? Without money, you can’t afford a house, and married life would be a mess.
Women of the new era were clear-headed—they weren’t love-brained anymore.
But one month before graduation, while fooling around in the dorm with her roommates, someone started it—
They encouraged the original host to pursue the famously aloof campus heartthrob, Shang Chenzhou.
The original host scoffed: “Relax, I can get him within a month.”
And she actually succeeded—Shang Chenzhou agreed to be her boyfriend.
The two confirmed their relationship.
But Shang Chenzhou was too busy. After graduation, he focused on starting a business, and they rarely met.
Up until now, they hadn’t even kissed.
Moreover, the original host had a mother who was determined to marry her daughter into a wealthy family.
She repeatedly warned her not to date in university, and absolutely not to have relations with men.
She said only by “keeping that layer” could she marry well in the future.
Influenced by this, the original host also dreamed of marrying rich.
She was just playing around with Shang Chenzhou.
Today, she originally planned to break up with him—and humiliate him harshly.
Deep down, she looked down on him.
There was no way she would marry him.
But at the critical moment, Fang Xihe transmigrated in.
She definitely couldn’t follow the original path and end up so tragically.
Even as a supporting character, she had to actively change her fate.
Besides, now that she had transmigrated into a book, she wanted to live freely and fully.
Even if she was the male lead’s ex-girlfriend, as long as she handled her relationship with Shang Chenzhou properly—
And didn’t let his personality turn twisted and dark—
When they eventually broke up, Shang Chenzhou would surely remember how she stayed with him through hardship and give her a large sum of money.
Even if he didn’t feel grateful, if he was eager to be with the female lead, he would still pay her off.
…
Following her memory, Fang Xihe found the original host’s residence.
An ordinary residential complex.
After graduation, she rented the place with two university roommates.
She entered the password and walked in.
A girl in purple pajamas came out of the kitchen holding a cup of water—it was Wang Yuan.
“Xihe, you’re back.”
“Mm.”
Fang Xihe opened the door to the second bedroom and walked in.
It was a small two-bedroom apartment.
She lived in the second bedroom, paying a monthly rent of 2,300.
Wang Yuan stayed in the living room, separated by a curtain, paying 1,500 a month.
Wang Yuan’s family wasn’t well-off—she had younger siblings still in school, and she sent most of her savings back home.
The one in the master bedroom was Zhan Feifei, paying 3,000. Her family ran a business and was relatively well-off.
Fang Xihe felt like she had forgotten something. After thinking for a while, she realized she left her bag at Shang Chenzhou’s place.
She only grabbed her phone when she ran out.
Wang Yuan and Zhan Feifei leaned against the doorway from both sides.
Zhan Feifei: “Did you break up with your male god?”
Wang Yuan: “What was his reaction after getting dumped?”
Fang Xihe pulled over a chair, sat down, and looked at them.
“We didn’t break up.”
“Huh?”
Both looked shocked.
Wang Yuan noticed the diamond ring on her hand.
“Why are you wearing a ring? Is that real?”
Fang Xihe didn’t hide it. “It’s real. Shang Chenzhou gave it to me. He proposed, and I said yes.”
“What???”
Zhan Feifei screamed in shock.
Wang Yuan stood there with her mouth open.
After a long moment, she asked, “Weren’t you going to break up with him?”
Zhan Feifei added, “Exactly! Didn’t you think he was poor and were just playing around? Why did you accept his proposal?”
Fang Xihe didn’t know how to explain.
“I think Shang Chenzhou is pretty good. I don’t want to break up.”
Zhan Feifei: “You’re joking, right?”
Fang Xihe looked serious. “No. I’m really not breaking up.”
The two looked at her with confusion.
Fang Xihe grabbed her pajamas and went to shower.
Zhan Feifei returned to her room.
Wang Yuan stared at the bathroom, her brows tightly furrowed.
After showering, Fang Xihe returned to her room and saw clothes piled messily on the bed.
The original host was someone who looked glamorous on the outside but was lazy and unhygienic in private.
She had reason to suspect Shang Chenzhou was superficial—maybe he liked the original host just for her looks.
When she looked in the mirror earlier—
The original host really was beautiful.
Oval face, fair skin, round bright almond eyes, a high nose, and full pink lips.
No wonder she captivated Shang Chenzhou.
But there was also another possibility—
Maybe Shang Chenzhou liked her because of the plot’s control.
Just to abuse the female lead later.
…
After glancing at the messy room, Fang Xihe started cleaning.
The clothes didn’t seem clean, so she gathered them all and stuffed them into the washing machine.
Then she tidied up the small room, wiping down the cabinets and bedside with water.
Hearing the noise, Wang Yuan came over.
Seeing the neat and clean room, she froze for a moment.
Her gaze landed on Fang Xihe moving in and out.
Fang Xihe was beautiful—the “department beauty” of their major.
Usually fashionable and well-dressed.
But only her roommates knew how lazy and unhygienic she really was.
She rarely did laundry.
Worn clothes were piled on the bed—when she needed something, she just rummaged through them.
Though it looked like she wore different outfits every day, they were actually all worn before.
Even underwear and socks were only washed when she ran out.
Her desk was always cluttered.
But now, this Fang Xihe had completely changed.
So diligent.
“Xihe, are you okay?”
Busy working, Fang Xihe didn’t notice Wang Yuan’s shock.
“I’m fine. I’ll finish cleaning soon—I won’t disturb everyone’s sleep.”
Wang Yuan returned to her bed in a daze.
Fang Xihe cleaned the room, changed into clean bedding, and set aside the dirty ones to wash tomorrow—it was too late and might disturb others.
She hung the washed clothes on the balcony, then returned to her room and lay down.
Too tired. Even in a strange environment, she quickly fell asleep.
The next morning—
She was half-asleep when her phone rang and woke her up.
She fumbled for it and put it to her ear.
“Hello.”
“I’m downstairs. Get ready and come down.”
A low, magnetic male voice.
Fang Xihe opened her eyes, all sleep gone.
She suddenly remembered she had transmigrated—into the ex-girlfriend of a chasing-wife novel’s male lead.
Clearing her throat, she asked, “What is it?”
There was a brief silence before he said—
“To get the marriage certificate.”