Never in her wildest dreams had Shui Ruyue imagined that she would transmigrate into a novel—only to become a cannon-fodder character who had been brushed over in just a few lines in a girls’ love story.
The original Shui Ruyue, a spoiled rich heiress, had forced herself on Fu Qingzhi, the billionaire heiress worth hundreds of billions. After tormenting her relentlessly, she was divorced, thrown out of the Fu family, abandoned by her own father, left homeless, and eventually starved to death on the streets.
At this very moment, Shui Ruyue’s teeth were still sunk into the other woman’s shoulder.
To be more precise, this was the exact scene she had transmigrated into.
The metallic scent of blood intertwined the two women. Although the other woman had been temporarily restrained and couldn’t move, her gaze remained cold and resolute.
As an ordinary office worker who had been single for twenty-four years and was timid to the core, Shui Ruyue felt a chill run down her spine. She wanted nothing more than to kneel and beg for forgiveness.
But she couldn’t.
If she acted too out of character and someone noticed, she’d probably be abandoned immediately.
After all, in the original novel, Shui Ruyue—who happened to share her exact name—had only been thrown out by Fu Qingzhi after spending an entire month causing trouble. Her departure also marked the turning point when the original heroine agreed to the arranged marriage.
Panicking, Shui Ruyue hurriedly reached out and gently wiped the blood from Fu Qingzhi’s shoulder, trying to make the bite mark look less horrifying.
Before she could finish, the other woman grabbed the back of her neck.
Those icy, stunning eyes locked onto her without blinking.
Shui Ruyue felt as though she were being roasted over an open flame.
Fu Qingzhi was the novel’s ultimate villainess. Her overwhelming presence alone was enough to make Shui Ruyue tremble. Even the protagonists had ultimately failed to defeat her. She was the greatest victor in the empire’s most powerful business world.
After losing the heroine, Fu Qingzhi drank herself to death.
Although the novel never explicitly said she had died from heartbreak, she and the heroine had grown up together and spent twenty-five years by each other’s side.
Wasn’t that the very definition of childhood sweethearts?
Back when Shui Ruyue had first read the novel, she had already been awed by this formidable woman. Fu Qingzhi was brilliant, ruthless, and merciless. Anyone who crossed her met a miserable end.
Now that she had transmigrated into the story herself, Shui Ruyue could only wail inwardly.
Trying to survive under Fu Qingzhi’s watchful eye was practically playing the game on nightmare difficulty.
For now, the only option was to win her over with everything she had. Once she’d secretly saved enough money to secure an escape route, she’d quietly step aside and make room for the original heroine.
“Pack your things and move out tonight.”
Without warning, Fu Qingzhi rolled over and pinned Shui Ruyue beneath her.
Shui Ruyue’s heart skipped a beat.
Her neck was still firmly held, leaving her unable to move. In a burst of desperation, she suddenly threw herself forward and buried herself in Fu Qingzhi’s arms.
“When we got married, you promised you’d give me one month before kicking me out.”
“That only applies if you behave yourself.”
Fu Qingzhi glanced at the phone that was still lit beside the clumsy woman.
A message from Jiang Yan, Madam Shui and Shui Ruyue’s biological mother, continued urging her to win Fu Qingzhi over as soon as possible and secure her position in the Fu family.
The two women had been complete strangers.
Three days earlier, the Shui family had sent Shui Ruyue straight into Fu Qingzhi’s bed and pressured her into marrying her.
The very next morning, Shui Ruyue had brazenly settled into the Fu residence as though she belonged there.
Although the Shui family was also wealthy, it had declined year after year. Hoping to secure the Fu family’s protection, they had offered Shui Ruyue up as a political marriage.
Fu Qingzhi had never felt even the slightest affection for her.
She had only agreed because the Fu family didn’t want a public scandal, assuming she could send Shui Ruyue away after a short while.
Yet over the past two days, Shui Ruyue had acted as though she’d gone crazy, constantly pulling little tricks.
Today, she had actually dared to force herself on her…
If Shui Ruyue insisted on courting death, Fu Qingzhi didn’t mind making her regret it.
“I won’t repeat myself. Get out.”
Shui Ruyue had absolutely no intention of ending up homeless and starving to death.
Instead, she clung even tighter to Fu Qingzhi, wrinkling the already disheveled clothes beyond recognition.
Fu Qingzhi tried to push her away.
Unfortunately, the woman clung to her like a piece of chewing gum.
She simply wouldn’t come off.
Left with no choice, Fu Qingzhi wrapped both hands around Shui Ruyue’s waist.
Shui Ruyue’s waist was incredibly slender.
Earlier that day, the original owner had deliberately waited until Fu Qingzhi returned drunk from a business dinner before coming to seduce her. She had gone through plenty of preparation beforehand, even pouring nearly half a bottle of rose essential oil over herself.
Her smooth skin, carrying the intoxicating scent of roses, slipped effortlessly beneath Fu Qingzhi’s fingertips.
It was as delicate as a freshly peeled boiled egg—so tender that even the lightest touch would leave finger marks, let alone being squeezed and kneaded.
With only the slightest movement, Fu Qingzhi’s hand slipped beneath the hem of her clothing.
“…It hurts.”
Shui Ruyue let out a soft whimper.
Before transmigrating, she hadn’t been nearly this delicate. At the very least, a simple touch wouldn’t have hurt.
But this pampered heiress’s body was so sensitive that even the slightest contact felt strangely uncomfortable.
Warm breath brushed against Fu Qingzhi’s ear.
She instinctively leaned back.
Just as she was about to throw Shui Ruyue out, she lowered her head—
—and met a pair of glistening, watery eyes.
“Please… don’t make me leave.”
Shui Ruyue softened her voice as much as she could.
Fu Qingzhi’s breathing caught.
Only then did she become aware of the soft, warm body pressed against her.
Completely oblivious to the danger she was in, Shui Ruyue kept squirming around. Seizing the moment while Fu Qingzhi was distracted, she snuggled even closer.
“At least don’t send me away now. After one month, I’ll leave on my own.”
Her sweet, gentle voice brushed against Fu Qingzhi’s ear.
At the same time, Shui Ruyue tightened her embrace.
The two of them were still sitting on the carpet, tangled together in an awkward, undeniably intimate position.
As if she’d ever let go.
No matter what happened, Shui Ruyue was going to hold on to Fu Qingzhi. Even if she got thrown out, she’d drag Fu Qingzhi down with her.
The original owner had starved to death outside.
She absolutely refused to share that ending.
When Fu Qingzhi remained silent, offering no response, Shui Ruyue’s confidence began to falter.
Still pleading softly, she leaned forward—
and her sweet, tender lips moved toward Fu Qingzhi’s.
The next second, a slender, jade-like hand seized her by the throat and tightened ever so slightly.