“Shen Chongli, you… can you actually do it or not?”
Lin Wanqing’s thoughts were gradually dissolving under the heat surging through her body. Her throat was parched enough to catch fire, her shirt half-slipped off, a large expanse of fair, pink-flushed skin rising and falling with each breath, her seductive eyes dripping with allure.
The man before her was clearly aroused as well, but he remained restrained, his voice low and husky. “Don’t regret this!”
“So much talk!” Lin Wanqing’s gaze locked onto the man’s thin lips as she kissed him directly. She wouldn’t regret it—he was her best choice, and there was no other.
In the capital city, the ambiguous atmosphere inside the guesthouse kept escalating until the dead of night, when Lin Wanqing was too exhausted to even bother lifting her eyelids.
Sure enough, men could never be told they “can’t do it”!
He was more than capable!!
Sticky kisses trailed along her back as he chased after her again. She let out an impatient “tsk.” “Enough! No more messing around. I need to sleep.” She still had something important to do in the morning!
Shen Yunzheng let out a low chuckle. “Be good~ What’s my name? Hm?”
“…Shen Chongli.” Lin Wanqing couldn’t figure out what his deal was—why was he so fond of hearing her say his name?
Hearing this, Shen Yunzheng’s expression shifted. He lowered his head and bit down on the woman’s shoulder, grinding his teeth as if venting his frustration.
It didn’t hurt, just tickled a bit. Lin Wanqing was dead tired and couldn’t be bothered with him.
…
She slept all the way until broad daylight. The first thing Lin Wanqing saw upon opening her eyes was a flawless handsome face beside her—sharp brows, piercing eyes, a high-bridged nose, and slightly swollen lips. Her gaze traveled down to broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and well-defined abs, with the rest hidden beneath the blanket.
The ache in her body reminded Lin Wanqing that last night wasn’t a dream. Her thoughts raced before she reached a final conclusion: she had transmigrated into a book!
As a Ph.D. in pharmaceutical research in the 21st century, Lin Wanqing had zero interest in web novels. But her best friend was obsessed with them and kept recommending them to her.
The period novel she’d landed in was the very one her best friend had just finished “ranting” about.
All the characters in the story revolved around the male and female leads, serving as nothing more than tools for them.
And she was no exception.
The original body was a cannon-fodder supporting character—the pampered daughter of a capitalist family—who liked the male lead and fought jealously over him. Her fate was miserable: her entire family was sent down to the countryside, she was drugged and violated by the female lead’s scheme, then cruelly jilted, and ended up destitute, wandering the streets until she was bullied to death.
Thinking about this, a hint of coldness flickered in Lin Wanqing’s eyes.
The original body and the male lead were in a proper romantic relationship. She had even been about to break off her engagement with her “childhood betrothal” for his sake.
But it was clearly this bastard of a man who had changed his feelings first and fallen for the female lead. He’d watched coldly as the female lead schemed to have her violated, then used it as an excuse to break up, tormenting the original body thoroughly.
And that wasn’t the end of it. The female lead had also pinned the dirty trick of “drugging” onto another female cannon-fodder who liked the male lead, sending her to prison.
As luck would have it, that other female cannon-fodder shared the same name as her best friend.
The author was a freak with no bottom line or moral compass.
And she even boldly declared that the one who wasn’t loved was the mistress.
When Lin Wanqing transmigrated over, the Lin family had just been notified of their demotion, and the female lead had just drugged her.
Kicking aside the man the female lead had arranged, Lin Wanqing used her last shred of clarity to knock on her fiancé’s door.
The marriage between the Lin and Shen families had been settled by their elders long ago. Lin Wanqing had never met her fiancé in person, but she’d seen his photo, and combined with the original body’s memories, she recognized him at a glance.
The man had just received word from his family elders two days ago and come to the capital to take her back for the wedding. He was staying temporarily at the guesthouse.
“Sleep a little more.” The man’s low, husky voice came through. Lin Wanqing’s eyelids twitched. Sleep? The show was about to begin!
She opened her mouth to say something when sounds came from outside the door—
“Where is she?”
“Damn! You have the nerve to talk. If you’re going to drug someone, at least use a proper dose! She kicked me unconscious last night and ran off!”
“What?” Su Moli’s eyes went wide, shocked that last night’s plan had failed. Her gaze flickered, and as if a thought struck her, she hurriedly urged the man to leave the area quickly.
She was certain that Lin Wanqing couldn’t have gone without a man last night—she must still be in some room at the guesthouse!
Inside the room, Lin Wanqing heard everything clearly. Her eyes turned cold. Bitch!
“Get dressed.” She ordered coldly.
“…” The man looked at her with interest, a stark contrast to her passion from the night before.
He cooperated, though. But Lin Wanqing’s attention was entirely on what was happening outside the door.
Su Moli had arranged this whole “catching them in the act” scene early in the morning—she definitely hadn’t come alone. The key players hadn’t shown up yet.
Just as she thought this, the door was suddenly knocked on. “Knock, knock—”
“Should I open it?” Shen Yunzheng asked for Lin Wanqing’s opinion.
Lin Wanqing’s eyes darkened. “I’ll do it.”
“Alright.” The man stood still in place.
“…” The moment the door swung open, Su Moli’s prepared speech went unused. She had no better plan than to ask room by room, and this was the last one.
“Moli? What’s so urgent that you dragged me out here this early in the morning!”
When Jiang Yusen saw Lin Wanqing, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the joy he had shown upon seeing Su Moli earlier vanished completely.
“Why are you here?”
The moment he opened his mouth, it was an accusatory tone.
“Yusen, don’t be angry first,” Su Moli tilted her head toward Jiang Yusen with a feigned sincerity, speaking word by word. “It’s like this—last night I saw Lin Wanqing together with another man. I couldn’t bear to watch you stay in the dark and know nothing, so I called you over to see for yourself what kind of woman she really is!”
Jiang Yusen’s face darkened. “You have another man in your room!”
“Yes.” Lin Wanqing watched the two of them perform their little duet here, and nodded in acknowledgment with complete composure.
This move, however, left Su Moli completely stunned.
Wait—was Lin Wanqing really this calm?
Shouldn’t she be admitting her mistake and apologizing? Then bringing up being drugged and set up?
This woman wasn’t following the script at all, and Su Moli had no idea what to say next.
Jiang Yusen’s fists clenched tightly at his sides. “How dare you! Lin Wanqing, you—”
“Yusen,” Su Moli spoke up again, “could there be some misunderstanding here? Maybe she was drugged and set up…”
Jiang Yusen: “…”
Su Moli continued, “I also saw Song Huixin around here yesterday. Those two have never gotten along, so maybe Song Huixin was the one behind this!”
“Su Moli, what kind of dirty water are you splashing on me?”
Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out. A fashionably dressed woman stormed over furiously. “I didn’t do anything yesterday! I was just wondering why you called me over so early in the morning—what’s the meaning of this? Are you out of your mind?!”
The familiar tone, the familiar catchphrase, and even this face—Lin Wanqing knew them better than anything!
She had transmigrated into a book—could her best friend have done the same…?