Tianyu Bath Center.
Meng Tang parked the latest model Malachite Green Metallic Paint Porsche in the parking lot, then skillfully took out sunglasses and a face mask. Fully disguised, she checked herself in the rearview mirror.
Perfect—even her own mother wouldn’t recognize her.
As usual, Meng Tang settled into the corner sofa in the bath center’s lobby.
Just then, a tall woman wearing a red-and-black spliced low-key luxury shirt dress approached in high heels. She had a fisherman’s hat on her head and a rose-red cashmere shawl scarf wrapped around her neck, covering most of her face.
The woman sat down familiarly across from Meng Tang, adopting a posture befitting an ice-cold queen.
Meng Tang quickly scanned the surroundings, leaned in, and lowered her voice: “Heaven covers the tiger.”
The other replied: “I am your old mother.”
Meng Tang pushed her sunglasses up, revealing a pair of round, glazed almond-shaped eyes beneath. Her long, dark lashes narrowed naturally into little crescents when she smiled, radiating innate sweetness.
“Where’s your better half?”
The woman across from her lifted her chin, revealing the coldly beautiful face of her best friend.
“He’s on a business trip to Shanghai. What about yours?”
Meng Tang: “Flew to France. Won’t be back for days.”
Their eyes met, and both sighed in relief simultaneously.
With synchronized movements, they leaned back against the sofa.
“Come on, I booked the 8888 Full Body Care SPA Package.”
As she spoke, Meng Tang leaned in with a mischievous grin and whispered into Li Su’s ear: “It’s a new masseur Tianyu hired—male model physique, absolutely amazing.”
Meng Tang and Li Su lived by two life principles: one was money, the other was beauty.
With plenty of cash and handsome men around, life was as blissful as that of immortals.
But now, although money was no issue, keeping young, attractive men around was as difficult as climbing to heaven. They could only occasionally indulge their eyes.
Because—they had transmigrated into a book!
Meng Tang and Li Su were both orphans originally. They grew up supporting each other and finally managed to earn a little money.
But before they could truly enjoy it, Meng Tang, out of boredom, impulsively clicked on an old-fashioned romance novel titled The Difficult-to-Escape Wife: The Domineering Movie Emperor Falls Madly in Love.
The author probably suffered from a “thousands-adore-me” syndrome, as both the male and female leads in the book were written as universally adored characters.
The male lead had enchanted the original owners of Meng Tang and Li Su’s current bodies.
Meanwhile, the female lead had captivated the two biggest antagonists in the book—their nominal husbands.
To pursue the male lead, one of the original owners became a director, solely to tailor-make films and propel him to stardom.
The other dove headfirst into the entertainment industry as an actress. Even if it meant playing minor roles as the vicious female antagonist, relentlessly criticized by keyboard warriors, she did it just to share scenes with the male lead and catch a few more glimpses of him.
As for the two antagonists, they were even more extreme. One illegally imprisoned the female lead to win her love, while the other forced his affections on her.
In the end, all four were drained dry by the male and female leads, ending up with four servings of “boxed lunches”—some went mad, others died. In short, their fates were each more tragic than the last.
Meanwhile, the male and female leads, stepping over the corpses of the lovestruck original owners and antagonists, achieved both love and career success. They publicly announced their relationship with great fanfare, had two children within three years, and lived happily ever after.
Meng Tang forced herself to finish the book, sighing in disbelief: How much must the author resent the wealthy to write such a novel that shattered both moral values and aesthetic senses?
Because the two lovestruck original owners shared the same names as Meng Tang and Li Su, she even took her phone to complain to Li Su about it.Little did Li Su know that just after lecturing her about watching such pointless things, Meng Tang transmigrated into a novel.
She became the original wife of one of the major antagonists in the book, Song Guantang.
At first, Meng Tang thought she was the only unlucky one who had transmigrated into the book. That was until she discovered a small, dark room filled with photos of the male lead from the original novel. Additionally, there was a small portrait pinned to a spinning wheel.
However, this portrait was tattered and covered in knife marks, clearly showing how much the original owner hated this person.
Meng Tang was curious about who the original owner held such a deep grudge against. But when she took a closer look, she realized—wasn’t the person in the photo her best friend?
In this world, if two people shared the exact same name and face, there was only one possibility—
After some twists and turns, Meng Tang finally reunited with Li Su and figured out the whole story.
In the original novel, both of their original selves were in love with the male lead, so they despised each other. Every day was filled with insults and schemes, as if they were mortal enemies.
But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was their current relationship.
Meng Tang was married to the deranged antagonist Song Guantang, while Li Su was married to the obsessive antagonist Fu Jishu.
Everyone in Jiangcheng knew that the Song and Fu families were sworn enemies, locked in a feud so bitter that they refused to have anything to do with each other.
If someone from the Song family passed by the Fu residence, they would spit twice.
If someone from the Fu family encountered a member of the Song family, they would step on their feet without hesitation.
This made life difficult for Meng Tang and Li Su. They couldn’t openly interact and had to maintain their facade of mutual hatred, cursing each other in public.
Meeting in private felt like a spy thriller—nerve-wracking and filled with fear of being discovered by the Song or Fu families.
It was only when the two antagonists were away on business that Meng Tang finally had the chance to meet Li Su.
After their secret rendezvous, Meng Tang and her best friend walked arm in arm into the private room.
Tianyu was known for its excellent privacy, and the soundproofing in the private rooms was top-notch. Once inside, it felt like their own little world.
Meng Tang had booked the most expensive package, which included a small home theater, two automatic massage chairs, and long cabinets on both sides filled with a variety of snacks.
If they wanted to order a proper meal, they could simply place an order on the tablet, and it would be delivered to the room.
In addition to food, there were extra services like manicures, beauty treatments, and hairstyling.
But these were just appetizers. The real feast was yet to come—
With a knock on the door, eight technicians dressed in black shirts and trousers, all over 180 cm tall, young, handsome, and in peak physical condition, walked in.
The eight of them stood in a row, hands behind their backs, and bowed in unison to Meng Tang and Li Su.
“We are delighted to serve you!”
Meng Tang raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?”
Li Su nodded in approval. “Ninety-nine points. I’m withholding one point so you don’t get too proud.”
The eight technicians were well-organized—some did manicures, others performed beauty treatments, and the foot washing and massages were exceptionally professional.
Meng Tang sighed in contentment and took the opportunity to share the latest updates about their two families.
“Tonight, I booked Jumanlou. They just launched a new Eighty-Eight Thousand Luxury Double Set. You can enjoy a musical while dining, and it’s incredibly hard to reserve. I only managed to get it by using Song Guantang’s name.”
No point in wasting her cheap husband’s reputation.
Li Su was still wearing a face mask, so she couldn’t make big expressions. Instead, she simply gave a thumbs-up.To enrich their decadent lives as wealthy heiresses, Meng Tang and Li Su made an agreement: if she arranged the entertainment for today, then tomorrow it would be Li Su’s turn.
The key was to ensure a sense of surprise—money was no object, especially since it wasn’t their own they were spending.
At this thought, Meng Tang remembered something important. She opened her phone, tapped into WeChat, and found the contact labeled “Sucker.”
Clearing her throat, she put on a sweet, coquettish tone and sent a voice message.
“Honey, while shopping today, I saw a new designer bag with diamonds on it. I love it so much, and it’s not even that expensive—just a little over a million. I want it so badly, I can’t sleep or eat thinking about it~”