Mmm…
What was happening…
She was suffocating…
Jiang Zhaoyue’s eyes flew open to see a strange man frowning as he kissed her.
Her heart pounded in alarm, and she violently shoved him away.
Caught off guard, the man slammed into a post of the canopy bed, hissing in pain.
Jiang Zhaoyue shot up, grabbed a pillow, and started whacking him with it. “You son of a bitch! What kind of pervert are you?! Breaking into my house! Assaulting a woman! You’ve got a death wish, don’t you? Don’t you?”
The man snatched the pillow from her, his voice seething through gritted teeth, “Jiang Zhaoyue! What are you doing?”
Jiang Zhaoyue ignored him and fumbled around the head of the bed for the anti-harassment spray she had just bought.
She wanted to give this pervert a taste of some modern-day ruthlessness.
But!
But!
She fumbled… and fumbled… but couldn’t find it.
Puzzled, she turned her head and realized something was wrong with the headboard.
Lifting her gaze, she saw that her surroundings were not her familiar minimalist style, but rather an antique redwood round table, a screen adorned with auspicious patterns, a clothes rack carved with flowers and birds, and so on.
This…
A torrent of memories suddenly flooded her brain.
She… she had… transmigrated… into a book.
She had transmigrated into a web novel she had just finished reading.
In the story, after some minor tribulations, the male and female leads finally got together.
But she had become the male supporting character’s cannon fodder ex-wife.
This cannon fodder ex-wife was also named Jiang Zhaoyue, the eldest legitimate daughter of the Chengnin Marquis Mansion.
She was selfish, greedy, foolish, and malicious.
Everyone in the capital despised her.
However, she had a far-sighted grandfather who had arranged her marriage to Pei Jingzhou, the second son of the Zhenguo Duke Mansion, early on.
She had married into the Zhenguo Duke Mansion as soon as she turned sixteen.
But she still didn’t change her selfish, greedy, foolish, and malicious nature.
She abused Pei Jingzhou’s maids.
She mocked Pei Jingzhou’s younger siblings.
She talked back to Pei Jingzhou’s older siblings.
She angered Pei Jingzhou’s parents until they fell ill.
…
She turned the Zhenguo Duke Mansion upside down.
And still, she never thought she was in the wrong.
She blamed the heavens, she blamed the earth, she blamed Pei Jingzhou for not treating her well.
She willfully eloped with a poor scholar who was in the capital for the imperial examinations, taking a large sum of money with her.
Once the money was gone, the scholar immediately turned ruthless and sold her to a brothel.
In just three short months, she contracted a venereal disease.
She was left disheveled in a dark, damp, little room.
Her cries to the heavens went unanswered; her pleas to the earth were ignored.
In the end, she died in extreme agony… When Jiang Zhaoyue had read this part, she couldn’t help but complain that the cannon fodder ex-wife didn’t die of illness, but of sheer stupidity.
And now!
Now, she had woken up as that cannon fodder ex-wife.
This was her and Pei Jingzhou’s wedding night.
Which meant the tragedies in the book had not yet happened.
She still had a chance to live.
A flicker of joy ignited in her heart, and she looked up at Pei Jingzhou.
Pei Jingzhou was dressed in a dark robe, his black hair slightly disheveled. His skin was cool-toned and fair, his facial contours sharp and defined. He had long, narrow, deep-set eyes, a high-bridged nose, and lips that held a touch of alluring color from their recent kiss.
His entire being exuded a cool indifference mixed with elegance and nobility.
No wonder!
No wonder!
No wonder the book called Pei Jingzhou a beauty tyrant!
He was truly gorgeous!
Jiang Zhaoyue suddenly remembered that she had pushed him away without understanding the situation. She spoke up, “Um…”
Pei Jingzhou sat up straight, his expression unruffled.
Jiang Zhaoyue asked tentatively, “Are you alright?”
Pei Jingzhou lowered his eyes to straighten his dark robe, every movement suffused with a cool elegance.
“I’m sorry,” Jiang Zhaoyue apologized sincerely.
Pei Jingzhou’s movements paused, and he lifted his eyelids to look at her.
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” Jiang Zhaoyue added.
Pei Jingzhou sized her up impassively before getting out of bed.
“Second Master, where are you going?” Jiang Zhaoyue asked quickly.