**Content Warning:**
1. Female-oriented story. If male readers feel uncomfortable, please feel free to leave. Negative reviews are not accepted.
2. There is a career storyline. The romance progresses quickly. The focus is on plot development rather than pure romance.
3. Mature content. Not fade-to-black. Fast-paced and explicit scenes.
**Important:** This is a fictional, alternate setting!
(Don’t overthink the details of daily life. I’ll try my best to match the era.)
Ye Wenxi let out a muffled groan.
She suddenly woke up and opened her eyes.
A man was pressing down on her. He wore a white shirt stretched tight over tense muscles.
She couldn’t tell whether this was a dream or reality.
Her fists struck his firm chest again and again, but the blows were as weak as scratching an itch.
The constant waves of sensation left her body limp.
The moment she propped herself up on her arms, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them back down.
She wanted to shout, but as soon as she opened her mouth, his burning lips sealed hers.
His thumb pressed against her jaw.
With a slight force, he pried her teeth apart—forceful, yet not painful.
A dizzying sense of suffocation surged over her.
She felt like a tiny boat tossed about in the waves, rising and falling without control.
Her pupils began to lose focus.
She kept begging softly.
Her fingers clawed at his shirt, twisting it into messy wrinkles.
That scorching heat, mixed with his masculine scent, washed over her again and again.
Ye Wenxi couldn’t catch her breath. All her strength drained away.
He seemed tireless.
When she struggled to retreat, he pressed a hand against her waist, leaving her unable to move.
She didn’t know how long it lasted…
Ye Wenxi finally passed out completely.
…………
In Room 302 of Hongqi Guesthouse, Ye Wenxi sat upright on the bed.
When she first woke up, she thought it was just a nightmare from working overtime.
But the lingering soreness made her snap fully awake.
An unfamiliar room. An unfamiliar body. And a flood of memories that didn’t belong to her rushing into her mind.
“Damn… I transmigrated?!” she cursed hoarsely.
And of all things, into the period novel she had been reading last night.
The storyline of the original host flashed rapidly through her mind—
The original Ye Wenxi shared her name. A pitiful twenty-year-old girl.
Abused by her adoptive father since childhood, later sold to human traffickers.
On the day she met the male lead, she had just escaped from the traffickers and was rescued by Lu Weidong.
Seeing Lu Weidong in his military uniform—upright, imposing, and handsome—she grew greedy.
She slipped him a packet of “medicine” she had stolen from the traffickers.
She planned to take advantage of the situation and secure her future by forcing the relationship.
She lied to him, saying she only wanted to escape her adoptive father’s home.
Thinking it was merely a sedative so she could knock him out and run away, she didn’t realize it was actually an aphrodisiac.
Afterward, she married Lu Weidong because of the incident.
Perhaps because she had never been treated kindly in her life, once she received his care and protection after marriage, she clung to him like a drowning person clutching driftwood.
She knew she had entered the Lu family through disgraceful means, so she constantly felt insecure.
She turned all that insecurity into obsessive control over Lu Weidong.
She monitored his whereabouts, investigated his relationships, and treated any woman near him as a threat.
If he refused her demands, she would cry, make scenes, even threaten suicide—stirring chaos in the household.
Later, when Lu Weidong was hospitalized, he met the true heroine of the novel.
The girl was frank, generous, professionally capable, and interacted with him openly.
Before Lu Weidong even did anything, the original host went mad—storming into the hospital, shouting accusations, even using underhanded tactics to try to ruin the girl’s career.
She failed, and instead destroyed the already fragile affection in her marriage.
Then the trafficking ring was dismantled. From the traffickers, Lu Weidong learned that the original host had known it was an aphrodisiac and had deliberately drugged him.
Her malicious intent and lies were exposed.
Lu Weidong’s heart turned completely cold. He despised her.
In the end, amid public blame and her husband’s indifference, she drove herself to death.
Meanwhile, Lu Weidong and the real heroine lived happily ever after.
Ye Wenxi let out a cold laugh in her heart.
So melodramatic.
She didn’t mind transmigrating—but she would rather have landed in some fantasy world, become a free-spirited sword immortal.
Cultivate, ascend, pursue the Great Dao.
That would suit her personality.
Not this—clinging to someone else, living timidly, ending in tragedy.
Just as her anger flared and she was cursing on the bed, the door creaked open.
Lu Weidong walked in.
Ye Wenxi turned her head—and nearly jumped at how handsome he was.
Several faces flashed through her mind.
Some Yan Zu? Some Zhan? Some Yawen?!
This was the male lead, Lu Weidong?
In modern times, she had saved plenty of attractive men on short-video apps.
She might not have “tasted” one in real life, but she had seen plenty.
Yet Lu Weidong stood there in his green military uniform—tall, broad-shouldered, upright.
Sharp brows over keen, piercing eyes. Wheat-colored skin. A rugged, commanding aura.
It was as if someone had combined the best features of all those handsome men into one.
Ye Wenxi marveled. Novel characters really dared to be this good-looking.
In two lifetimes, she had never seen such a handsome living man.
Her furious, ranting mind felt as if it had been injected with a powerful sedative—completely frozen for several seconds.
Some things… might not be impossible to try.
Surely the readers would understand.
The moment Lu Weidong saw her awake, he quickly turned his back.
Ye Wenxi suddenly realized she wasn’t dressed.
Flustered, she grabbed her clothes and hurriedly put them on, nearly buttoning them wrong.
“Let’s talk,” Lu Weidong said first, his voice low and slightly hoarse.
According to the original plot, this was when the original host would pretend ignorance and claim she had used the wrong drug, making him believe she was also a victim.
But Ye Wenxi hesitated.
Should she admit she knew? Or say she didn’t?
Neither felt right. This had nothing to do with her—she was just a passerby!
But if she lied now and the truth came out later, she would have no way to explain.
She steeled herself. The truth would come out eventually. Better to confess now.
“It was me, I—”
The moment she spoke, she realized her throat was so hoarse she could barely make a sound.
What was going on?
Why couldn’t she speak properly?
Across from her, Lu Weidong’s ears and face flushed red.
He suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
He could guess why she couldn’t talk.
They hadn’t slept all night.
Though she had drugged him… he had been the one…
In the end, he blamed himself for not restraining himself.
After twenty-four years of being single, perhaps he had accumulated too much energy.
He had left the poor girl so hoarse she couldn’t even speak today.
Ye Wenxi kept trying to open her mouth.
“The drug, I—”
Lu Weidong couldn’t bear to hear her strained voice.
He raised a hand to stop her.
He sighed. When he had stepped outside earlier to calm down, he had already made up his mind.
In this era, a girl’s chastity was more important than anything.
Since he had touched her, he had to take responsibility.
“This matter… we both bear responsibility.”
“Did you not know it was that kind of drug?”
“You actually wanted to knock me out and then run away… didn’t you?”
He coughed lightly and took a deep breath.
“But since it has already happened, I will take responsibility for you.”
Ye Wenxi: “…………”
Wait. She hadn’t even said anything yet.
Why was the plot forcibly moving forward on its own?