Song Kening felt that she was incredibly lucky in life.
Right after graduating, she had managed to land an amazing job.
A monthly salary of 8,000 yuan, a nine-to-six schedule, weekends off—working as a purchasing and planning document clerk was practically the definition of a stable, secure job.
After deducting her social insurance and housing fund contributions, she should still have around 7,000 yuan left. Hmm, let’s calculate it as 7,000. She would send 2,000 yuan to her parents every month, save another 2,000, and the remaining 3,000 would be enough for rent, utilities, and living expenses.
On her first day of work, Song Kening got up early, carefully applied a light, fresh-looking makeup, tied her hair into a neat bun, and revealed her petite, oval face.
Her fair skin had a delicate pink glow, her almond-shaped eyes were clear and lively, and the corners tilted slightly upward. Her small nose was naturally high and straight, while her lips seemed to carry a soft, adorable smile.
She was the very picture of a pure and pretty young woman.
“Come on, Song Kening~ A new life awaits~!”
She slung her canvas bag over her shoulder and excitedly headed out.
The torrential rain had poured all night, yet it still hadn’t stopped?
Song Kening stood at the bus stop with an umbrella, staring anxiously at the constantly changing time on her phone and stamping her feet.
Being late was the biggest taboo on your first day at work.
After finally squeezing onto the bus, she kept glancing at the white curtain of rain outside the window, then checking the navigation on her phone.
Two more stops…
One more stop…
Song Kening rushed off the bus and ran toward the company with her umbrella.
The underpass she had to pass through was flooded with rainwater almost up to her thighs. But if she held onto the railing along the side, she should be fine.
The moment she stepped into the underpass, a faint and desperate cry for help rang out.
“Help… somebody help…”
Song Kening followed the sound, and her pupils suddenly contracted.
Deep inside the underpass, a little girl around ten years old was clinging desperately to a pipe along the wall. The murky floodwater had already risen to her waist.
She looked at the time—she was about to be late.
Then she looked at the girl whose life was hanging by a thread.
Song Kening didn’t hesitate for even a second.
She knew how to swim. She plunged straight into the rushing water!
Using every ounce of her strength, she lifted the child upward, pushed her up, only for her to slip back down, then desperately pushed her up again.
Just then, a passing man rushed over and grabbed the child, pulling her to safety.
Song Kening had just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when her limbs suddenly felt as heavy as lead. She didn’t have even a trace of strength left.
The last thing she heard was someone shouting for her.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
A violent choking sound rang out.
Song Kening suddenly opened her eyes and gasped for air, looking around in confusion.
This was an unbelievably luxurious place she’d never seen before!
Huge floor-to-ceiling windows, a dazzling crystal chandelier, a soft genuine-leather sofa…
And at that moment, she was soaking in an enormous, luxurious bathtub?
Song Kening looked down at herself.
Her clothes were still intact, but she was completely drenched.
Where was this?
Had she died?
Was heaven really decorated in such a ridiculously rich, nouveau-riche style?
She struggled out of the bathtub, grabbed the bathrobe beside her, and wrapped it tightly around herself. Then she tiptoed over and pushed the bedroom door open just a crack.
The bedroom was bathed in warm, seductive lighting.
The next second, the scene before her left her frozen in place.
A woman wearing a revealing three-piece lingerie outfit stood beside the bed, staring determinedly at the unconscious man lying on it.
She clearly intended to force herself on him.
Song Kening had barely stuck half her head through the opening when the woman suddenly turned around.
Her shrill voice rang out.
“You shameless woman! Where did you come from? How dare you try to climb into his bed?”
Song Kening: “…”
She wanted to know what the hell was going on too!
Just then, a phone rang.
The woman impatiently answered it. But after hearing just one sentence, her face instantly turned as pale as paper.
“What did you say? Lu Zhiyu? How could that be possible?”
Lu Zhiyu?
Wasn’t that the name of the male lead in that overbearing-CEO novel she’d stayed up late reading just two days ago?
The woman hurriedly hung up the phone. Her expression turned extremely ugly.
Then, she suddenly clutched her stomach, her face twisting in agony as she cried out,
“It hurts… It hurts so much!”
She shot Song Kening a vicious glare, grabbed the clothes scattered on the floor, hastily put them on, then walked away in her high heels while clutching her stomach.
The bedroom fell silent.
Only the man’s deep breathing and Song Kening’s pounding heartbeat remained.
Song Kening stood frozen in place, her mind a complete mess.
Then, without meaning to, she noticed a woman’s wallet lying on the floor.
It must have been left behind by the woman who had just left.
She picked it up and opened it.
The ID card inside immediately caught her eye.
Name: Song Kening
Photo: The exact same woman who had just run away!
Same name and surname?
Song Kening continued rummaging through the wallet.
She actually found a household registration booklet inside.
Who still carried their household registration booklet around when they went out these days?
Song Kening hurriedly stuffed everything back into the wallet.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a men’s suit and trousers scattered beside the bed.
She walked over and picked them up.
Inside the suit, she found a wallet.
The name on the ID card was unmistakably clear.
Name: Lu Zhiyu
Address: Building A, 001 Tangchen Yipin, Dong Road, Jing’an District, Huacheng, Huaguo.
Huacheng, Huaguo?
Wasn’t that the kind of city name commonly used in novels?
Could it be that she’d transmigrated into a book?
After all, transmigration novels were incredibly popular!
No, wait.
Hadn’t she drowned while saving someone?
How had she opened her eyes and ended up inside the very overbearing-CEO novel she’d been reading?
And had she actually transmigrated into the body of the vicious female supporting character, Song Kening—the woman who shared her exact name, drugged the male lead and tried to force herself into his bed, only to meet a miserable end?
No.
Had she herself actually crossed over into this fictional world?
Song Kening’s head was buzzing. It felt as though it was about to explode.
She desperately needed to calm down.
There was half a glass of cooled boiled water on the bedside table.
Without thinking, she picked it up and drank it all in one gulp.
Not long after she swallowed the water, a wave of heat suddenly surged from her lower abdomen.
It spread wildly through her entire body.
Her cheeks became so hot they could practically fry an egg, and her breathing grew rapid and unbearably heavy.
“Mm…”
An embarrassed little moan instinctively escaped her lips.
Song Kening instantly froze.
This glass of water had been drugged?
She suddenly understood.
Could that woman have been the vicious female supporting character, Song Kening, from the original novel?
Was this the exact scene where she drugged the male lead, Lu Zhiyu?
And had she actually managed to drug herself instead?
Song Kening was on the verge of tears.
She wanted to die!
Her entire body felt as though thousands of ants were biting her.
It was so unbearable.
She wanted him so badly…
She turned her head again and looked at the man lying on the bed.
In the novel, Lu Zhiyu was 1.9 meters tall.
Even lying down, his perfectly proportioned body was impossible to conceal.
His eight-pack abs were faintly visible beneath the fabric. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and incredibly long legs.
He practically radiated raw masculinity.
And that face…
It was almost criminally handsome.
His features were exquisitely sharp, as though sculpted by God himself, while his jawline was cold and hard, like it had been carved with a knife.
His tall, straight nose seemed to reach the heavens, while his thin lips were pressed into an abstinent, restrained line.
His bangs fell loosely over his forehead, adding even more to his cold and distant aura.
“Mm… It feels so uncomfortable… Ah… ah…”
Were the drugs in this novel really this powerful?
“So hot…”
The man’s deep, magnetic voice suddenly sounded, hoarse with intense sensuality and desire.
It sent a tingling sensation through her ears.
Song Kening was startled.
Under the influence of the drug, she lost her balance and fell directly onto the man’s chest.
The man’s long arm reached out and pulled the weak, limp Song Kening into his embrace.
His body was frighteningly hot, carrying a clean yet domineering scent that instantly enveloped her completely.
“Ah…”
Song Kening’s consciousness felt as though it were floating on ocean waves, rising and falling, as if she could sink completely at any moment.
In her dizzy state, she thought,
This had to be a dream!
How could something as ridiculous and absurd as transmigrating into a novel actually happen?
She must have been so immersed in the novel that she’d even dreamed about transmigrating into it.
Since this was a dream…
What was there to be afraid of?
It was only a dream!
There was no need to take responsibility for anything that happened in a dream!
And besides, the male lead was ridiculously handsome and had an amazing body.
If she didn’t take advantage of him, she’d be wasting the opportunity!
She might as well sleep with this gorgeous male lead first.
After all, it was only a dream.
A spring dream.
Even Liu Xiahui would lose himself to such temptation in death, so why should she hold back?
She finally stopped suppressing the instincts of her dream-addled body and reached out to wrap her arms around the man’s lean, muscular waist.
Feeling the initiative from the woman in his arms, Lu Zhiyu’s eyes darkened like a bottomless black hole, and his movements became increasingly uncontrollable.
“Ah…”
The night descended into a haze of passion, sweat, and breathless moans.
The entire room was filled with intoxicating intimacy, and they lost themselves in the night.