3 – The Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Role of the Aristocratic Family Three
The reason Leng Junyan began to like the original host was actually a conspiracy orchestrated by Liang Yingyue and her daughter, as they feared the original host would compete with Lin Xiaoxiao for the family inheritance.
Knowing Leng Junyan’s character, they arranged this tragic marriage for the original host.
Over the years, the company owned by the original host’s grandfather had been declining due to his lack of focus after his daughter’s death.
Lin Shangyu, holding a grudge from past events, took advantage of the situation and seized the grandfather’s company when the original host turned eighteen.
The grandfather died of a heart attack from anger, while the grandmother suffered a stroke from the shock.
Lin Xiaoxiao had eliminated the person she envied the most. Yes, she had always been jealous of Jiang Huai—jealous of her beauty since childhood.
Lin Xiaoxiao’s features were merely delicate, but her pure, untainted aura made her stand out. Combined with her female lead halo, this was what made the male lead fall for her.
After reading the plot, Jiang Huai moved on to the original host’s wishes.
Absolutely do not marry Leng Junyan! Take revenge on him!
She wanted to attend university and live a brilliant life!
Jiang Huai leaned gracefully against the railing on the second-floor corridor, her eyes slightly upturned and her lips pressed together as she sighed softly. “As you wish, poor child!”
Her life had just begun when it was ruined by others.
How could she not feel hatred?
Jiang Huai was a renowned High God from the advanced realm of Divine Abyss Country in the greater world, famous for single-handedly slaying thousands of Devil Race generals with her self-crafted Huai Dream Zither.
At the time, Jiang Huai had merely wanted to test the weapon’s area-of-effect power without much forethought. Later, she made a deal with the High God of Fate and ventured into a modern Small World, indulging in her favorite pastime: reading novels.
But then, she was forcibly bound by a system called the Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character Counterattack System.
As the name implied, this system aimed to help tragically deceased cannon fodder female supporting characters turn their lives around and experience a different destiny.
Initially, Jiang Huai was thrilled at the prospect of freely traveling across multiple worlds and toying with minor characters.
However, the system foolishly threatened to eliminate her if she didn’t obediently complete its tasks.
Enraged, Jiang Huai instantly reset the system to its factory settings. She knew these systems were merely toys created by the Eternal God Temple for amusement.
After all, the master of the Eternal God Temple had once pursued her, nearly offering his entire legacy to win her favor. Yet, Jiang Huai knew his mother was troublesome and saw him only as a friend.
Having no romantic feelings, she rejected him and fled to the Small World partly to avoid him—she was well-versed in the system’s inner workings.
Now, the original host’s appearance was identical to her true form, a result of her altering the system’s programming. If she had to wear someone else’s face, she might as well return to Divine Abyss Country and enjoy herself there.
Jiang Huai shook off her thoughts and returned to her room according to the original host’s memories.
The original host’s room was strikingly shabby, standing out in the large villa.
Gray-white curtains, pink checkered bedsheets, a black desk with a chipped corner, and a two-door oak wardrobe by the entrance showing clear signs of wear—everything indicated its age.
The entire room was only about fifteen square meters, truly fitting for a poor child with no mother and an uncaring father.
Jiang Huai walked over and sat in the chair before the desk, gazing at the small mirror on its surface.The face that came into view was fair and clean, with a faint redness on the left cheek from being struck. Her eyes sparkled with life, shimmering like rippling water, while her slightly upturned eyelashes stirred the heart.
Her vermilion lips were well-defined, full and rosy, with corners lifted in a subtle smile. Two shallow dimples held a hint of elusive mirth.
Jiang Huai raised her hand and wiped her face—the slap mark vanished instantly. The rules said she couldn’t use Divine Power to kill, but they never said she couldn’t use it on herself.
With a light laugh, Jiang Huai smoothed her long, straight black hair that fell to her waist, feeling something was missing. Her gaze fell upon a small pink scissors placed at the upper left corner of the desk.
Snip, snip. Several strands of black bangs now lay casually across her formerly smooth forehead. The overall effect was both delicate and enchanting, pure yet alluring. Jiang Huai admired her own peerless beauty in the mirror with appreciative eyes.
Now, how should she make them question their entire existence?
The original host’s major was clinical medicine. She had chosen it thinking of her grandmother, bedridden from a stroke, hoping to become an outstanding neurosurgeon one day and cure her.
Sadly, she never fulfilled that wish before her death. In truth, she deeply regretted not leaving with her grandparents when she was young—perhaps things would have turned out differently.
After some thought, Jiang Huai decided to focus on the medical field.
Lin Shangyu’s company happened to be a pharmaceutical conglomerate, as if everything had been predestined.
Jiang Huai had never studied medicine before. In her previous visits to the Small World, her favorite pastimes were reading novels and indulging in food and drink.
It looked like she’d be spending some time at the library starting tomorrow.
She could return to university tomorrow. Although the original host had been quiet and reserved, her grades were excellent—she had earned her place at the top university in Jing City through her own efforts.
It was now 3 p.m., the height of the afternoon sun. Warm rays crept in through the gaps in the gray-white curtains, spilling across the desk.
A wave of fatigue washed over Jiang Huai. Heeding her body, she rose and moved to the bed, lying down and quickly falling asleep.
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When Jiang Huai woke naturally, it was already dark outside.
Stretching lazily with her arms spread wide, she murmured softly, “So refreshing to sleep enough. I’m a little hungry now!”
Time for nightlife!
After washing up, Jiang Huai stood before the wardrobe. Opening it, she found mostly short-sleeved T-shirts and jeans. On such a hot day, wasn’t there a single dress?
Crouching down, she rummaged through the folded clothes below and finally unearthed a white dress. The fabric was soft, the design simple yet exquisitely tailored, with only some lace embellishing the hem.
Putting it on, Jiang Huai realized the dress was quite short. At her current height of 160 cm, the hem ended just above her knees.
Searching through her memories, she recalled that the original host had fallen in love with this dress at a boutique a year ago, spending over five thousand on it, but never dared to wear it, leaving it tucked away instead.
Silly girl!
She slipped on the only decent pair of black leather shoes the original host owned.
Jiang Huai combed her jet-black hair straight, smoothing her bangs as well. With a bare face and only a phone in hand, she headed out.
Dressed in the white dress, her hair long, black, and straight with thin bangs, and her pink lips enhancing her aura of innocent seduction, Jiang Huai looked like a pure yet bewitching fairy. Descending the stairs slowly, she noticed only a small lamp was on—it seemed she was alone in the villa.Jiang Huai didn’t care whether they were around or not. When she reached the villa’s main gate, however, she found herself in a bit of a dilemma. The original owner of this body had always ridden a bicycle to school, but she couldn’t possibly do the same now—how inconvenient it would be while wearing a skirt.
Her stepfather Lin hadn’t bought her a car either, which made her understand why the original owner had always worn long jeans.
The Lin family’s villa was located in the front row of the community. From the original owner’s memories, she knew this was the most expensive residential area in Beijing, where those with higher status and prestige lived in the innermost row.