“What kind of dumbass bullshit is this? Is the author mentally ill or what? You’d have to use your ass as a brain to write such inhuman trash!”
“Oh my god—after working overtime all day, this is what you make me read?”
Seething with anger, Yin Shuwei was just about to unleash her fury when suddenly everything went black. A wave of suffocation and weightlessness washed over her, leaving her dazed and groggy. A sharp pain radiated throughout her body.
“You cheap slut. Didn’t you come sneaking over in the middle of the night looking for a thrill? And now you’re pretending to be some chaste, virtuous woman? I think you’re just asking for trouble!”
“Rip her clothes off and get some pictures first. Then we’ll take turns—hurry it up!”
Her consciousness was hazy. If it weren’t for these painfully familiar lines, Yin Shuwei would’ve thought that staying up late reading had finally killed her.
The Black and White Impermanence weren’t this violent. Only the deranged novel she’d just finished—A Lifetime of Wrong Love—had such dogshit, vulgar plotlines.
She’d been tricked by that literary-sounding title, and just as she was about to quit, she noticed the ill-fated cannon fodder female supporting character who shared the exact same name as her. Reluctantly, she’d read through to the end.
And now—congratulations.
Achievement unlocked: transmigrated into a novel as a character with the same name.
Good news: She knew the plot.
Bad news: It’s the eve of the female supporting character’s complete downfall—after her reckless, self-destructive actions, she’s about to be photographed, humiliated, and assaulted, with her life ruined beyond repair.
The woman who’d been fiercely resisting moments ago suddenly went quiet. The men thought she’d finally accepted her fate. The leader stepped forward with a vicious grin and tapped Yin Shuwei’s battered yet still beautiful face with a dagger.
“See? If you’d behaved earlier, this wouldn’t have happened. Don’t worry—brothers won’t treat you badly tonight.”
The woman before him was so fragile, her slender limbs looking as if they’d snap with the slightest pressure—hardly something to be wary of.
“I…” Yin Shuwei lowered her gaze and spoke softly.
The man’s heart fluttered. “Hmm?”
Bang—
Yin Shuwei suddenly erupted into action, grabbing the man’s hair and slamming his head straight to the ground with lightning speed. At the same time, her other hand moved like a snake, swiftly snatching the dagger from his grip.
“I’m your damn grandpa!”
Never underestimate the simmering resentment of an overworked office drone after a late-night overtime shift!
Especially not one who’d inexplicably transmigrated into a stupid-ass novel and become a cannon-fodder female supporting character who was about to die. Yin Shuwei just wanted something—anything—to vent her anger on.
And these big sacks of meat in front of her were perfect punching bags!
The other two men were completely stunned. They couldn’t understand how this Lin Daiyu lookalike had suddenly turned into someone who could beat Zhen Guanxi[1]a notorious bully character from the classic Chinese novel Water Margin. In the story, he was a violent butcher who oppresses the weak, and was eventually punished by the hero Lu Zhishen. Today, the … Continue reading jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_1544869_1_1').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_1544869_1_1', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], }); senseless. Exchanging a quick glance, they charged forward.
Yin Shuwei wasn’t scared in the slightest.
She kicked the man’s crotch twice, stabbed straight through a pair of hands, and stomped her slender, elegant stiletto heel hard onto the ribs of the howling man beneath her viciously.
Crack—
Something fragile gave way. The man’s agonized scream shook loose clouds of dust from the rafters of the abandoned warehouse.
“Wanna mess with me? Back when your grandpa here was sent by the company to Africa to haul concrete, you were still shitting your pants!”
She had hauled steel bars, churned cement—anyone who lasts more than a month in the civil engineering industry and not run off with a bucket within the first month, that kind of grit didn’t come cheap.
Yin Shuwei was busy reminiscing about her glorious past, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the man she’d just smashed into the ground had crawled back up behind her and quietly picked up a steel pipe.
Before he could swing it down, the dagger that had just tasted blood slipped cleanly into his abdomen.
Pulling out the blade, Yin Shuwei spun around, snatched the steel pipe, and shattered the man’s leg with one fierce swing.
A sharp, piercing scream erupted: “Aaaah—my leg—!”
Yin Shuwei’s gaze was cold and indifferent. “Africa’s a dangerous place, you know. Had to learn some self-defense—otherwise, you’d be done for if you got caught in tribal clashes.”
After dealing with those men, Yin Shuwei used one of their phones to call the police—her own phone was long gone, tossed who knows where.
Just thinking about the original plot gave her a headache. It was supposed to be some deep, twisted love story, a tale of two people running toward each other. They called it a tragic love story, mutual devotion. But after reading it from front to back, Yin Shuwei found nothing but abuse, with no real romance at all. As for the so-called “running toward each other”[2]mutual 奔赴(fùbēn)-a slang used to describe an ideal romantic or deeply committed relationship where both parties make equal, active efforts to be together, support each other, and move forward … Continue reading jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_1544869_1_2').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_1544869_1_2', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], });—if ending up in the same ICU ward after mutual attacks count, then fine, she had nothing to say.
The male lead, Shen Jin, was the youngest son of the Shen family and the CEO of Shen Group. His mother had resorted to every possible means just to give her husband a son. When Shen Jin was finally born, she acted like Fan Jin after passing the imperial exams[3]In a satirical novel The Scholars from the Qing dynasty, the character Fan Jin was a poor, aging scholar who had repeatedly failed the imperial civil service examinations, facing decades of poverty … Continue reading jQuery('#footnote_plugin_tooltip_1544869_1_3').tooltip({ tip: '#footnote_plugin_tooltip_text_1544869_1_3', tipClass: 'footnote_tooltip', effect: 'fade', predelay: 0, fadeInSpeed: 200, delay: 400, fadeOutSpeed: 200, position: 'top center', relative: true, offset: [-7, 0], });—completely losing her mind, causing Shen Jin immense childhood trauma and twisting his personality into something perverse and abnormal.
The second male lead, Yu Xingzhi, was a highly acclaimed actor in the entertainment industry— a figure of flawless grace and unattainable elegance, like a solitary flower atop a snowy peak. His family owned literal mines, but unfortunately, their minds were all a bit… off.
In short, a perfectly normal person caught Shen Jin’s eye at a dinner party, and from then on, Shen Jin launched a series of “legally questionable” pursuits.
These included, but were not limited to: seducing Yu Xingzhi’s wife, getting her humiliated, cyberbullied, driven insane, and swallowing pills; drugging Yu Xingzhi’s younger brother, making him addicted and dragging him into gambling until the family fortune was nearly drained; designing a pig-butchering scam to defraud Yu’s grief-stricken father; and literally angering Yu’s conservative, heart-diseased mother to death.
The police in this book might as well not exist at all—just letting Shen Jin “express his love” as he pleased.
Yin Shuwei would’ve dropped a story like this about trashy men and their toxic drama in a heartbeat—who wants to put up with that kind of nonsense?
But Yu Xingzhi—damn, he really had balls.
From start to finish, he fought back relentlessly—smashing Shen Jin’s head with a brick, slashing his neck with a kitchen knife, stabbing his kidney with a fork.
Even when the two of them were lying in the ICU, Yu Xingzhi decisively yanked out his own oxygen tube, hopped out of bed, and cleanly pulled out Shen Jin’s as well.
If it weren’t for the hospital monitors sounding the alarm, Yin Shuwei believed Yu Xingzhi would’ve succeeded that time.
In the end, Yu Xingzhi pretended to give in. He laced the wine with poison, tricked Shen Jin into a “romantic candlelit dinner,” and they drank it together.
Fearing that Shen Jin might still have some kind of “revival armor,” Yu Xingzhi went the extra mile—sealing all doors and windows before setting the place on fire. Only then did the story finally draw to a close.
Yin Shuwei could only sigh at that.
Damn, that took guts.
Really, the author must be sick in the head—they should really go see a psychiatrist.
But now that she had become that unlucky wife of Yu Xingzhi, brought into the marriage as part of a business alliance, Yin Shuwei knew that even if she dodged today’s disaster, tomorrow’s would still come. As long as that bastard Shen Jin was still breathing, he would surely have some deranged backup plan waiting in the wings.
Just like the police report she’d filed earlier—Yin Shuwei estimated it would never be traced back to Shen Jin. The place had no surveillance cameras at all.
How conveniently chosen.
Yin Shuwei tried to hail a taxi after fleeing, but in the dead of night, a disheveled woman covered in blood, standing at the intersection clutching a blood-stained knife, was about as terrifying as it gets.
Left with no other choice, Yin Shuwei relied on the original host’s memory and sprinted through the vast city. She had to get back fast—otherwise, once Shen Jin launched his full set of false accusations, she’d be done for.
Out of breath, she finally reached the residential complex. Unable to enter through facial recognition, Yin Shuwei scaled the wall instead, shimmied up a drainpipe, and slipped in through a second-floor window before racing all the way up to the eighteenth floor.
After parkouring all night, Yin Shuwei stared at the door lock, stumped. They’d just gotten married, and she hadn’t gotten a spare key made yet.
Gritting her teeth, she pulled out the thin wire she had used to tie people up in the warehouse. Three moves, five seconds—the lock popped open.
Pushing the door open, she found the apartment eerily quiet. Just as she began to relax, a dim yellow light flickered on in the room. A tall, slender man stood silently by the entrance, a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his flawlessly handsome face.
Those amber eyes were filled with scrutiny and indifference, along with a trace of barely perceptible confusion.
Of course—if one ignored the cold, gleaming axe hanging casually at his side, Yin Shuwei might have taken a moment to appreciate the breathtaking beauty before her.
Using her blood-stained hand to smooth her messy hair, Yin Shuwei offered an awkward smile.
“Hey, hubby… I’m back from my… wild night out.”
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