An absurd yet terrifying thought exploded in Ran Weiyi’s mind.
“Who’s there?”
“Who’s talking?”
【My name is Doudou. I’m your exclusive system, dedicated to saving this world, which is on the brink of destruction due to the collapse of its core character.】
There was an unmistakable note of pride in Doudou’s voice, as if it were eager for praise.
【Congratulations, Sister. Your intense empathy toward Ye Mochen, a character from The Mad Dog’s Cage, successfully triggered the binding conditions.】
The Mad Dog’s Cage.
Ye Mochen.
The name struck her like an electric shock.
Wasn’t that the very novel she had just cried her heart out over?
She clearly remembered how, at her most emotional moment, she had sworn at her phone screen—
“Ye Mochen is too pitiful. What did he even do wrong?”
“Let go of that male lead—let me do it!”
“If I could transmigrate into the book, I’d cure him, love him properly! Whoever dares touch him, I’ll fight them to the death!”
So… had her wish really come true?
【Sister, please familiarize yourself with your new identity and… your heaven-defying looks.】
Still full of doubt and uncertainty, Ran Weiyi climbed out of bed barefoot. The wooden floor was cold beneath her feet as she walked into the bathroom.
The person in the mirror was her—yet not entirely her.
The features were the same, but every detail seemed as though it had been carefully polished by the Creator, beautiful to the point of being breathtaking.
Her skin was pale, almost translucent, glowing with a healthy blush. Long, seaweed-like black hair framed her slender neck.
She casually lifted a lock of hair that fell along her cheek, and the person in the mirror revealed a face radiant with beauty. Even the loose nightgown couldn’t hide the sensual, full curves of her body.
A narrow waist. Rounded hips. Long legs.
The physical “hardware” was so outstanding that even she felt unfamiliar with it.
Ran Weiyi tugged at the corner of her mouth. The woman in the mirror looked cool and detached, her gaze devoid of excess emotion.
This face was far too eye-catching—completely at odds with her preference for a quiet, low-key life.
【After evaluation, Sister’s current appearance is rated SSS-tier, possessing extremely high ‘seductive asset’ potential. Please use it wisely and do not waste such a gift.】
Doudou chimed in again, even thoughtfully displaying a 3D holographic body data chart, every stat labeled with the glaring word Perfect.
“……”
Ran Weiyi decided to ignore the system’s assessment.
The implanted identity said she was an orphan—true enough.
But she wasn’t someone with nothing.
She had the name given by the orphanage matron, the secret her master had revealed, and this one-of-a-kind body.
Returning to the bedroom, she opened the wardrobe.
To her surprise, there were no luxurious brand-name gowns—just a few simple dresses.
She took out a white dress. The fabric was soft, clinging closely to her body, outlining shockingly beautiful curves.
With this body, even wearing a burlap sack would probably fail to look low-key.
Chen Caiwen jolted awake from a nightmare, drenched in cold sweat.
She instinctively hugged herself. Outside the window, it was clearly daytime, yet she felt chilled to the bone.
Memories from her previous life surged like a tidal wave—the man’s blood-red eyes when he lost control, the icy hand tightening around her throat…
She had been reborn.
In the glamorous banquet hall, Chen Caiwen leaned lazily against a Roman column in the corner, a glass of champagne in hand.
During the week since her rebirth, she had woken up smiling every single day.
The face in the mirror—nothing stunning—now seemed far more pleasing to the eye.
She touched her intact neck, savoring the long-lost feeling of freedom. One thought echoed endlessly in her mind:
This life, stay far away from Ye Mochen. The farther, the better.
Crystal chandeliers refracted dazzling light, reflecting off the hypocritical smiles of the men and women below, making her slightly dizzy.
In her previous life, she had been nothing more than an obscure, bottom-tier actress. To squeeze into this so-called upper-class circle, she had schemed endlessly, even deliberately creating an opportunity to save him.
And what did she get in return?
A caged canary.
A much-reviled “mistress’s daughter.”
A toy controlled by that madman until her very death.
Reliving it all, she found the people before her laughable.
Nearby, several women were chattering excitedly about the latest limited-edition handbags, their faces glowing as if owning one meant owning the world.
So noisy.
Just as she was about to turn and get some air, her gaze casually swept across the crowd—
And her heart skipped a beat.
It was him.
Memories burst forth like a breached dam.
The icy manor. The man’s terrifying, world-destroying madness when he relapsed.
“Madman…” Chen Caiwen clenched her fingers. Condensation slid down the champagne glass, soaking her palm in cold moisture.
She wouldn’t provoke him again. She refused to live that kind of life ever again.
A cold, resolute curve lifted at the corner of her lips. Tilting her head back, she drained the slightly bitter champagne in one gulp—like swallowing a final medicine to bid farewell to the past.
Then she turned without hesitation and walked toward the exit of the banquet hall.
Goodbye, Ye Mochen.
Goodbye, that foolish Chen Caiwen from her previous life.
In this life, even if she ended up worse off than before, she would never again have anything to do with that madman.
She would live for herself—just once.
In the apartment, Ran Weiyi subconsciously called out in her mind, Doudou?
【I’m here, Sister.】 Doudou’s voice sounded obedient and well-behaved.
She steadied herself, forcing her thoughts to keep pace with this bizarre turn of events.
“…What do I need to do now?”
【Sister, your mission is to reduce the male lead Ye Mochen’s hostility toward the world and prevent the world from collapsing.】
Hostility value?
Just hearing the term sounded far more lethal than something like “favorability.”
【Sister, here is Ye Mochen’s basic information. Doudou has prepared it for you already.】
Doudou spoke as if presenting a treasure. Immediately after, a semi-transparent blue light screen unfolded within Ran Weiyi’s consciousness.
【Name: Ye Mochen】
【Age: 28】
【Height: 190 cm】
【Identity: Head of the Ye family, a century-old clan in Shencheng】
【Evaluation: Apex predator of the social pyramid—cold, handsome, decisive, ruthless in methods; a bloodthirsty, dangerous, terrifying existence】
【Other: 23】
Ran Weiyi scanned the information from top to bottom. Everything above was familiar from the original novel—nothing unexpected.
But when her eyes landed on the last line, her entire body froze.
Other?
Other… what?
She fell silent for two seconds, her mind racing as she tried to make sense of the overly concise, baffling entry.
An absurd, outrageous thought surfaced, making her cheeks heat uncontrollably.
No way… right?
She cautiously asked in her mind, “Doudou, that last one…?”
【Yes, Sister.】
Doudou answered quickly and innocently. 【This is an accurate value obtained through world data scanning. It may be of reference value when Sister carries out her mission.】
Reference value?
What kind of reference value?
Reference value for what exactly?!
Ran Weiyi felt her temples throb violently, nearly losing her breath.
Was this system even serious?