[Damn it, how can a novel be this stupid?!]
Su Qian hugged her keyboard and unleashed a stream of colorful insults.
She had stayed up all night reading a true-heiress-versus-fake-heiress novel called The Beloved Little Princess: The Crown Prince of Beijing’s Elite Circle Loves Her Madly! It told the story of Su Muyao, the nanny’s daughter, who was secretly switched into a wealthy family and grew up as the family’s cherished darling after exchanging identities with the real heiress.
And by an incredible coincidence, the unfortunate real heiress had the exact same name as her.
In the novel, the real heiress, Su Qian, was finally reunited with the Su family at the age of eighteen. Only then did everyone discover that Su Muyao was actually the nanny’s daughter.
But by then, the entire family adored Su Muyao beyond reason.
The eldest brother couldn’t bear to part with her.
The second brother secretly loved her.
The third brother protected her like a treasure and even warned the family:
“As long as I’m here, nobody is allowed to touch Muyao.”
With a wave of his hand, Father Su declared:
“From today onward, both Su Qian and Su Muyao are daughters of the Su family.”
And so, the real heiress Su Qian became nothing more than a foil.
While Su Muyao lived peacefully and gracefully, Su Qian constantly made mistakes and caused trouble. The family grew to dislike her more and more while doting on Su Muyao even more.
Even her fiancé—the crown prince of Beijing’s elite circle—fell in love with Su Muyao.
Enraged and humiliated, Su Qian eventually tampered with a crystal chandelier at a banquet, intending to crush Su Muyao to death.
Unfortunately, the chandelier missed its target.
Instead, it killed Su Qian.
Instant death.
On the very day the male and female leads publicly announced their relationship, her corpse was dumped in the wilderness.
She didn’t even get a grave.
Reader Su Qian: “…F*CK!!”
The story felt so personal that she immediately grabbed her keyboard and typed a furious thousand-word rant in the comment section.
And the moment she hit “Post”—
She transmigrated.
Into the villainous Su Qian.
A massive crystal chandelier was plummeting straight toward her.
Su Qian’s pupils shook violently.
“HOLY SHIT!!”
She had transmigrated into the exact scene where the cannon-fodder villain died!
I survived being an office slave making three thousand yuan a month while getting mentally tortured by my boss and working 996 schedules…
And now I’m going to die after becoming a wealthy family’s heiress?!
No way!
A rat person’s life is still a life!
I’m freaking sliding, sprinting, rolling, spinning, and launching myself into the sky if I have to!
Her survival instincts exploded.
She sprang up with lightning speed, executed a serpentine dodge, kicked off the floor, and practically teleported two meters away.
BOOM!
Amid a chorus of screams, the enormous crystal chandelier crashed down, barely grazing the soles of her shoes.
A perfect clutch escape.
King Yama: Who just unsent a message?
Having successfully unsent her own death notification, Su Qian let out a long breath.
Even she thought she was amazing.
There should be applause right now.
Instead, when she looked up, she saw an extraordinarily handsome man striding toward her with a cold expression.
Then he raised his hand—
And swung it toward her face.
Wait.
I asked for applause, not a slap!
Can you not understand human language?!
I’ve been playing flash-step games with the King of Hell himself. You think you’re hitting me?
Su Qian sidestepped.
The man missed.
Before he could retract his arm, she swung back and delivered a vicious slap.
SMACK!
The entire banquet hall fell silent.
In the luxurious ballroom, every guest stared in shock.
Su Qian casually shook her wrist.
The man stood there clutching his cheek, looking at her as if he’d seen a ghost.
“Su Qian, have you lost your mind?!” he growled.
His voice was deep and attractive.
Oh my.
Pretty face. Nice voice, too.
Novel characters really were built differently.
With an openly flirtatious expression, Su Qian slowly looked him up and down like a sleazy old man admiring a beauty.
One meter eighty-six tall.
Handsome.
Long legs.
Cold, imposing aura.
A string of top-grade jade Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrist.
This was her fiancé—
Ji Yuhan, the crown prince of Beijing’s elite social circle.
A complete idiot who had good looks but no brains after being wrapped around the female lead’s little finger.
Su Qian blew him a whistle.
“Baby, hitting you means I love you. Otherwise, why would I hit you and not anyone else?”
Ji Yuhan’s eye twitched.
His expression darkened further.
“I never expected you to be this vicious, Su Qian. What you’ve done is a crime!”
Su Qian dug at her ear.
“Huh? Slapping you is a crime now?”
She took two steps forward.
Then slapped him again.
SMACK!
“Then call the police.”
Ji Yuhan clearly hadn’t expected his clingy fiancée to suddenly switch into martial-arts mode.
He took another slap head-on.
His face was literally knocked sideways.
Su Qian could see his pupils trembling.
His lips twitched.
Then he pointed beside him.
“Who was talking about that?! I’m talking about Muyao!”
Following his finger, Su Qian finally noticed that in a completely ignored corner of the room—
The female lead, Su Muyao, had already collapsed onto the floor.
Wait.
The chandelier didn’t even hit her, did it?
Su Qian immediately switched into “zoo visitor mode” and began circling around her with great interest.
Girl, I already knew you were a fake white lotus while reading the novel.
You really didn’t disappoint me.
Her fake fainting skills were terrible.
Her eyelashes were trembling.
Her eyeballs were moving around under her lids.
And this woman was supposed to be a top actress?
In the novel, Su Muyao was the nation’s hottest young star.
She had endless resources, won awards effortlessly, and by the finale had completed a full sweep of both film and television queen titles.
Tsk tsk.
If someone with acting like this can become Best Actress, then the entertainment industry is truly doomed.
Su Qian clicked her tongue and turned toward Ji Yuhan.
In the original story, the author insisted on keeping the male and female leads morally spotless.
So despite loving each other, they suppressed their feelings and suffered through endless romantic angst.
Only after the real heiress died did they finally get together.
Which meant that right now, Ji Yuhan could only clench his fists and endure.
He didn’t dare do anything.
Su Qian immediately mocked him.
“Why aren’t you checking on her? Looks like she’s a little dead.”
Ji Yuhan shot her a furious glare before hurrying toward Su Muyao.
What a tragic pair of lovers.
The surrounding guests looked deeply moved.
As for Su Qian—the actual fiancée—she simply stood nearby with folded arms and watched.
See how kind I am?
Hehe. Just kidding.
Watching Ji Yuhan rush toward Su Muyao and prepare to crouch down for a dramatic idol-drama rescue scene, Su Qian suddenly lifted her leg.
Wearing high heels, she kicked him squarely in the butt.
Damn it. I hated this insane couple while reading the novel!
Whoever wants to be cannon fodder can do it themselves.
You two can publicly lock yourselves together instead!
The original Su Qian had been abused by the nanny since childhood.
Cooking.
Laundry.
Feeding pigs.
Working in the fields.
She had strength to spare.
Ji Yuhan stumbled from the kick.
Unable to regain his balance, he pitched forward straight toward Su Muyao.
The crowd gasped.
And the supposedly unconscious Su Muyao—
Opened her eyes in fright.
But the next second, she and Ji Yuhan tumbled into a heap.
Afraid she would get hurt, Ji Yuhan immediately wrapped his arms around her.
Now the entire banquet hall was staring at them.
So Su Muyao had been pretending to faint?
What excellent acting.
The chandelier hadn’t even touched her.
Which meant she was deliberately framing Su Qian.
People in high society all had a hundred and eighty hidden agendas.
The looks they gave Su Muyao instantly became complicated.
Naturally, she noticed.
She hurriedly trembled and buried herself in Ji Yuhan’s embrace, avoiding everyone’s shocked stares.
“Muyao, thank goodness you’re alright…”
Ji Yuhan looked deeply moved.
“Ah Han…”
Su Muyao immediately put on a pitiful expression.
Standing nearby, Su Qian clicked her tongue repeatedly.
Indecent posture.
Lovestruck eyes.
What a perfectly matched adulterous pair.
She quickly pulled out her phone.
While everyone else was still stunned, she snapped photo after photo.
Even captured several animated shots.
There.
Tomorrow’s entertainment headlines were secured.
After putting away her phone, she calmly took two steps back.
Then came the performance:
Widened eyes.
Shock.
A trembling hand covering her mouth.
The combo flowed smoothly.
“Muyao… y-you… you two…”
She deliberately spoke in a sickeningly delicate voice.
Then, in front of everyone, she suddenly turned toward the reporters outside the banquet hall and shouted at the top of her lungs:
“She’s your fiancée’s sister! You’re actually hugging each other!”
“This is a twisted, forbidden love!”