“Phew—” Su Wanqing frowned slightly and slowly opened her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes widened.
She… she wasn’t dead?
Barefoot, she rushed out of bed, opened the door, ran down the spiral staircase.“Dad… Mom?”
“Madam?” A maid downstairs heard the voice and turned around, only to see Su Wanqing—hair slightly disheveled, barefoot, and wearing pajamas.
She was clearly surprised.
Madam always looked perfect no matter the time or place, every single strand of hair in place. She had never once appeared so bare-faced and unpolished.
“Ma… madam?” Su Wanqing frowned slightly.
The maid nodded respectfully. “Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”
Su Wanqing pressed her lips together and turned to go back upstairs.
“Madam, will you be dining now?” the maid’s voice came from behind her.
“Later. I’m not hungry right now.”
After closing the bedroom door, Su Wanqing walked to the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror, slightly stunned.
She had been bedridden for three years. Tormented by illness, she had become painfully thin, her hair dry and yellowing, her once delicate face pale as paper, without a trace of color.
But now, her face looked just like it did three years ago. Her black hair flowed like ink-waterfall down to her waist, her skin was fair and luminous, and her lips were a healthy red.
The reflection felt both familiar and strange.
Su Wanqing looked around.
This seemed to be the master bedroom, but it was completely different from her own room—European style, dominated by black, white, and grey, cold and lifeless with no warmth at all.
She sat down on the chair. Where was this? Everything felt unfamiliar.
Suddenly, she noticed a phone on the bedside table. She picked it up and unlocked it—there was no password.
She opened the contacts.
Li Yuanchen?Gu Hengzhi?
She pulled open the drawer beside the bed and found two marriage certificates inside. Opening them, her name appeared clearly:
Gu Hengzhi — Su Wanqing.
Su Wanqing frowned slightly.
Three years ago, before her illness became so severe that she could barely lift a hand, she had once read a romance novel in the hospital out of boredom.
She couldn’t even remember the title.
The male lead was absurdly doting, the female lead had an outrageously overpowered “halo,” and every young, capable man seemed hopelessly in love with her.
Yet the heroine never accepted any of them, while maintaining ambiguous relationships with multiple male supporting characters, always saying, “You’re a good person.”
Aside from the main leads, every supporting character existed solely to sabotage their love.
In the end, the heroine became the male lead’s treasured wife, and all villains were “reformed.”
Su Wanqing had complained about it to her friends for a long time.
She had only read it because one of the supporting female characters shared her exact name.
In that novel, Su Wanqing was the vicious female antagonist—evil, obsessive, completely infatuated with the male lead, and the biggest obstacle to the protagonists’ love story.
Her ending was tragic: her family destroyed, her fortune ruined, and she died silently on a snowy day.
And yet, she was also a wealthy young lady from a prominent family—beautiful and privileged—who had somehow spiraled into madness, constantly scheming and sabotaging others.
Most notably, her husband was the novel’s biggest villain: Gu Hengzhi. Because of a painful childhood, he was dark, twisted, and obsessive. His love for the heroine was no less than the male lead’s, but his methods were too extreme, causing him to ultimately lose everything.
Su Wanqing had only read halfway before giving up. It had been too long—she couldn’t even remember where the plot had reached.
..
At the dining table.
Su Wanqing ate the food brought by the maid. It had been a long time since she had eaten normal meals; she had survived for years on nutrient infusions and hadn’t been able to eat properly for a long time.
“Where are the others?” she asked, looking at the maid.
The maid replied respectfully, “The young master is at school. The master left for the company early this morning.”
Young master? Master?
So in one sleep, she had gained both a husband and a child?
Su Wanqing had countless questions but didn’t dare ask them.
Who wakes up and forgets they have a husband and child? She couldn’t possibly say she had transmigrated into someone else’s body—that would get her locked up in a psychiatric hospital.
So she could only take things one step at a time.