Sun Ningning grinned so widely her teeth were practically blooming, dreaming of kowtowing to both Buddha and God in gratitude.
Though the system in her mind wasn’t governed by any deities from East or West.
“So you see, being a good person always brings unexpected rewards—if not in this life, then after death!”
Sun Ningning lay sprawled across a 2.5-meter-long rosewood bed, legs crossed and bouncing rhythmically like a pampered young mistress.
Her fair feet swayed playfully as she fanned herself with a gold-threaded lotus-patterned round fan while popping fruits from a celadon dish into her mouth.
Reflecting on her previous life, it could be summarized in one phrase:
Ms. Sun, the Helpful Citizen!
At age 12, she’d swiftly pulled a elementary student away from falling debris;
At 17, she’d performed newly-learned CPR on a collapsed pedestrian while calling an ambulance;
At 18, during summer volunteer work in the countryside, she’d led children to open fields after noticing pre-earthquake natural anomalies—
When brick houses crumbled moments later, she rejoiced at saving over twenty children.
Until her final internship in senior year.
Overworking with late nights and weekend side jobs…
Sun Ningning, deceased at 21.
In her final moments, she actually felt relieved?
Her wretched birth family had survived by “sucking her dry.”
After her death, they’d displayed protest banners and her portrait while extorting her company.
Their biological son needed a down payment for his apartment—convenient timing with their adopted daughter’s fatal exhaustion.
Ningning’s spirit hovering overhead watched them mourn by day while researching real estate by night.
She nearly resurrected from sheer rage!
Until a “beep” echoed in her mind:
“Good Deeds Rewarded System activated. Congratulations to #10086 Good Person Sun Ningning… Cross-dimensional transfer commencing… Countdown initiated…”
“This is the Time Administration… State your wish, Host…”
Three days had passed since transmigrating into this novel.
Sun Ningning declared herself perfectly adapted to ancient aristocratic life.
“Please reincarnate me into such luxury for three lifetimes! I beg you!”
The system’s cute doll voice occasionally chimed reminders.
Like now:
“Host, your 2D boyfriend is returning to the capital~”
Sun Ningning bolted upright!
Stammering excitedly:
“He’s co-coming back? Awooo!!”
Mommy’s precious—wait no! Big sister’s sweetheart!
My darling husband!
Her heartbeat skyrocketed from 70 to 110 BPM.
She feared she’d instantly become a living meme upon seeing him—
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Her randomly drawn Good Deeds Reward Card granted Death Immunity.
With such a golden finger, how could she fail to win over her tsundere sweetheart?
Hehehehe…
“Host, don’t celebrate too soon. Your Immortality can be broken by Bai Ze.”
“Scram! Stop reading my thoughts! My baby’s a gentle, long-suffering tragic beauty! He’d never harm a defenseless girl!”
“Sure… but still suggest approaching gradually, okay?”
This Host was the kind of “female ruffian” who could sit beside her roommate watching Japanese adult films while critiquing the techniques and cinematography.
She was a rare breed—vulgar yet sincere, foul-mouthed but with behaviors that radiated “fastidiousness” and “gentlemanly” manners.
If the guilty System had a human form, it would probably be sweating bullets by now.
It was merely a Wish-Fulfillment System.
Hosts bound to it didn’t need to complete tasks; instead, the System had to help them achieve their desires before it could leave.
But it had made a mistake, boohoo.
A huge mistake!
However, the main bureau hadn’t detected it, and the Host hadn’t grown suspicious. Forcing a correction would consume the Points it had painstakingly accumulated over centuries, so…
“A gradual approach? No way! Let me tell you, ancient people were quite open-minded too. Otherwise, how could Pan An have been pelted to an early death by fruits and cabbages? Besides, this is just a fictional ancient setting from a book!”
“I’m going to confess my feelings right away. He’ll definitely be shocked and think, ‘How shameless of her!’ See? That way, he’ll remember me deeply from the very start!”
“…Then, I’ll keep appearing in his life, confessing daily, giving gifts, acting cute—making it a habit for him! And then step three…”
Sun Ningning analyzed point by point, her reasoning flawless.
One would need to have read dozens, if not hundreds, of novels to master such smooth flirting skills.
The System really wanted to facepalm.
“Host, the male lead in this world…” might be a bit different.
“What about him?”
“Nothing! You’re right, he is indeed handsome, powerful… and tragic?”
“Hmph!” Sun Ningning snorted coldly, thinking of her dear husband’s miserable life in the book.
Staring out the window at the fragile flower branches violently swaying in the wind, she declared firmly:
“With me here, Xiao Ze will only be handsome and powerful from now on—no more tragedy. I won’t let him suffer even a bit of harm!”
The System sighed. “Even though he has an immortal body and can revive infinitely, his pain sensitivity is three times that of an ordinary person. Host, you’d better proceed with caution.”
From age 15 until her death at 21, Sun Ningning had only ever cared about 2D characters.
That non-existent, author-crafted tragic second male lead—the young man designed to wrench fans’ tears.
He was the motivation that drove her to climb upward, out of the darkness.
Sun Ningning’s father, who had abandoned her, was a Russian exchange student, and her grandmother was a Russian dancer who had performed in China.
She inherited fair skin, striking looks, long legs, and a 75D bust through generational inheritance, which attracted many suitors.
There were sweet, youthful juniors and successful older men; self-proclaimed cool bad boys and slick pickup artists.
Sun Ningning’s rejection repertoire cycled through a few standard lines:
“Sorry, you’re not tall enough—I like guys who are 188cm. What? You’re 190cm? No, no, that’s too tall; it’d strain my neck to look up at you.”
“Apologies, I prefer men who wear floral prints. Huh? You’d wear them for me? Heh, then grow your hair long and come confess in an embroidered dress first! What? You’re telling me to get lost?”
“I’ve said it before—I like men prettier than me, with abs and legs so long they reach my waist. Senior, you’re even slimmer and paler than I am. Let’s just be sisters, okay?”