[Tips: 1. Both leads are pure in heart and body, no need to doubt. 2. The female lead has never been wronged since transmigrating into the book. 3. Don’t look down on the small mission rewards—this is foreshadowing. The female lead will become a wealthy woman, an absolute winner in life. This is a crack fic, all for fun, hope everyone enjoys it~]
“Thump, thump, thump.”
The knocking pulled Wen Yao out of her dizziness. She snapped her eyes open, her heart pounding wildly.
Where am I, what am I doing? Didn’t I become a vegetable?
Wen Yao sat up from the unfamiliar large bed, the silk quilt sliding off to reveal skin as white as snow and frost, her slender arms and long legs glossy and eye-catching—she was only wearing an ultra-short camisole nightgown.
Wen Yao froze. She didn’t own such a sexy nightgown. Who changed her clothes?!
Perhaps because no response came for a long time, the knocking sounded again.
Wen Yao’s heart was uneasy. She hastily smoothed her hair and straightened her dress.
“Come in.”
“Madam, the master is waiting for you downstairs. Please come down as soon as possible.”
The middle-aged woman who entered wore a dark blue suit—the standard maid’s outfit from TV dramas. Her tone was respectful, but her eyes held obvious pity and, subtly, disdain.
Wen Yao felt extremely uncomfortable under that gaze and couldn’t figure out the situation, so she could only nod in response. Only after the woman left did she flop back onto the bed.
What madam, what master—this must be a hallucination before death, right? When in doubt, sleep it off. Maybe I’ll wake up back on the hospital bed.
[Ding, it’s not a hallucination, it’s transmigration.]
[Congratulations, host, on binding the Fate-Altering System. 8848 is at your service with utmost sincerity.]
An icy mechanical voice sounded in her ears. After a chaotic exchange, Wen Yao finally understood the situation:
She had transmigrated into a novel called “Mr. Fu, the Substitute Wife Is a Miracle Doctor,” which mainly told the story of the crazy male lead Fu Jinzhi engaging in all sorts of illegal and criminal activities while entangled in melodramatic affairs with the substitute female lead and his white moonlight.
However, Wen Yao was neither the cinnabar mole female lead nor the white moonlight supporting character. She was just the rat droppings in the male lead’s heart: the cannon fodder ex-wife.
As a supporting character in a melodramatic novel, Wen Yao’s storyline was also quite exciting. She was a genius painter who secretly loved the male lead’s older brother, but accidentally drugged the male lead instead.
After realizing she had no chance with the male lead’s brother, she went to extreme lengths to get close to her beloved—even faking a pregnancy to marry the male lead.
In the end, the fake pregnancy was exposed. She was retaliated against by the male lead, abandoned by her family, and died of poverty and hunger beside a trash can—still clutching an onion pancake she’d fished out of the garbage.
According to the system, the original cannon fodder had suddenly awakened, unable to accept her fate. She screamed that she hated onion pancakes the most, then kidnapped a system worker and fled, dying of a sudden cardiac arrest.
Wen Yao now needed to take over her role and complete the tasks assigned by the system.
[After the original host fled, headquarters also discovered illegal operations in this world. Host, your task is to change your own fate while preventing the male lead from going down the path of crime.]
Upon completing the tasks, Wen Yao could choose to return to her original world for rebirth or stay here and receive a reward of ten million.
“Where’s the plot now?”
Wen Yao was tempted. Before transmigrating, she had just won five million in the lottery when she got into a car accident and became a vegetable. Whether she went back or stayed here, she could live well.
The prerequisite was completing the tasks smoothly.
System 8848 suddenly stuttered, and an awkward note crept into its mechanical voice: [The male lead has already discovered your fake pregnancy. He’s waiting for you downstairs right now.]
Wen Yao let out a cold laugh. “I want to go back and be a vegetable.”
No wonder the servants looked at her like that.
At this point in time, she couldn’t enjoy a single bit of good fortune—all she got was suffering, all the way down to rummaging through trash cans.
Ridiculous. Although she, unlike the original owner, didn’t hate scallion pancakes, compared to digging through trash for food, she’d rather be a vegetable and just wither away.
The system coaxed her patiently: 【Look on the bright side—at least the plotline hasn’t started yet, and the male lead is still law-abiding. All you need to do is use a little cunning…】
“And I’ll die without a burial place.” Wen Yao finished the system’s sentence, her voice resolute. “Send me back.”
【Sorry, the original owner’s already dead. You’re the only one left to fill in.】
System 8848 simply gave up, acting all “what are you gonna do about it.”
Fine, fine! Wen Yao gritted her teeth and stomped heavily off the bed to rummage through the wardrobe for clothes.
Screw it. Worst case, nobody lives.
If Fu Jinzhi insisted on tormenting her…
Then she’d strike first and hang herself at Fu Jinzhi’s front door ahead of time. What did she, a vegetable, have to fear?!
Wen Yao examined the familiar face in the full-length mirror, turned with confidence, and marched downstairs with her head held high, like a proud husky.
Her pride didn’t last two minutes. The moment she reached the bottom of the stairs, a stack of papers came flying at her face.
“Wen Yao, you faked a pregnancy to trick my brother!”
A shrill female voice exploded by her ear, but Wen Yao didn’t spare a single glance at the scattering test reports.
What was there to look at? It just meant she wasn’t pregnant, after all.
The girl glaring at her wore a pink dress, innocent and pretty—probably Fu Jinzhi’s biological sister, Fu Yan.
The main man himself, Fu Jinzhi, was perfectly at ease, legs crossed as he leaned back on the sofa, watching the farce with a faint, unreadable smile.
He was the male lead, so naturally he’d received the creator’s exclusive favor—flawless in both bone structure and appearance. His pupils were a pure black that should have been cold, yet they were paired with peach-blossom eyes, and a single sweep of his gaze was both amorous and languid.
Wen Yao sat down across from the two of them, gestured for Fu Yan to sit as well, then spoke with a sincere expression:
“I know you’re both very angry.”
“But if you put your hand on your heart, I did everything I was supposed to do and everything I wasn’t. Not getting pregnant isn’t entirely my problem.”
It was mainly Fu Jinzhi’s problem. How come other male leads hit the bullseye on the first shot, but he couldn’t manage it? He should reflect on whether he’d been keeping fit all these years, and whether Little Fu was up to the task.
The more Wen Yao thought about it, the more confident she became, meeting Fu Jinzhi’s eyes with blatant arrogance.
Hiss—her back felt prickly.
Fu Jinzhi’s lips curved upward, but his gaze held a chill that contradicted his smile. “So you’re saying my problem is why you faked the pregnancy?”
His tone was calm, but he was rarely this angered. No man could easily accept a woman questioning his capability.
Wen Yao lowered her head with feigned shyness, twisting her fingers together. “Ah, well, I can’t blame you entirely. The timing, place, and people just weren’t right that day. You did try your best, though.”
The one who was supposed to take the drug was your brother—who knew you’d show up instead? Fu Jinzhi had been thrust into the role at the last minute, a duck forced onto the chopping block.
“Heh~”
Looking at Wen Yao’s expression, Fu Jinzhi was genuinely laughed out of anger. He didn’t remember much else about that day, but he remembered that this woman Wen Yao was truly ruthless.
A cup of C-drug with only a trace of water in it had burned away his senses completely.
The moment he regained a sliver of rationality, he was caught in bed—and on his brother Fu Lizhi’s bed, no less.
That day, Wen Yao had sobbed and wailed like she’d suffered the greatest injustice, insisting that nothing had happened between the two of them, and refusing his mother’s request for a marriage alliance.
But barely a month later, she’d suddenly announced she was pregnant and insisted she had to marry him.
Now that the pregnancy was also fake, had she gone through all this trouble just to mess with people?
This was somewhat unfair to the original Wen Yao. Her initial refusal had come from heartbreak—the realization that she had no chance with her idol had left her despondent. Her later decision to marry had been fueled by a resurgence of fighting spirit, a plan to get close to Fu Lizhi as his sister-in-law and then make her move.
But Wen Yao certainly wasn’t about to say any of that out loud. After all, the original owner of this body, who had insisted on telling the truth, had starved to death beside a trash can, clinging to her resolve to never eat scallion pancakes.
A bewildered Fu Yan processed this for a moment before her face flushed crimson. What—what kind of scandalous talk were these two having!
Was there a problem or not, was he trying hard or not…
She was an innocent college girl, completely unfamiliar with sites like Mou Tang or Mou Po.
If pressed, well… she knew a thing or two.