Synopsis:
Delicate and soft-bodied, Ruan Ning admires herself in the mirror after transmigrating, filled with self-love. However, she questions why she must seduce sick and delicate lovers who are misogynistic, gloomy, and volatile. Tears fill her eyes as she wonders how a fragile flower can withstand such storms. It is only after multiple transmigrations that she realizes she is the life-saving medicine for these troubled souls, cherished and kept close.
Ruan Ning reflects: I can’t seduce men; they’re the ones seducing me…
Settings:
- Misogynistic Chief Minister × Black-hearted White Moonlight (Completed)
- Cold-blooded War God Prince × Charming Divorced Wife (Completed)
- Double-Personality Teenage Emperor × Fallen Princess (Completed)
- Sister-Complex Obsessive Elder Brother × Fragile Young Nun (Completed)
- Gloomy Head Eunuch × Charming Empress Dowager (Completed)
- Female Bandit with Explosive Martial Arts × Scheming Sickly Scholar (Completed)
- Irritable Prince × Black Sesame Dumpling Princess (Completed)
The female lead is soft, cute, and has a rock-bottom IQ, while the male lead provides excessive pampering and intelligence.
Alternative Titles: “What to Do When Encountering an Unreliable System” “Actually, Aren’t Readers the Most Difficult Little Demons?”
Illogical and brainless writing, for entertainment and amusement.
Content Tags: Female Protagonist, Supporting Character, Transmigration
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Chapter 1: The White Moonlight Becomes a Mother-in-Law
The torrential rain had been pouring since the afternoon with no signs of stopping. Only one horse-drawn carriage remained on the dark road, the driver concealed by a raincoat and conical hat.
Suddenly, lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a thunderous roar. Ruan Ning, startled awake, let out a cry.
The driver lifted the carriage curtain and peered inside, softly saying, “Cousin, you’re awake?”
A lamb’s horn lantern hung inside, casting a warm yellow light. In its glow, Ruan Ning saw a handsome face—thick eyebrows, a prominent nose, bright eyes. The conical hat gave him an ethereal appearance.
Ruan Ning looked at him and fell into contemplation: Who am I? Where am I? Where am I going?
Spend the Night?
Cousin, Rainy Night Dim Lamp, Lone Man and Woman, So Is This Turning into a Passionate Story?
Ruan Ning pressed her hand against her forehead, sighing silently. Who could have imagined that the life of a failed writer would be so exciting?
The carriage stopped in front of the inn half an hour later. The man in a bamboo hat entered first to register. Ruan Ning lifted the curtain and saw the common inn sign, “Yuelai Inn” – could there be any less originality? This author really isn’t putting in much effort.
The ground was full of accumulated water. As Ruan Ning hesitated to wade through, the bamboo hat man strode over. He had removed his raincoat, revealing a deep blue long robe that emphasized his tall and elegant figure. He quickly approached Ruan Ning, lifted the curtain, and embraced her around the waist, lifting her up.
Soft and fragrant, she was suddenly in his arms. Ruan Ning was caught off guard, letting out a soft cry and quickly grabbing his arm, nervously saying, “Put me down, I can walk by myself.”
“Don’t move, your clothes are wet.”
Don’t catch a cold,” the man in the bamboo hat said hoarsely, struggling to maintain his composure. If she would just lie quietly in his arms, it would be fine, but she kept squirming to get down. Wherever she touched, fire seemed to ignite—a temptation few could resist.
Through his thin clothing, Ruan Ning felt her captor suddenly become hot. This was indeed a passionate story. She dared not move, curling up obediently in his arms. Soon, they reached a quiet room with a large bed. The man closed the door behind him, hesitating before finally setting her down and turning to leave.
Actually a gentleman, Ruan Ning sighed in relief. “I’ll get some hot water for you to bathe,” he said.
The hot water arrived quickly. Ruan Ning bit her lip, stammering, “Could you step out for a moment?” Despite his handsomeness, she couldn’t potentially bathe in front of a man she’d just met. Yet, her coyness only fueled his desire. He stood up, checking the water temperature, then glanced at Ruan Ning, who peeked from beneath her trembling eyelashes. Gritting his teeth, he pushed the door open and walked out.
It was very cold, the clothes were damp, and the steaming hot water looked inviting. Ruan Ning hesitated before deciding to bathe. She checked her surroundings, confirmed no one was present, bolted the door, and moved a table to block it before quickly undressing and sliding into the wooden tub.
The water temperature was just right, and she closed her eyes, feeling incredibly comfortable. She thought to herself that no matter the situation, she would deal with it after bathing.
Lin Si, originally a maid in the Ruan family, quickly fell in love with the impoverished young master Wang Mengfu, who had come to the Ruan family after losing his parents. Ambitiously, Lin Si suggested that Wang Mengfu marry Ruan Ning, the Ruan family’s only daughter, to find a way forward. Wang Mengfu got engaged to Ruan Ning just as the court’s first counselor, Lin Jie, discovered Lin Si was his long-lost daughter. Reunited with her family, Lin Si became a sought-after noble lady, while Ruan Ning conveniently died at this critical moment. Wang Mengfu married Lin Si, leading to a series of household, palace, and court struggles. Ultimately, Wang Mengfu reached the pinnacle of power with numerous concubines, Lin Si wielded great influence, and Ruan Ning became the white moonlight in their arguments.
What a wonderful life, if she weren’t the unfortunate white moonlight ultimately killed by this couple.
The yellow text on the transparent panel flashed twice: 9527, please begin the plot.
Ruan Ning came to her senses and said to the system in her mind: “Can we communicate by voice?”
The panel flashed again: Choose 1. Ordinary female voice; 2. Ordinary male voice; 3. Sexy male voice; 4. Special female voice.
Ruan Ning hesitated, then chose 3. A middle-aged man’s voice that made her scalp tingle sounded in her brain: “9527, please begin the plot.”
Where was the promised sexiness?
Ruan Ning jolted and shouted: “Stop! I choose 4!”
It changed to an exaggerated loli voice, speaking in a coy and mischievous manner. Ruan Ning struggled: “1, I choose 1!”
Beep—, a long electronic sound, then a mechanical female voice rang out: “Host frequent operation, system malfunction…”
Ruan Ning was speechless. After being tortured by Jinjiang’s poor user experience for years, why was she still encountering such things after transmigrating?
“Ning Ning, are you ready?” Wang Mengfu’s voice came from outside the door, and he pushed the door open.
Ruan Ning hurriedly said, “Wait a moment, I haven’t finished washing!” She climbed out of the bucket and wiped herself with a cloth, urgently summoning the system in her mind, but it appeared to be malfunctioning.
What should she do? Ruan Ning felt tears welling up.
Wang Mengfu’s hand had slipped into his clothes, eager to move downward, when a candlestick was suddenly pressed against his neck. “Brother, don’t…” Ruan Ning’s voice was soft, like a homeless cat.
He relaxed, gently pushing the candlestick aside. “Ning Ning, could you bear to hurt me?”
Ruan Ning lowered her eyelids, near tears. “Brother, we haven’t married yet. Once we’re married, I’ll give you everything…”
The weak woman’s pleading intensified Wang Mengfu’s possessive desire. His breathing became heavier, and his body pressed against hers, making her acutely aware of his intentions.
