Liu Ran has survived for 15 years in the apocalypse of the year 4125 with her special abilities. One day, she transmigrated into a book, waking up to find herself with a weak cannon fodder father who is deeply in debt, a malicious female supporting character as a mother who won’t die, and an overbearing little boss brother. All three are destined to be cannon fodder before Liu Ran grows up, killed off by the male lead, the female lead, and their son.
Liu Ran looked at the items in her space, touching her chin, and asked, “What’s my mission again?”
System: “Get rich.”
Liu Ran pointed at a pile of gold in her space, “You mean this?”
System: “… Or, family happiness?”
Liu Ran looked at her three silly-looking family members, “These guys?”
System: “… How about living a long life?”
Liu Ran gave a cold smile, pulling out a box of pills, “Would 300 years count?”
The system finally fell silent, after a while, it asked, “How did you get selected?”
Liu Ran: “I have no idea! I was killing zombies, and then I was recruited by you.” System: “…” Oh no, I’ve summoned the wrong one.
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Synopsis
Ruan Yan entered into a flash marriage. Her new husband gifted her with beautiful dresses, dazzling jewelry, and a magnificent castle… He personally crafted a paradise of love for her, yet she spent her life trying to escape. Later—
“Why aren’t you trying to escape anymore?”
“He’s too crazy, and I’m too exhausted to keep up.”
Hearing her conversation with a friend, He Ji licked his lips, taking her words as a compliment.
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“Ridiculous!” Xu Xiangying scoffed, turning her head to avoid his kiss. “Don’t compare me to you; you’re not worthy? You ungrateful wretch!”
“Yes. You’re right. I am a wretch. But this wretch loves you.” While professing his love, he bit into her shoulder, drawing blood.
Xu Xiangying’s face went pale with pain, her eyes flashing with hatred. “You’re sick!”
“Don’t hate me. I can’t help it.” The man covered her eyes, his lips stained with fresh blood, looking as red as a devil’s. “It won’t hurt soon.”
