The Cold Young Master's Maid and Lover

Sigh, there’s no point in living. My mother died when I was eight. A year later, my father married the woman who’s now my stepmother. From then on, happiness disappeared. My stepmother was a real drama queen, acting one way when my father was around and another when he wasn’t. Then my little brother was born, and my father barely seemed to care whether I was there or not. I drifted through life like that until I was twenty-two, feeling I had nothing left to hold on to, with no one to love me or care for me. At last, on my twenty-second birthday, I jumped from the roof of a nineteen-story building and ended my life. When I came to, dazed and confused, everything was made of wood, and the other things looked so strange. Wait, why wasn’t I dead? Could it be... I’d transmigrated? Someone asked me anxiously, “Meng Lian, wake up. How are you feeling?”...