Forced to Save the Villainous Male Lead, I Choose to Slack Off

Jiang Suisui figured she was probably the most miserable person ever to transmigrate into a book.

Other transmigrators who ended up as villainesses were delicate and helpless, clinging to powerful allies. She, on the other hand, was forced to rack up a villain’s hatred points from the start while staying in character.

She thought things couldn’t get any worse. Then the young man was smiling and chatting one moment, and in the blink of an eye, he unhesitatingly drew a gleaming dagger across his own throat.

Blood splashed across her face, chilling her for the rest of her life.

The Heavenly Dao and Jiang Suisui: ...

Back then, Jiang Suisui naively believed that her hope of returning home depended on the life of that jade-carving youth.

He was her target to win over, someone she had to protect at all costs.

But no one could have imagined that the young man she had devoted herself to protecting would unhesitatingly plunge a sword into her heart.

A few drops of scarlet blood spattered across his jade-white face. Still, he curled his lips into a smile, gentle and clear-eyed as ever.

“I don’t need the lofty pity of a god. If the gods only favor the woman blessed by fortune, why pretend to care?”

Looking at the sword he had plunged without hesitation into her chest, Jiang Suisui finally understood.

To hell with redemption. I’m done.

I’m checking out. Let whoever wants to deal with it do so.

The day the rebel army entered the city, blades gleamed like frost and rivers of blood ran through the streets.

The rebel leader was strikingly handsome, a bloodstain on his face as vivid as a red spider lily.

The original male lead, eyes blazing with rage, asked him what he wanted.

His lips curved slightly, his gaze consumed by obsessive madness.

“All I want is one person: Jiang Suisui.”