An Yi He died after being hit by a runaway truck.
When she opened her eyes again, a man whose face she couldn't make out was pinning her down.
With her fiery temper, how could she let herself be pushed around? She flipped him over and pinned him beneath her instead. If anyone was going to do the pinning, it would be her.
The man in the darkness paused, then chuckled softly.
"Madam, you're not paying attention. Let's continue..."
An Yi He had transmigrated into a book, becoming the fake heiress in a novel about a true and a fake heiress.
Before the real heiress came back, An Yi He was the sort who would kill anyone who crossed her.
After the real heiress returned, An Yi He became the sort who got killed by anyone she crossed.
The fake heiress, An Yi He, was selfish, arrogant, and rude. In short, she had no brains.
But she was utterly obedient to her fiance. If he told her to go east, she would never climb a wall; if he told her to go west, she would never chase a chicken.
The moment she received the invitation to the male and female leads' engagement, the fake heiress took explosives and tried to take them down with her, only for the male lead to kick her flying.
An Yi He was dead, and everyone was happy.
He was the president of a multinational conglomerate, a man at the top of the food chain. On a whim, he married the daughter of a minor wealthy family, never expecting his heart to slowly fall for her.
Until one day, the man pinned An Yi He beneath him and warned her calmly, with a hint of languor.
"If you go looking for him again, I'll kill him."
Give yourself a boost!
It's still pretty good-looking. Come on!