Ye Wan died from overwork and transmigrated into a novel she had been recommending, becoming a cannon-fodder scumbag with the same name as her. Everyone knew a cannon-fodder’s purpose was to smash pills to save the heroine and nurse her back to health. Once every last bit of their value had been squeezed out, they would be… well, you know.
Transmigrated Ye Wan: “Squeezing me dry? I’ll make you spit it all back out!” She planned to lie low and quietly grow stronger in the rival sect, taking revenge for the original owner. She also thought she might put her remaining talents to use and save the naive, sheltered disciples of Qingfeng Sect. But instead, she’d stumbled straight into a giant vat of black dye.
After that, the secret identities her senior brothers revealed were completely beyond her expectations.
The dignified, reserved eldest senior brother, who was actually socially anxious: “Little junior sister, come to me if you need anything. Your eldest senior brother will do everything he can to help.”
The seemingly mild-mannered but scheming second senior brother: “Little junior sister, you certainly have plenty of secrets. No matter, I can protect you.”
The energetic, fun-loving third senior brother: “Hee hee, I have a little junior sister now too. She’s so cute! I’d better keep her close!”
The thoughtful, strategic fourth senior brother: “Only the finest treasure in the world is worthy of being a congratulatory gift for little junior sister.”
The impulsive fifth senior brother with powerful connections: “My little junior sister is so sweet and timid. Don’t you dare scare her!”
Ye Wan blinked, wondering if she’d taken a wrong turn. She’d planned to go it alone and thrive, but somehow she’d found the family affection she’d longed for most and become everyone’s darling.
The original heroine: “So? Weren’t you supposed to hand everything over to me? That’s what happened in my last life too! Damn it! Where did things go wrong?”
