[Beloved, spoiled little princess adored by everyone x proud, refined, domineering CEO]
An'an, the most noble princess of the Great Chu Empire, transmigrated into a book.
She became a vicious supporting female character in an old-fashioned romance novel, one who grovelled at the male lead's feet and ended up dying miserably on the street.
An'an: “You'd let your hair down for a man? Have you no dignity? The night pearls in my treasury could crush ten Shen Yis. Got it?”
The original owner had jumped into a pond and acted crazy in public just to get Shen Yi to look at her.
After An'an arrived, she elegantly lifted the hem of her designer dress and stopped begging for his love. Instead, she complained that the tea he made wasn't hot enough and that his limited-edition sports car, one of a kind in the world, had jostled her back.
Shen Yi blocked her against the wall, his face dark. “An'an, what game are you playing now? Trying to make me chase you?”
An'an yawned lazily and lifted his chin with a fingertip. “How dare you! Shen Yi, who gave you permission to address me by name? Kneel down and pour me more tea.”
Later, the city's media captured the scene:
The decisive, cold, and refined head of the Shen family was down on one knee, carefully holding the hem of that “vicious supporting character's” dress and coaxing her in a hoarse voice:
“Your Highness, I've poured your tea. Come home with me, won't you?”
