After I died, I learned I was the villain in a harem novel aimed at male readers.
My fiancée, Lin Yao, was the heroine.
I gave her a family heirloom ring set with imperial green jade, and she turned around and gave it to the male lead.
I bought her a mansion and luxury cars, but she never let me use them.
She let the male lead use them for free instead.
I gave her resources, spent lavishly to boost her family's fortunes, and even begged my parents to invest in her projects, all to raise her value.
In the end, I finally got my wish and married Lin Yao.
But she thought I had used underhanded means to force her into marriage.
On our wedding night, she held a knife to her throat.
"I'll accept your gifts and your proposal, but that doesn't mean I accept your love. I need time to get used to it."
I chose to respect her.
But when the male lead was bitten by a snake, she didn't hesitate to use her own body to "draw out the poison."
When I found out, I went to settle things with him, only for him to strike my death point with a flying needle.
After I died, the story's plot awakened within me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I gave Lin Yao the ring.
