After Becoming a Laid-Back, Mad Beauty, I Tore Apart the Tragic Romance Script

[Marriage First, Love Later + Both Reborn + Mutual Healing + Transmigrate into a Book as the Villainess + Historical Romance]

A grinning, unhinged tigress of a heroine + a cold-faced hero who does her laundry

Script:

[Reborn in a Book] The First Night

The icy young master plays with wallpaper!

Jiang Che: Wow~ (drooling)

Lu Jian: Heh, there really is nothing but wallpaper.

…

Script:

[Contract Marriage]

A contract, not a marriage. A misunderstanding, not a mistake.

Jiang Che: Marriage first, love later, then chasing your wife to the crematorium. Such a familiar formula! Such a familiar taste! I know this one!

Lu Jian: Every cause has its effect, and your comeuppance is me! (cold, haughty face)

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Script:

[The Real and Fake Heiresses] You are the real heiress.

Jiang Che: One of the rare times my evil stepmother of an author has shown some conscience.

Lu Jian: Hmm... Maybe you should take another careful look at the script?

My scumbag father wants me dead.

My stepmother wants me dead.

Even my scumbag husband wants me dead.

Jiang Che, shocked like a world-famous painting: So! This is a world where only I get hurt!

She furiously tears the [tragic romance] script to shreds.

…

With a face of peerless beauty, she is reduced to a sacrificial supporting character in an old-fashioned romantic comedy, tortured to the brink by the saintly heroine and her knights.

Her wicked side suddenly awakens, and she fights back against all odds, only to be forcibly reborn by her author-stepmother and transmigrate into the book once more, ready to be tortured all over again.

Fine! Once she’s done being unhinged, it’s time to switch to [sweet on the outside, dark within] mode.

With a few savage kicks:

She kicks her scumbag father into the castration chamber.

She kicks her stepmother into the imperial entertainment bureau.

She kicks the heroine down to maid status.

And while she’s at it, she makes a fortune.

But her husband, whom she picked up for free, grabs her leg: You can kick everyone else, just don’t kick me, okay? (his cold, haughty face turns pitiful)