I transmigrated into an abusive romance novel as the real heiress, only to be crushed underfoot by the fake heiress. She was delicate and tearful, a master at bullying and framing people. The real heiress was so enraged by her that she dropped dead on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I had arrived on the very day the real heiress returned to the Jiang family. The fake heiress, dressed in a white dress, was crying so hard her face was streaked with tears. “...It’s all my fault. I took your parents from you, so of course you’re angry...” Looking at the fake heiress in front of me, sobbing nonstop, I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face. “Cry, cry, cry. What the hell are you crying for?” “If you’re so good at crying, why don’t you go cry at a funeral?”
