I'm the Villain's Little Sidekick

Ever since I was seven, I'd known I was the vicious female supporting character. I knew that after doing every bad thing imaginable, the plot would make my intestines burst on my twenty-fifth birthday. But I didn't change. I threw dead rats into other people's homes, stole their dolls, and pushed them into the river. One day, just as I was about to mix laxatives into the heroine's meal, someone picked me up by the scruff. "Whose kid is this? If nobody wants her, I'll take her." The villain had one hand in his pocket and the other gripping the back of my collar. He called out casually. 1. Lu Lan tossed me into the car. "Drive," he told the driver, looking every inch the aloof young master.