I clutched the psychic jade, still warm from my hand, and stared at the exquisitely pretty face in the mirror. What the hell, is this Jia Baoyu?!
The night before, I’d revised a proposal eighteen times, only for the client to call me “brain-dead.” And now? I’d transmigrated into the wealthy idler with the worst reputation for brains in Dream of the Red Chamber?
Fine. I’m here, so I might as well make the best of it. Since I’m stuck in this body, I may as well make a big splash.
