Trapped in a Mad Novel: Winning Over the Villain Starts with Torment

[A sly, shameless male lead VS a short-tempered, sunny female lead] The male lead is a walking injury magnet: he gets hurt in every way imaginable, as a matter of course. If that's not for you, don't read.

The System has a strong presence.

Ridiculous redemption story: the beloved junior sister saves all the wrongly doomed cannon fodder + sweet yet angsty (the male lead suffers) + 1v1 + multiple twists + groveling to win back his wife

Jiang Ran transmigrated. Winning over handsome men would raise her cultivation level.

Jiang Ran: Win someone over? No way. What decent person doesn't cultivate on their own?

Then her junior brother frowned.

Affection: -1

Her cultivation fell from Foundation Establishment to Qi Refining.

After three months of hard work, Jiang Ran said: “Fine, fine, fine.

You made my cultivation drop, did you?”

She kicked him straight into a ditch.

“Your senior sister's going to show you some love.”

My name is Mu Chen. I'm the junior brother of the lovesick fool above, and I'm a transmigrator too. How come everyone else transmigrates into some flashy, invincible hero, while I end up in such a miserable state?

Whatever. I don't want to go into it.

What? Winning over that lovesick fool can make any wish come true?

Mu Chen's life was full of hardship and betrayal, until Jiang Ran came along.

The person trapped at the edge of the cliff finally received help.

But her kindness was only a lie to help her get home.

“A Chen, I'll take you home.”

Still acting?

“You're really good at pretending. I almost... believed you.”

“Too bad, Senior Sister. I've never had a home...”

He crushed the New Year's gift she had given him.

He never needed saving, and he didn't care!

He tried to restrain his love for her.

But he never expected that doing so would make him lose her.

All his memories of her faded away, leaving him alone once more.

Later...

Love spread, and longing grew wild.

He fell into darkness again, waiting and searching year after year, longing to meet her once more.