I transmigrated into a story about a real heiress and a fake one, as the villainous fake heiress.
According to the plot, once the real heiress returned, I'd be kicked out and die miserably on the street.
To save my own life, I took the initiative and seduced the story's biggest villain, Shen Yuxiu, a business tycoon twenty years older than me.
"Mr. Shen, marry me, and I'll help you crush your rivals."
He stubbed out his cigar, his eyes full of amusement. "Little girl, you've got quite an appetite."
On our wedding night, he gripped my chin and warned me, "Don't fall for me. You're just a pawn."
I smiled sweetly. "Of course. We each get what we want." Until one day, I took a fatal blow for him. In the hospital room, his hand trembled as he caressed my pale face.
"Why?"
I smiled weakly. "Shen Yuxiu, I'm tired of playing your game..."
Later, rumors spread through the business world that the head of the Shen Group had stood in the pouring rain for three days and nights, trying to win back his beloved wife.
At a press conference, he choked up in front of the cameras. "She can have every share in the company. She can have my life, too."
"I just want my girl... to come home."
It feels a bit chaotic.