[Transmigrate into a book + Strong female lead + A battlefield of competing suitors + Wealthy family + Defy fate + No rivalry between women]
She wakes up as the wicked female supporting character destined to be thrown into the sea by the male lead. The rules of the world close in on her at every turn, trying to nail her to the gallows of the plot.
She tears up the script and makes herself a chess piece, planning every move with care, until she turns the male lead into a blade in her hand.
As the iceberg kneels before her, the wildfire begs her for warmth, and the player willingly becomes a pawn,
there can be only one winner in this game defying fate: her.
[Scene snapshots]
In the lounge, Pei Qianzhi kneels on one knee and takes her ankle. Gently, he helps her put on her high heels, then bends down and kisses Yu Qing's calf. He looks up, tiny sparks flickering in his eyes. "What do I have to do to... please you?" Yu Qing traces a finger along his cheek and answers softly, "Pei Qianzhi, I like men who do as they're told. Are you one of them?"
In the garden, Xie Lin holds her close, his forehead against the hollow of her shoulder. His hot breath brushes her neck, and something warm and damp soaks into her clothes. His voice is hoarse. "Qingqing... don't leave me." The proud man who once mastered wild horses now has nothing left but his trembling arms locked around her.
In the shadows of the banquet terrace, Shen Yan takes her hand. His fingertips tremble, as if he's afraid she'll leave but also afraid of hurting her. His voice carries a note of pleading. "You can use me: my connections, my power, even my leverage. Just please... don't push me away." The carefully woven net has ended up trapping its maker.
