I Transmigrated Into a Book as a Link in the Leads’ Love Story

I crush fruit in my hand while coughing up blood, and slap the black-kiln foreman without blinking. I'm Yun Jin, a top lawyer who transmigrated into a book, and a reaper who clawed her way back from the hell of a black kiln!

In my previous life, my own parents sold me like livestock. In this life, I transmigrate into a CEO romance novel, coughing blood from failing lungs with little time left to live. Yet Chen Tingze, the owner of the black kiln, dares to come looking for me. “Settle the workers' murder case for me, and we'll call it repayment for saving your life.”

I laugh until I can barely breathe, spattering blood on his prayer beads. “Repay you? What a coincidence. The bastard who sold me into a black kiln when I was ten is a senior executive at your company!”

I swat the messenger CEO like a mosquito, plant my foot on a sleazebag's eyeball, then turn around and slap the workers' death certificates down in court

“Chen Tingze, you roll your prayer beads and play the Bodhisattva? Today, I'll show you what it means to pay for blood with blood!”

I leap from a high-rise and shout into the wind, “May all the poor scholars beneath heaven find joy.” No one sees that:

My younger brother, Yun Wei, is hacking into your million-level surveillance system, with “10 minutes remaining” flashing on the screen.

My younger sister, Yun Nan, is holding explosives disguised as Chinese medicine. “Voice-activated. It only responds to your dog voice.”

“Big Sister, we'll blow this den of capitalists wide open for you!”

When I open my eyes again, I'm “Goudan,” a child from Muyuan Village.

Grandma hides the lotus-shaped birthmark glowing in my palm and says, “It's a blessing for a precious child.” My sister takes me by the hand to play shuttlecock, calling me “sweet little Goudan.” The wind carries the scent of sugar cakes, and there's no more stench of blood from the black kiln.

The scar at my side still hurts, but when I turn around, I'm met by my family's tenderness

It turns out the lotus birthmark is the fate binding together two lifetimes: in the last, it was a blade that took lives; in this one, it's a shield that protects my family.

I came carrying the hatred of two lifetimes, but ended up with my hands full of sweets.

Family love + unhinged characters + no romance + three lifetimes of love.