Mom Switched Our Fates and Made Me Marry the Capital's Heir in Her Place. I Clapped in Approval

Mom said I was born with a bewitching body, capable of making men unable to resist me. She warned me never to sleep with a man before I turned twenty. In my previous life, I obeyed her. So when the young heir of a powerful Beijing family, drugged with an aphrodisiac, pulled me into his arms, I shoved him away. But after my twentieth birthday, all the skincare I did started benefiting my mother instead. I put on a face mask, but my face filled with wrinkles and age spots, while hers grew smoother and more radiant. I practiced girl-group dances, but my figure grew fatter and more bloated, while she gradually slimmed down and looked like a young girl. When my father saw me looking forty, he cursed me as a worthless burden and threatened to sell me to an old bachelor on his second marriage. I begged my mother to save me through my tears. With the face of a twenty-year-old, she only said she was doing it all for my own good. With no other choice, I ran away from home and wandered the streets. But the farther I got from home, the faster I aged. Three days after leaving home, I died of heart failure in a garbage dump. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I first met the young heir of that powerful Beijing family. This time, I didn’t push his hand away. Instead, I pounced on him and pinned him to the bed.