On the first day after transmigrating into a book as a villainous fake heiress hated by the entire internet, the System in my head went berserk.
[Ding! The real heiress, Song Shiyu, has landed a luxury brand endorsement. Host, seize it immediately and humiliate her! Failure to complete the task will result in electric shocks!]
Me: “…”
This System was definitely messed up, and its taste was awful.
During the several hundred years I spent as a quick transmigration task-taker, I wouldn’t even accept this kind of low-level palace-intrigue plot.
So I immediately called the brand representative. “Mr. Wang, I think Miss Song Shiyu is better suited to this endorsement than I am. She has a pure image and is popular with the public. I wholeheartedly recommend her.”
The brand was stunned, Song Shiyu was stunned, and the entire internet exploded.
Lying on the sofa with a face mask on, I drawled, “If you want me to work for you, bring me something high-class. Otherwise, shut up and stop interrupting my slacking.”
Later, Shen Yan, the entertainment mogul rumored to have no interest in women, cornered me backstage at an award ceremony, his gaze intense. “Miss Su, I…”
