Su Da is the last nine-tailed fox heir of Qingqiu, burdened with the “heavy responsibility” of reviving her clan. In truth, she mainly owes her ancestors a mountain of cultivation debt. She resolutely throws herself into the quick transmigration business, taking on only the toughest jobs: helping talented supporting female characters turn their lives around.
World One: [The Down-and-Out Heiress and the Icy CEO] She gives hands-on lessons: “Your fingertips should play the piano as tenderly as if caressing your lover's lips. Your gaze should be like a hook.” The CEO's eyes grow steadily more intense.
World Two: [The Top-Tier Star and the Internet's Most Hated Actress] She offers personal guidance: “Let your tears fall at just the right moment. When you look at him, make it seem as if you're seeing a past-life romance left unfinished through him.” The actor's heart suddenly skips out of rhythm.
World Three: [The Bookish Deskmate and the Coldhearted Top Student] She reluctantly reaches over to straighten his collar, revealing a delicate collarbone. “Silly boy, a hint of skin is the most alluring. You need to study, but you need to learn about love even more!” The top student's ears turn bright red, and his notes scatter across the floor.
With outstanding skills and a 100% approval rating, Su Da earns cultivation points hand over fist. Still, she can't help feeling that the male leads' gazes are becoming increasingly familiar. Why do they all have the exact same awkward mannerisms?
Then one day, just after helping a supporting female character in one small world win over the male lead, the heavens suddenly change color! Scenes from every small world she has visited appear all at once, and the male leads' figures overlap, one layer after another
High above the Ninth Heaven, the immensely esteemed Crown Prince crushes a Fate Mirror and blocks her way at the South Heaven Gate, grinding out through clenched teeth: “Fox! Was it fun flirting with all three thousand of this prince's incarnations? Hmm?”
Su Da is stunned for a moment, then produces a thick stack of bills and answers with righteous indignation: “Your Highness, enough talk! You still owe me nine thousand eight”
