After I Heard Their Complaints, My Whole Family Joined Me in the Act

I transmigrated into a fake heiress in an old-school melodramatic novel.

According to the plot, I would steal the real heiress’s bracelet, frame her for pushing me down the stairs, and end up cast out by the family and dying miserably on the street.

I sweetly and demurely hand my younger sister a cup of tea while screaming inwardly:

“That bracelet is a blood-activated pocket-space artifact! My sister will become a legendary doctor with it!”

“When I fall down the stairs, I have to get the angle right. I can’t let my chest pads fall out for real!”

And then my whole family can hear my thoughts.

My adoptive mother quietly slips the bracelet back into the real heiress’s bag.

My adoptive brother secretly removes the stair railing.

My fiancé silently covers the bottom of the stairs with foam mats.

Until I deliberately trip in front of the capital’s most devout Buddhist bachelor...

The man rumored to want nothing to do with women suddenly grabs me by the back of my collar.

“Quit faking it. Your thoughts are so loud they’re hurting my eyes.”