I, Lin Wei, transmigrated into the heroine of a melodramatic CEO romance while she was staging a hunger strike.
Looking at the crystal chandelier above me and the million-yuan mattress beneath me, I had an epiphany.
A hunger strike? In my last life, I was an overworked office drone. Steamed buns and pickled vegetables were the norm. Now I have food, a place to sleep, and a roof over my head. This isn't imprisonment, it's the life of a goddess!
The short-tempered CEO imprisons me, hoping I'll cry and throw a fit, hoping I'll go mad for him.
But all I want to do is eat, play games, and plant cherry tomatoes all over his garden.
He takes away my iPad, so I knit. He cuts off my internet, so I make a voodoo doll of him.
He finally loses patience and kisses me forcefully late at night. I wipe my mouth. "If you're going to do it, hurry up. I'm hungry. Don't keep me from my midnight snack."
Later, he pins me against the wall, eyes red. "Lin Wei, what do you want from me?"
I blink and hand him a list. "Here. Start by buying this week's snacks and game skins."
