Reincarnated as the heroine of an angst novel, I was told by the System to endure humiliation and hardship, first at the male lead’s hands, then at the white moonlight’s.
I promptly kicked the simpering white moonlight into the fish tank, then turned to the domineering CEO with a sweet smile. “Big brother, doesn’t she look like your mop has turned into a spirit?”
I thought bankruptcy, exile, and a groveling pursuit awaited me.
Instead, the CEO stared at the script I’d burned, his eyes shining with excitement. “You’re much more interesting than the plot.”
From then on, I went crazy, and he tore the house apart.
I ripped into the white lotus, and he dug up his own swimming pool overnight to cheer me on.
The white moonlight called the police, claiming a “water ghost” was haunting her. The whole internet exploded, and the System crashed inside my head…
Meanwhile, I just lazily turned over in the arms of the lunatic male lead and fed him a grape.
“Don’t just sit there. What should we play next?”
[Unconventional, unhinged heroine × absurdist CEO hero]
[She tears up the angst-novel script and wrecks the CEO’s image. She starts the fires, and he pours fuel on them.]
[Two lunatics in a perfect mutual romance, driving every supposedly normal but actually abnormal person in the world insane.]
