I transmigrated into an angsty romance as the female lead's rival, and I'm on the operating table having a kidney removed.
“Big sister,” Lin Weiwei says, her face pale as she waits for me to save her. My fiancé, Gu Beichen, gives me a cold look. “Stop stalling. You owe her your life.”
Then the [Fate Livestream System] binds itself to me, broadcasting my suffering in real time.
The comments go wild:
[Stop! Her kidney disease is fake! Someone altered the medical report!]
[Weiwei is reborn, and she's stealing your luck!]
[Look at your disabled husband behind you! Those are global stock indexes on his computer. He's just pretending!]
I lower the scalpel, watch the livestream tips skyrocket, then turn to the doctor with a smile. “Whoever wants to donate this kidney can do it themselves.”
From then on, I livestream my fight to change fate.
Lin Weiwei fakes a fainting spell to frame me? I point the camera right at her and redeem [Medical Truth] to expose her on the spot.
Gu Beichen tries to blacklist me? I use my viewers' tips to start a brand, then turn around and buy up shares in his company.
The whole internet goes from despising me to crying for me. They camp out in my livestream day and night, teaching me how to slap them in the face and urging me to turn my life around.
Then I'm surrounded by the most powerful family in the country, and my husband, Fu Chenzhou, slowly rises from his wheelchair, single-handedly bringing everyone to heel.
Late one night, a private message arrives in my livestream inbox from the top tycoon who has sent me billions upon billions in tips but never said a word:
“Had enough fun, Mrs. Fu?”
“Now it's my turn to close the net.”
