I transmigrated into a domineering CEO novel as the short-lived cannon-fodder wife. The moment I opened my eyes, the male lead, Lu Shiyan, had me pinned to a divorce agreement, while I held a sobbing little girl in my arms: our daughter, Gu Nian'an.
The original heroine died young, and her daughter met a tragic end. I was determined to defy fate and change their story.
I protected my child, served up face-slapping, tore down the male lead's first love, and managed to make the cold-hearted man utterly devoted to me.
In Volume One, I turned my cannon-fodder script around and became the only darling of his heart. A peaceful life for the three of us finally seemed within reach.
But I'd forgotten that some fates come with their endings written from the start.
At two in the morning, Nian Nian's fever suddenly spiked to 42.5°C. A golden Vermilion Bird mark burned into her tiny palm, and the glass on the bedside table shattered all at once as she cried.
The glaring red numbers on the monitor told me there was a 97% risk of her energy spiraling out of control.
And the man beside me, who could plan ten steps ahead, had known all along that our daughter's bloodline was a ticking time bomb. He'd kept it from me for an entire year.
Remnants of old enemies lurked in the shadows, collateral branches of the family watched us with greedy eyes, and even my own origins hid a world-shaking secret about the “Vermilion Bird bloodline.”
This time, I would no longer be a creeping vine hiding behind him.
I would protect my child and bring every conspiracy crashing down. No matter if the road ahead led through mountains of blades or seas of fire, I would never back down.
“Su Wanli, you're my wife, Nian Nian's mother, and the only weakness and armor I'll ever have in this life.”
“Then we'll face it together, until we've trampled all the darkness beneath our feet.”
