I, Bai Yimeng, have been a stubborn holdout in the underworld for 60 years.
I’m so broke my burial robe is fraying at the seams when the System comes knocking: “A ten-life cannon-fodder, a golden test subject. Sign the contract and you can come back to life.”
If I can lie down, I won’t stand. If I can get paid extra, I won’t work for free. That’s my creed after transmigrating.
The vegetative husband in a CEO romance wakes up and says, “Extra pay? I’m all yours.”
The aloof senior brother in a cultivation novel corners me in his cave: “You said this was just a mission?”
The tortured romance’s male lead puts a knife to his own throat: “Choose me, or the mission?”
Me: …System, get out here. That’s not how we agreed to the contract.
System: [Host, a system bug has been detected. The main mission has deviated. Emergency side mission commencing, ]
Me: Y-you… You win.
But I want extra pay.
It's good-looking, the plot doesn't drag on, and it's satisfying.