Shen Xingluo had spent three years after transmigrating into a book avoiding the male lead.
There was no other reason: the male lead was a narrow-minded idiot… no, an empty-headed idiot.
Unfortunately, heaven had other plans, and she ran straight into the man she hated around the corner.
Jian Fan: “You just complimented me. You must like me.”
“I like your grandpa…”
“Wow, you really are popular with everyone, young and old!”
Then, for no apparent reason, Shen Xingluo was shoved into a bridal sedan by the total scumbag. The result was predictable: her red veil turned green, so green it practically glowed.
The noble young ladies of the capital mocked her, saying a playboy would never change his ways.
At that moment, Jian Fan, full and satisfied, was carried away with joy. Beaming, he told his good buddy, “A friend’s wife is fair game too.”
Luo Xingchen merely smiled faintly. He was already used to Jian Fan’s behavior.
One day, some time later, Jian Fan returned home, only to see his good buddy pinning his wife against the wall and passionately kissing her.
Jian Fan let out a shrill scream. “What are you doing?!”
“Have you forgotten, Fan? A friend’s wife is fair game too.”
