One day, I transmigrated into a book and became the legal wife in a melodramatic novel. After six months of marriage, I was still a virgin, my husband kept a mistress, he gave me five million a month in pocket money, and I was saddled with managing a company as a so-called “poor thing.”
Who gets it? This is the life I’ve always dreamed of! I could wake up laughing even in my sleep!
As someone who transmigrated into a book, I know the plot inside out: at forty, the heroine will die of a malignant tumor, and the devoted hero will leap into the sea with her in his arms. The legal wife will never win the hero’s love and will spend her life alone with a fortune worth hundreds of billions.
Alone for life? That’s exactly what I want!
What’s love, anyway? What man can compare to making money?
Once the hero and heroine are dead, all his assets will be mine. A man like him? I could buy a dozen with my money!
Read it in one sitting