The King of Hell Who Took Me by Force Is Actually a Hopeless Romantic

I woke up to find I had become Zhu Xi, the saintly heroine of an old-school angst novel. Her family was wiped out, she was sold to a brothel and disfigured, and in the end she died saving the male lead.

From the start, the Eastern Depot showed up to confiscate our family’s property. The villainous eunuch grinned like a boiling kettle and demanded that my father hand me over.

According to the plot, my father would rather die than submit, my whole family would be beheaded, and I would be given to the male lead as a “gift,” beginning a long road of suffering.

Me: “Hold on, Eunuch. In my Zhu family, I’ve got an eighty-year-old mother above me and a three-year-old child below me (not really), and in the middle, there’s lovely little me. We’ve got no money, but as for our lives… how about you name your price?”

The whole room fell silent.

The cold, aloof general who had been ordered to investigate the case, and who was also my fiancé, Murong Luo, furrowed his brow into a knot.

I knew that he seemed cold, but was secretly paving the way for me, only to end up with graying hair and a lonely old age.

This time, to hell with tragic romance! I was going to defy fate with my fictional husband!

But… why did this general’s ears turn red every time I made a snarky comment in my head?

“Oh my god, those abs, that waist. Too bad he’s such an innocent romantic.”

Murong Luo, his body stiffening, the tips of his ears turning scarlet: “…Miss Zhu, please mind yourself.”