Shen Qinghe transmigrated into a book. She became the most miserable, meek heroine in a wealthy-family romance: gentle, long-suffering, unable to speak up, and with so little self-worth she practically grovels in the dirt. The original heroine agreed to a three-year marriage contract to repay the male lead for paying for her younger brother’s medical treatment and supporting her family. She worked tirelessly and took every insult without complaint. She endured her in-laws’ mistreatment in silence and said nothing when high society mocked her as a nobody who had married up. In the end, at a family gathering, a rich young woman who admired the male lead shoved her into the swimming pool, and she died.
Shen Qinghe, meanwhile, was a wretched intern in 2026, earning just 2,400 yuan a month at a five-star hotel. She had just picked swimming lessons as her employee benefit and learned to swim.
So when she opened her eyes and realized she had transmigrated into a book, her first thought wasn’t that she felt wronged or scared. It was: No more being a doormat. No more feeling indebted. It’s only a marriage contract, not a deed of ownership.
