The Fake Heiress Plays Sweet, and the Cool White Moonlight Falls into Her Arms

My name is Su Ruan, and I transmigrated into the fake heiress who had usurped the real heiress's place.

According to the original plot, once the real heiress returned, I'd be kicked out of the house and meet a horrible end on the street.

But to stay alive, I decided to mend my ways and become the real heiress's number-one worshipper.

I'd cool her water before she drank it and hold an umbrella over her when she walked. I even delivered my own fiancé to her on a silver platter!

She looked at me more and more tenderly, and the dresses she bought me grew more and more expensive. I think I've latched onto a powerful ally!

Just as I thought I'd maxed out her affection and happily handed over a severance agreement, ready to leave with nothing,

the usually cool and elegant real heiress tore the agreement to pieces right in front of me and pinned me to the sofa.

“Where do you think you're going? You don't even want your fiancé anymore. Does that mean you don't want me either?”

“N-no, I just wanted to give you back the place that was yours...”

Her long, slender fingers gently caressed the back of my neck. Her expression unreadable, she said, “My place? Isn't my place in your arms?”

Waaah! Can someone tell me why the cool, elegant real heiress is secretly so wicked?!