I woke up to find I’d transmigrated into a book. I thought I’d been handed the role of the tragic heroine’s older sister, and planned to tear apart the scumbag and the shameless woman before settling down to lie flat. Who knew the System would tell me I wasn’t the only one in this world, and that it had multiple overlapping bugs?
I didn’t hear the rest. Why listen when I didn’t want to know what it had to do with me?
If it has nothing to do with me, why bother listening? I’d be better off raising my adorable little sister instead.
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Later
Clear-headed Mother: My darling, what’s mine is yours.
Father Tang: Take the dividends, and have your brother work for you.
Tang Lingyun: ? Hah, so this is what you’re like as parents.
Little sister: Big sister is mine.
Someone else said: Everything I have belongs to my wife. I’ll work for you for free.
Me: ? (Why does this feel so strange?)
[An overprotective, powerful big sister + a scheming, doting husband]
(This is a fictional setting, written in a novice style. Read without overthinking.)
