I transmigrated into a book as an evil supporting female character who wouldn’t survive twenty episodes. The System urged me to get myself killed by following the plot, pouring wine on people and framing the original heroine.
I downed the wine instead: This grape juice must be expensive. Don’t waste it.
The System fell apart, the plot went off the rails, and I made a fortune through business.
Who knew that the sickly villain, who was supposed to be written out after thirty chapters, would actually beg me to keep trying to get myself killed?
“Miss Su, when are you coming to steal my tiger tally? I’m waiting for you.”
Me: ??? Your Highness, you’ve got the wrong script.
