[Forbidden love + transmigrate into a book + villainess + mistaken identity]
At thirty-five, Zhao Huaiyan died of cancer. Before she passed, she took the wedding ring from Qin Yao’s ring finger and said, “Yaoyao, forget me.”
Qin Yao couldn’t do it. She swallowed a bottle of pills and took her own life, following her in death.
When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an identical world, except Beijing was now Jingbei, Shanghai was now Haishi, and Hong Kong was now Gangcheng.
Zhao Huaiyan, who had died, was back, twenty-three years old and in the prime of her youth.
And the woman Zhao Huaiyan was about to marry had become someone else.
She remembered that Zhao Huaili had a classmate who wrote novels and had once met her. That classmate later wrote a novel based entirely on them. In the book, Jingbei’s most powerful heiress, Zhao Huaiyan, married the heroine Lan Yu first and fell in love with her later. The Zhao Huaili brothers fought over each other, while Qin Yao was the villainess, and a very stereotypical one at that.
After reading the novel, Qin Yao had rolled her eyes.
Qin Yao suspected she hadn’t transmigrated into a book at all. Maybe she hadn’t really died, and everything was just a hallucination in her head. To make sure she died for good, she climbed onto the guardrail of an overpass.
Just as she was about to jump, a pair of arms reached around her from behind and pulled her back.
It was Zhao Huaiyan.
Her youthful face was right before Qin Yao’s, her brows and eyes full of alarm. “Yaoyao, what are you doing?!”
Then she added, “If you kill yourself, does your mom know?!”
Qin Yao closed her eyes. She might as well just die.
Zhao Huaiyan took her in, officially to look after her younger sister, though her gaze grew more and more unsettling.
On the eve of the wedding, she pushed open Qin Yao’s door, gripped her by the waist, and rasped, “Who are you, really…”