I, Su Wan, transmigrated into a novel about a woman with a string of admirers, and to stay alive, I had to say the opposite of what I meant. I looked at the first male lead. “Get lost. I can’t stand you.” He eagerly pulled me into his arms. I pointed at the 999 roses the second male lead had sent. “Tasteless.” He was moved to tears. Then one day, the powerful disabled tycoon cornered me against a wall, and I blurted out, “Even if you could stand up, I wouldn’t give you a second glance.” The next day, he tossed aside his wheelchair and held me captive in his arms, his voice hoarse. “Too late.”
