Lin Che transmigrated into a book.
He became a cannon-fodder simp who worked as a private nutritionist for a sickly, obsessive heiress in a modern urban power fantasy.
The original owner of his body earned fifty thousand a month, was expected to show up at a moment's notice at three in the morning, smiled through every insult, and came back to comfort her even after being thrown out. In the end, he angered the original male lead by competing for her affections, got his leg broken, and was kicked out for good.
Knowing how the story ended, Lin Che made his decision on the spot:
Finish the contract, take the money, and run!
Shen Zhiyuan refuses to eat?
"I've given my advice. If you get hungry, don't come crying to me."
The heiress throws money at him to buy him out?
"Sorry, I take regular clients."
But little by little, Lin Che realized something was wrong.
The obsessive heiress who used to be too lazy even to look at him started eating without being asked, checking in with him, and showing up at his place in the middle of the night to knock on the door.
After he quit, she even bought the house next door.
Shen Zhiyuan said, "You can quit."
Lin Che breathed a sigh of relief.
She smiled faintly.
"But you can't stop taking care of me."
And only when the second and third women came looking for Lin Che did he realize:
The original plot seemed to have completely gone off the rails.
