Cultivation Ruined My Thesis

I died from overwork while checking my thesis for plagiarism, then transmigrated into a cultivation novel as the vicious female supporting character.

From the start, I had been dealt a terrible hand: my husband was a cold, handsome man I'd forced into marriage, and his favorability toward me was minus 120,000; my older brother believed that "a man only learns his lesson after a beating" and whipped my husband every day to keep him in line; and a divine-beast parrot reported my conquest progress in my ear every day:

"Ding! Today's favorability: -119,999! Congratulations!"

Congratulations my foot!

To stay alive, I fed pills to my half-dead husband while my brother shoved a book called The Art of Yin Nourishment Through Yang Plunder into my hands and told me to "go back to your room and study hard"...

I've never wanted to die as badly as I did when checking my thesis for plagiarism.