[Older man pursues his wife + devoted to each other + one-on-one romance + push and pull + irresistible physical attraction]
Lustful, greedy, spoiled darling girl X top-tier gloomy, hopeless romantic tycoon willing to marry into her family
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Wen Shao transmigrates into a book as the wicked female supporting character who traps the male lead with a fake pregnancy and forces him into a relationship.
When her fake pregnancy is exposed, the original character is sent to prison by the male lead, where she meets a miserable end.
No misery here.
Although she died young from illness in her previous life, Wen Shao doesn't consider herself unfortunate.
She came from a wealthy family and was the cherished darling of her parents and older brother.
Now she's dead, and she's been given this nearly perfect new body.
She's so excited she flaps around like a moth, running ten laps around the neighborhood!
“Jiang Chenyen, we can break up, but I'm taking ten million, a detached villa of at least 500 square meters, and two luxury cars of my choice from your underground garage! Also, you have to agree to one more thing!”
In her previous life, Wen Shao fell ill at sixteen and went seven whole years without dating, let alone experiencing anything.
Since he's the male lead, his looks and physique are the best she's ever seen.
In that case... hehehe...
Jiang Chenyen's eyes are pitch-black, his feelings impossible to read. “What is it?”
“Break-up sex!”
The next morning, when he wakes, Wen Shao has left a hundred thousand yuan by the bed, and she's long since disappeared.
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Wen Shao's only regret is that she'll never see her family again.
Then her older brother unexpectedly appears. Her excitement nearly makes her head explode, and she rushes over with an awkward, lopsided gait to hug him. “Big Brother! I've missed you so much!”
Wen Yu: “Miss, you've got the wrong person...”
Before he can finish, he sees Wen Shao's adorable face, and the brother who had been unable to recover after his little sister's death smiles affectionately.
Behind the curtains, Jiang Chenyen's expression turns dark and twisted: That's my wife! My wife!
