Does Anyone Know a Story Where the Female Lead Transmigrates into Someone Who Treated the People Around Her Badly? 啊啊啊有没有女主穿越了身体原生对自己身边人不好

3 穿 Reborn as a Marquis's Daughter, Still Beating Up the Fake Heiress 穿成侯府千金，今天也暴打假千金 Jiang Qiuqiu姜秋秋Ancient Romance579k WordsCompleted 11.5kReads8.6Score940Shelves

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The heroine travels back in time, her soul travels, and her original body died of frustration in her previous life. As soon as the heroine comes through, she fights one by one at the beginning. No nonsense, if you are unhappy, just hold it in for me. After all, you have the secret of the scumbag father, so you don't have to worry about the scumbag father's physical pain [laughter] The hostess is in the late stage of love brain, so she is a brainless mistress. No wonder she is tricked by the scumbag father and his wife! I have read more than 30 chapters so far, and I haven't skipped a chapter, because almost every chapter is full of the feeling of "you can do it but don't talk". Highly recommended! ! !

4 报 Report: The Noble Consort Eloped with the Empress, Guidebook in Hand 报告，贵妃带着攻略和皇后私奔了 The Fish’s Search知鱼之寻479k WordsCompleted 9.6kReads9.5Score1.5kShelves

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Deep in the palace in the middle of winter, white snow covers the red walls, but it cannot cover up the unique warm and sweet fragrance in Fengqi Palace. Everyone knows that the harem is a place of Shura, but the couple, Queen Xie and Concubine Jiang, live their lives like a jar of honey. "Sister~" Her delicate voice can penetrate the bones of a human being. Concubine Jiang, with her charming face, rolled into the queen's arms wrapped in a fleece blanket, her bun slightly messed up, "It's so cold outside, I need my sister to warm her hands~" Empress Xie, who had just been reviewing palace affairs and calming down the cold, instantly turned her eyebrows into beauty. How could she still be a bit majestic? Her jade fingers closed around the restless catkin, and she said helplessly and indulgently: "How old are you, but you are still so cute?" The words were reproachful, but the smile in his eyes could not be hidden, and he fed the warm sweet soup on the table to her lips. Concubine Jiang took a sip from her hand, her almond-shaped eyes as curved as crescent moons, and she said, "My hands are warm, but my heart is still cold... Sister, could you hold me tighter?" The last note was long and drawn out, like a little hook dipped in honey. Empress Xie's heart trembled, her cold and self-possessed spirit had long been diverted by this delicate figure. She wrapped her arms around her, tightly wrapping her into her phoenix robe, resting her chin on the top of her fragrant hair, and sighed: "You... Are really the little enemy of my life." No matter how cruel she was outside, she was a decisive and murderous general, and at this moment, she only wanted to be her sole heater. What kind of power struggle, what kind of palace haze? In the small space where they embraced each other, there was only the warm breath of each other and the inextricably sweet attachment. Watching the two stunning beauties pampering and teasing each other, this ancient-style two heroines are pure sugar, sweet to the core! Get into the pit quickly and keep it sweet.

5 小 My Junior Sister Is Overpowered, Yet Ridiculously Goofy 小师妹明明超强却过分沙雕 The Princess Isn't Going Home公主不回家Ancient Romance1.9M WordsCompleted 249.5kReads9.6Score26.5kShelves

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[Tweet] "The little junior sister is super strong but too much of a fool" - an ancient style sweet pet, laughing at cultivation. Ye Qiao, who was dressed as a little transparent in the cultivation world, was made angry by the "idiot" operation of the big sect at the beginning! Master Yunhen picked her up and brought her back to the Yue Qing Sect, originally thinking that she could live a stable life, but unexpectedly, a mortal little white lotus suddenly appeared on the way and snatched away her love. Poor talent? It doesn't matter, we have the wisdom of modern workers! Can't figure out the talisman formation? Then use sand sculpture manipulation to overturn the world of cultivation! "Junior sister bombed the alchemy room again today?" "No, she braided the master's beard." And the cold and dignified sword cultivator, the senior swordsman, reprimanded her for "nonsense", but turned around and cleaned up the mess for her. Until one day, Ye Qiao drunkenly threw herself into his arms and said, "Senior brother, you smell so good~" The always calm senior brother's ears turned red and he grabbed her wrist: "If you make trouble again, you will be forced to follow me for the rest of your life." [Genius heroine x Disrespectful senior brother] When a super young junior sister meets a doting boss, let's see how they laugh and make fun of each other, which will amaze everyone!

6 重 Reborn, the Little Ancestor Is So Sweet 重生后，小祖宗甜腻了 Little Yu小玉啊Modern Romance1.9M WordsCompleted 611Reads8.8Score282Shelves

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Mu Li's cold eyes stared at Mu Qing, who could only yell and was in pain, and suddenly took two steps forward and squatted in front of her. Warm blood with a strong rusty smell was gurgling out from the wounds on Mu Qing's shoulders and legs, quickly spreading a dazzling red color on the cold white tiles. Mu Qing's screams had changed their tone, mixed with desperate sobs and the sound of teeth chattering, and her body was spasming violently due to severe pain and blood loss. "It hurts, doesn't it?" Mu Li's voice was as if it had been tempered by ice, so calm that there was no trace of ripples, which was in strange contrast to the muzzle of the gun still smoking in her hand. She even stretched out her fingers wearing black tactical gloves, lightly dipped a little blood from Mu Qing's shoulder, and twisted it on her fingertips. "You... You're crazy... Lunatic! Help! Help!" Mu Qing burst into tears, fear completely overwhelming her. She used her still mobile hand to pull at the smooth tiles in vain, trying to shrink back, but it only caused the wound to rub against the ground, causing more screams of pain. Mu Li's eyes glanced at the cell phone on the ground with a broken screen but still showing the call in progress. She leaned over, picked it up, brought it close to her lips, and spoke into the phone with a clear and cold voice: "Song Zheming, and Mu Zhenhua, do you hear clearly? This is the voice of your precious daughter and sister." The other end of the phone was deathly silent, with only the sound of extremely suppressed heavy breathing coming, as if she could imagine the twisted and livid face of the other party. The corner of Mu Li's mouth curled up with a cruel arc: "This is just the beginning. Four shots are not enough to repay the debt you owe. What she did to me and my mother back then, I will do the same, double the repayment. Now, just appreciate her pain." After she finished speaking, without giving the other party any chance to respond, she used her fingers hard and hit the phone screen with the hard butt of the pistol! "Crack!" After the crisp sound, the phone was completely scrapped, the screen shattered into a spider web, and the call was instantly interrupted. In the end, the only things that reached the other party's ears were Mu Qing's heart-rending screams and this cold cracking sound. Mu Li threw the scrapped mobile phone into a pool of blood, splashing a few drops of dark red blood. She squatted down again, and this time the cold muzzle of the gun was not aimed at the wound. Instead, slowly and with a creeping pressure, she lifted Mu Qing's chin, forcing the face that was pale and twisted from blood loss and fear to face her. Now, it's our turn to have a good chat, my 'dear' sister. "Mu Li's voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, "Tell me, five years ago, what was added to the milk you gave her to drink that night when my mother 'accidentally' fell from the building? " Mu Qing's pupils shrank suddenly, and her whole body trembled even more violently. Her lips were trembling, but she couldn't utter a single word, only a horrified whimper. "Don't tell me? "Mu Li's eyes were sharp, and the muzzle of the gun was sharply downwards, pressing hard against a good spot on the inner side of Mu Qing's thigh, where nerves are dense and pain is sensitive. "Or do you want to taste the fifth bullet? This time, I promise to make you more 'comfortable'. "The cold metal touch and the unabashed murderous intention made Mu Qing's soul fly away, and she screamed: "No! Don't want! I say! I say! It's... It's cyanide! Dad... Dad gave it to me! He... He said it was the fastest... The least painful! My dad forced me to do this! It was all dad's idea! Song Zheming... Song Zheming also knows! They want to get your mother's shares! They... They still want to..." When Mu Li heard the word "cyanide", her eyes instantly condensed into thousands of years of ice. Although she had already suspected it, but she heard it with her own ears and confirmed it from Mu Qing's mouth, the world-destroying hatred and grief still erupted and burned in her chest like a volcano. The fingers holding the gun turned white from the force. "What else are you thinking about? "Mu Li's voice was horribly low, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of hell. Mu Qing was so frightened by her eyes that she almost lost control, crying incoherently: "I still... I want to send you to a mental hospital! Locked up forever! This way... This way no one from the Mu family and the Song family can threaten them! You... The things in your hands... They are afraid of the things in your hands! Ah--! ! " Before Mu Qing finished speaking, the butt of the gun in Mu Li's hand hit her hard on the mouth! "Pfft! " Blood mixed with the broken teeth spurted out. Mu Qing let out an indistinct howl, and collapsed completely, leaving only weak, painful moans. Mu Li stood up and looked down at Mu Qing, who was like a rag doll on the ground. There was no mercy in her eyes, only a dead coldness and the flames of revenge. "Huh, mental hospital? Lock up? "She laughed lowly, and the laughter echoed in the empty bathroom, with endless ridicule and madness, "What a coincidence, you are really driving me crazy now. " She raised her foot, stepped on Mu Qing's bullet-pierced wound, and slowly ground it hard. "Ahhhhhh--!" ! ! "Mu Qing burst out with a scream that was not like a human voice. His body bounced violently, but he couldn't break free. "Can't you bear this little pain? "Mu Li looked down at her face that was twisted in severe pain, and her voice was like a demon whispering, "Think about my mother, think about how desperate she was at that time? Think about the pain every cell in her body was screaming to dissolve? Mu Qing, where are you now? " She bent down, leaned close to Mu Qing's ear, and in a voice that only the two of them could hear, she coldly declared: "Don't worry, I won't let you die so quickly. Your brother Song and your dear father will be with you soon. Until then, enjoy the 'feast' I have prepared for you. This is... Just the beginning. "Mu Li straightened up, no longer looking at the twitching figure on the ground. She turned around, stepped on the spreading blood on the ground, walked calmly to the sink, and turned on the faucet. The cold water washed her blood-stained gloves, and the bright red dizzy in the water, faded, and finally flowed into the sewer and disappeared without a trace. In the mirror, a beautiful but cold face was reflected, and those once clear eyes were now only a bottomless cold pool and the burning fire of revenge. In the bathroom, there was only the sound of running water and Mu Qing's intermittent, death-like sobs of pain. **Possible directions for subsequent development: **1. **Song Zheming/Mu Zhenhua's crazy counterattack:** Although the call was interrupted, Mu Qing's last scream and Mu Li's threat were enough to drive Song Zheming and Mu Zhenhua into madness. They would use all their strength to find the location of Mu Li and Mu Qing, and may send out killers, use police connections, or even use gray forces. A cat-and-mouse game of round-up and counter-round-up is about to take place. 2. **Mu Qing's use value:** Mu Li's decision to leave Mu Qing alive is definitely not merciful. She needs Mu Qing as a hostage, bait, or to pry out more details about the conspiracy and the more shady secrets of the Song and Mu families. In extreme pain and fear, will Mu Qing reveal more in order to survive? 3. **Mu Li's "things": ** What is "the thing in your hand" that Mu Qing mentioned in horror? This is probably the key to Mu Li's revenge plan, and it is also the core secret that the Song and Mu families want to cover up or obtain even if they kill people. It may be evidence, a ledger, some kind of technology, or a truth that can overturn everything for them. **Mu Li's allies and identities:** Mu Li can carry out revenge so calmly and professionally. What has she experienced in the five years since she disappeared? Does she have strong allies or organizations behind her? Her shooting skills and ruthlessness are not achieved in a day. 5. **Emotional undercurrent:** Under the extreme hatred, is there still hidden sadness for the deceased relatives? Can the pleasure of revenge fill the hole in her heart? Will there be any waves in her heart when she faces her former "Brother Song" (if she ever had feelings for him) or her nominal father?

10 直 Her Fortune-Telling Is So Accurate, the Police Nationwide Are Watching Her 直播算命太准，被全网警察关注了 Osmanthus of August, Gui'an八月桂安Modern Romance1.8M WordsCompleted 60.9kReads9.3Score10.6kShelves

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📢The metaphysics boss is reborn as a vicious female partner, and the live broadcast of fortune telling is going crazy! ] 💥The metaphysics ceiling in the world of cultivation failed to overcome the tribulation, and she was reborn as the 18th-tier female supporting role in the entire network? Being kicked out of a wealthy family and left penniless? Ji He sneered: Thank you for the invitation, this boss will tell fortunes live and specialize in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction! 🔥The one-hand calculation made the hot search hit, and the style of the live broadcast room changed suddenly - ✨The top actor: "Master, I dream of a female ghost in red every night..." Ji He: "The grave you broke while filming three years ago, remember to go back and kowtow." 🚔The serial murder murderer pretended to be innocent online, Ji He threw out the GPS coordinates with his backhand, and police from all over the network rushed out! 💸Hatfans went crazy with the idea of ​​"the magician cheating money", and the next second they collectively knelt down and begged for a change of luck: "Dad! I was wrong, I will delete the bad comments now!" ⚡️When a metaphysics master has a cool script in hand - slap the fake daughter in the face? Easy thing! Change your fate against the will of heaven? Basic operation! Police all over the internet rushed to pay attention: "Master Ji, are you helping us hit the KPI again today?" 🌟"The live fortune telling was so accurate that it attracted the attention of police all over the internet" 💫Modern brain power + metaphysics crit, see how a failed tribulation master uses scientific (?) Metaphysics to conquer the modern world! 👉Click to follow the update and unlock the millions of ways to die in the fortune-telling live broadcast room~ # Metaphysics slap in the face #Rebirth counterattack #The whole network is waiting for the big boss to turn over the cards

11 折 Spring Ripples 折春漪 Chu Diandian初点点Ancient Romance1.1M WordsCompleted 224.5kReads9.4Score33.9kShelves

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Rebirth and all that is really awesome! !

12 女 The Empress Comes from the Hehuan Sect 女帝来自合欢宗 Gou San'er苟三儿Ancient Romance11k WordsCompleted 18Reads9.4Score—Shelves

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Come here if you like to read cool articles. If you can't die, let's go crazy together.

21 我 My 26-Year-Old Female Tenant 我的26岁女房客 Super Big Tank Kobe超级大坦克科比Urban2.1M WordsCompleted 139.3kReads5.8Score14.7kShelves

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Will they tell each other what they saw during the day? Just like me at this moment, I long for someone to understand these unspeakable thoughts. The sensor light in the corridor had long been broken, so I climbed up to the fifth floor in the dark, and the harsh metallic sound when the key was turned was particularly harsh. When I opened the door, the silence in the room was like a wall pressing against me - there was no greeting of "you're back", no footsteps of slippers, only the low hum of the refrigerator operating, like some kind of silent accusation. I shook off my damp coat and collapsed on the sofa. The screen of the mobile phone lights up, showing a work message from a colleague. The cold blue light shines on his face, making him look particularly lonely. I suddenly remembered that she once said: "This city is so big that it makes people feel nervous." Now I truly understand that the feeling of panic does not come from the vastness of the space, but from the fact that we are in a sea of ​​​​people but can't find a harbor to dock. Outside the window, the rain is still falling. Raindrops rapped against the glass, like some kind of endless questioning. I lit a cigarette and watched the smoke swirl and dissipate in the dim room, just like those things I once thought would last forever - commitment, companionship, love - were ultimately no match for time. This community is so old that even the walls remember the stories of each resident. And my story will probably be silently absorbed by it and become an unknown sigh in the cracks of a certain brick.