This story is also known as: Five Years After Faking My Death, I Found Out I’d Become My Childhood Friend’s White Moonlight.
Ji Xiaruo only found out after she died that she was the villainess in a period novel.
Ji Xiaruo: Huh? Me?
They said she had princess syndrome.
But her family had been rich for generations, and she was the only girl of her generation. Her grandmother said it was normal for her to be a little hot-tempered.
They said she used her family’s status to bully people.
The people she bullied were all childhood friends from families close to hers. They’d grown up together, and they were willing to put up with it!
Anyway, she died.
Once someone’s dead, surely all the bad things she did can be wiped clean.
But why had no one told her that when she opened her eyes again, she’d be back in that same compound?
And that her childhood friends had all become big shots?
They looked at her strangely, their shock tinged with a trace of... delight?
*
The first person Ji Xiaruo contacted was her most loyal follower from childhood, Chen Yuanxie, the chauffeur’s younger son.
“Chen Yuanxie,” she said, awkwardly picking at the leather sofa in his home. “Do you know where my parents are?”
The man looked at her and was silent for a long time. “...I’ll get in touch with them.”
Ji Xiaruo pouted.
Chen Yuanxie had grown up to be so quiet.
She didn’t see the overwhelming emotions he could barely conceal when he lowered his eyes, or the veins standing out on his hand as he held himself back.
*
Although Chen Yuanxie was a big shot in name, he seemed to have made plenty of enemies.
Ji Xiaruo could only stay in his huge villa day after day. Other people brought her food and clothes, and usually he was the only person she saw.
When she finally got to see someone else, it was the childhood friends she used to bully.
“I want to see what Chen Yuanxie’s been doing cooped up at home instead of coming to our get-togethers.” The boy with blue highlights curled his lip. The earring in his left ear gleamed as he sauntered in. “What’s so great about this ice-cold house of his...”
Two especially familiar people followed behind him.
Before he could finish, all three saw the girl on the sofa, dressed in white, her beauty not having faded in the slightest.
The boy froze.
Ji Xiaruo saw their expressions change.
Her bright eyes dimmed.
I almost forgot. I’m the villainess, after all.
At that moment, the roar of a car sounded outside the door.
Before Ji Xiaruo could react, the man quickly grabbed her wrist, took off his coat, and draped it over her. “Come on. We’ll take you home.”
Ji Xiaruo was stunned.
Huh?
Aren’t I the villainess?
Why are you all fighting over me?
*The male lead is completely devoted in both body and heart. One-on-one at each stage.
*Fake-your-death fiction.
Theme: Happiness is something you have to fight for.
