Lin Zhirun, a 42-year-old divorcee with two kids, publicly announced on a show that ever since she said goodbye to her ex-husband, her whole life had been going smoothly. Her back no longer ached, her waist no longer hurt, and her career had reached new heights.
Just as this winner in life was sailing along,
a murder scene came looking for her.
Last night, Lin Zhirun had been sleeping soundly in a mansion's big bed. Her first reaction upon opening her eyes and seeing a bloodied corpse lying beside her was
Close her eyes and go back to sleep!
Sorry, but when she opened her eyes again, blood was about to run all over Sister Lin's face.
With no other choice, Lin Zhirun had to make her way innocently and delicately through countless murder scenes, using her pretty face to wheedle information out of people, her gentle voice to play the helpless green tea, her perfect figure to dash about, and her superb acting skills to shift the blame. She had to be cautious at every turn and worry about everything, sometimes even clutching her chest like a tragic beauty and shedding tears like Lin Daiyu, lamenting that although fate always seemed to favor her, it still hit far too hard. She couldn't take it!
Luckily, all she had to do was act cute, and fate immediately opened a back door for her. How else could she be number one on the rankings?!
Lin Zhirun knew it: she was unbothered, things went smoothly for her, and if that meant taking first place, then so be it. She might as well pick up a few more fangirls and fanboys along the way!
It's just that these fanboys... why do they all seem to want to overstep their place?!!!
You all belong behind me, Lin Zhirun~
One fangirl watched Lin Zhirun disdainfully roll her eyes at the person in second place on the rankings and thought: Heh, you? A middle-aged woman who's had plastic surgery and goes around saying she's lucky and beautiful. Without that guy, who's blind and into older women, protecting you, would you even manage?
All right, although she called Lin Zhirun her boss, this fangirl had really been won over by Kong Zhihao's fist the size of a wok. Some time later, she went up to Kong Zhihao and said
"You perennial runner-up, I've put up with you long enough. Stop getting handsy with our queen, okay? Do you think you're worthy?"
Kong Zhihao looked down at his fist, still as big as a wok.
"..."
What, so now he had to compete not only with the people in third, fifth, and tenth place on the rankings, but with women too?
Theme: Chinese women give up on themselves too early., Liu Xiaoqing
