The First-Rate Maid: Fleeting Clouds and Flowing Water

She couldn't think of anything wrong she'd done, yet she had the terrible luck to transmigrate into a TV drama she hated. Though she'd become a supporting character, she was determined to have a happier life than the protagonist, and an even more fulfilling one. She acted according to her own likes and dislikes, but she had a clear conscience. She couldn't see what was so great about that little cabbage worm, but she also didn't want her "little brother," who had finally gotten back on the right track, to fall into the hands of someone like that. So she would quietly use every scheme and trick at her disposal. But what was going on with that person who was supposedly love-struck by the cabbage worm at first sight? Why had they stopped circling around that bug? Sighing softly, she thought: If you can't get what you want, and can't stop wanting it, does that mean you're just asking for trouble? Updates have resumed. This story is from several years ago, so the ending is rushed and melodramatic. Please forgive me. My other stories: Irregular updates: Completed: My author page: Theme: