Whose Transmigration Is More Miserable Than Mine?

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(There are completed sweet treats in my author's column.)

Jiang Qingyue transmigrated!

Not into the currently popular genres of transmigration into a book or quick transmigration.

She doesn't have the heroine's usual golden finger or System, either.

She doesn't need to win over powerful figures, and she's not a kingdom-toppling beauty trying to stay alive. She has only one mission: make money and get home.

When she first met Chi, he wore fine brocade, his features as beautiful as a painting. He looked like a noble young master who had stepped out of a masterpiece in a museum.

But in this eerie mountain forest, Jiang Qingyue was more inclined to believe that this breathtakingly handsome man was a tree spirit in disguise, trying to bewitch her.

"Beg me, and I'll take you with me."

Beneath the bright moon, a gentle smile played on his lips. His languid voice was captivating.

"No need."

Back then, Jiang Qingyue refused outright, showing admirable backbone and sticking to her usual aloof, distant persona.

On countless nights afterward, they nestled together behind the curtains. He held the beautiful woman in his arms, his fingers tracing her slender waist, his voice husky as he said:

"Even if you beg me now, it's too late."

Chi, who has countless secret identities x Jiang Shiwu, who will do anything to earn enough money to go home

A friendly reminder:

1. This is a fictional setting! Trust me, it's very sweet and indulgent, though it may start a little slowly.

2. This story is entirely fictional.

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