Transmigrating to Become a Republic-Era Socialite

The eldest young lady of the Jiang family in Jingcheng had never been able to stand the aloof beauty next door, the one everyone admired from afar.

Later, she transmigrated to Liyuan Village ten miles away and became a country girl named Jiang Zhi. She had no choice but to swallow her pride, cling to that beauty, and use his help to get revenge.

After they got married, she trembled with fear every night.

The beauty smiled charmingly. "Any man has needs."

But aren't your needs a little too much?

The second young master of the Ji family had harbored a vicious idea since he was in his teens: to break the wings of the flirtatious butterfly next door.

Later, the butterfly died. He became utterly unrestrained, his true nature emerged, and he grew more and more vicious.

Jiang Zhi asks for advice: My husband's a total pervert. Can I kill him, inherit his fortune, and get rich overnight?

[Reading Guide]

An alternate-history Republic of China setting, an alternate history, an alternate history. No historical nitpicking.

Marriage first, love later.

It's all about indulgent sweetness and feel-good romance.

Updates daily at midnight. I'll take a day off if anything comes up.

Blurb for the next novel:

When Zhou Ailü was being attacked online, the aloof gaming king Shen Jia once came to her defense on Weibo.

To show her gratitude, she often used an alternate account to shower him with exaggerated praise in the tone of a fangirl: "Gaming God Jia, stop playing games and play with me!"

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Later, her "fairy songstress" persona crumbled.

Someone with too much time on their hands dug up those lovestruck comments from her alternate account, and the whole internet mocked her.

That day, Shen Jia reposted the screenshot and said one word: "Fine."

Just as his fangirls were going mad with jealousy, Shen Jia cornered Zhou Ailü in an empty practice room.

He pushed her down onto his chair, his long fingers slowly trailing down her fair neck. In a nonchalant tone, he said, "I agree. Today, instead of playing games, I'll play with you."

On their day off, they went from the practice room to his bedroom.

Zhou Ailü had no idea he had so many tricks up his sleeve. She cried.

The sound of her sobs made Shen Jia's eyes grow redder and redder. He kissed her like a madman. "With a voice this beautiful, you sound even better crying than I imagined."

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Zhou Ailü had maintained her "fairy" persona for seven or eight years, but in Shen Jia's eyes, she was nothing but a little demon. Ever since her debut, his fantasies had been filled with her, until the longing hurt.

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