The Female Lead of a Period Romance Returns for Revenge

[Updated 4Q-6Q daily, mainly about transmigrating into a book and being reborn in the 1990s, revenge and punishing scumbags, satisfying and sweet romance, with adorable pets appearing]

1. Fu Youran's life was anything but carefree. She spent her whole life trying to earn a good reputation, behaving obediently and sensibly before marriage and running the household virtuously afterward. In the end, she died, consumed by a raging fire.

Yet her husband of eight years, rumored to love her more deeply than life itself, merely stood off to one side, watching coldly with his hands hanging at his sides.

Only after her tragic death did she learn that her past was nothing more than the story written in a book, and that she was its laughable heroine. She curled her lip with a cold laugh. "Hah."

She gave herself another chance at life, adding one airy little line at the end of the story: "After death, I returned to the moment I was born in 1986..."

She tossed her pen aside and raised her middle finger to the sky in disdain. "Damn it!"

She refused to accept her fate.

She opened her eyes, and her life began again.

2

If good people don't live long, then this time, she'll be the one to torment the whole world first.

The four-year-old, who was very good at putting on an act, clung to her handsome father's trouser leg and cried, "Daddy, don't give the mine to Uncle. Ranran wants meat, lots and lots of meat."

The eldest uncle's family, furious that their scheme had been foiled just as it was about to succeed, snapped, "Third Brother, have you lost your mind? That money-losing wife of yours gave you a little money-losing girl after more than five years of marriage. What use is it keeping such a good thing for yourself? You should give it to me. Then our eldest branch can become the true future of the Fu family!"

Fu Youran: "..." You brought this on yourself with that big mouth.

Her handsome father, Fu Pengcheng, was indeed furious. "Dream on! It's mine, and I'll leave it to my daughter as her dowry if I damn well please. Get lost!"

She had protected her family's first coal mine, their first pot of gold. Check.

When Fu Youran was eight, her family planned to buy a storefront.

Her handsome father's unscrupulous friend tricked him. "Oh, that place won't do. It can't compare with the one I've got. Great location, spacious, and I'll give you a special friends-and-family price!"

What a joke, that friends-and-family price. She leaned close to her handsome father's ear and whispered, "Daddy, Xiaonian's dad is also planning to buy lots of houses on XX Street. What a coincidence, just like us. Why is that?"

Her father's expression turned grave. Xiaonian's father worked at the Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau, didn't he?

He promptly turned down his old friend, saving her family's second pot of gold, the thriving corner storefront. Check.

After that, she saved her dying parents, slapped down the school beauty who framed her, and then it was the turn of her good husband, who murdered his wife and abandoned his daughter...

Only at the moment of her death in her previous life had she learned that, in his eyes, she had merely been a stand-in for the beloved woman who had left him.

He killed her because that woman had returned. Only by killing her could the two shameless lovers seize all the property her deceased parents had left her and be together openly.

Fu Youran raised her hand in fury. Someone behind her pulled her forcefully into his arms and offered her a knife with a smile.

She made the scumbag and the other woman suffer ruined reputations and die with their eyes open. Check.

3

The only time Fu Youran's heart softened in this life was on a snowy night, when she rescued an abandoned kitten.

In her previous life, a terrible crime had taken place at this intersection: a kitten had been tortured to death by someone, its belly ripped open and its body dismembered, pieces scattered everywhere.

That night, the snow piled a full foot deep in the streets, but even that could not rival the blinding red of the blood, which soaked through the pristine white beneath it.

Fu Youran gently stroked its head and took it away before that could happen. She felt it was like her: in its previous life, it too had been abandoned by the world far too soon.

From now on, they could keep each other company.

But she didn't know that it was Lian Huajin, the only grandson of the prestigious Lian family of the capital, the one they treasured most.

Lian Huajin had been cursed. Every night, he turned into a frail little cat and was thrown by an invisible hand to some random place across the country, where he was mercilessly tortured and killed.

The Lian family couldn't find him or save him. All they could do was watch helplessly as each time Lian Huajin was killed, he returned in the daytime even more sickly.

With his life clearly nearing its end, they were frantic and at a loss.

Then one day, dawn came, but Lian Huajin still hadn't returned as expected. The Lian family was in turmoil, overcome with grief.

But in the next instant, a spirited young man walked in through the door, backlit by the brilliant morning sun.

He was no longer half-dead, tossed down from the sky like a rag. They were stunned.

Their family's only heir for three generations had recovered!

4

From then on, Lian Huajin was always by Fu Youran's side.

He helped her thrive, helped her prosper, protected her from every harm, and made all her wishes come true.

Even when Fu Youran revealed the darkness in her heart, he didn't care at all. He simply stood tenderly beside her, leaning close to whisper, "Don't be afraid. I'm here."

As long as Fu Youran wanted to kill, he would offer her a knife with a smile.

Lian Huajin never thought he was doing anything wrong. He was only trying to save the most beautiful thing in his heart. From then on, they would sink together into the depths of hell.

Fu Youran grew timid, step by step, until the iron walls around her heart finally crumbled for one person.

A note:

I know she has kindness in her heart. She's just been so tired of living that she needs to let it out.

It doesn't matter. I'll stay with her and help her live the way she once wanted to live most of all.

A beautiful, angel-faced heroine with a devil's heart, who never forgives an offense and is a truly ruthless, cold-blooded beauty (Fu Youran) X a handsome male lead who is upright, powerful, and genuinely noble, a true socialist successor (Lian Huajin)

Note: They save and fulfill each other. The male lead knows the female lead was reborn. Satisfying and sweet, the sort that is intensely satisfying and cloyingly sweet, more or less.

☆Synopsis photographed for safekeeping on 2021.07.27☆

[Next book: The Stunning Sister-in-Law of the Era, the first title in the author's upcoming works, please add it to your collection!]

1. Xu Shiyi transmigrates into a period novel, becoming a doomed cannon-fodder supporting female character who shares her name.

She is the male lead's original wife, a replacement he was briefly married to. She dies young a year after their wedding. The real heroine is his beloved first love, whom he happily reunites with afterward and marries as his second wife.

Xu Shiyi: ...I'll shut your whole family up.

When she opens her eyes after transmigrating, the story has reached its most crucial moment: the early morning of the very day she and the male lead are supposed to get married!

Outside, gongs and drums are beating noisily, while Xu Shiyi sweats profusely in the room.

This is where the original owner's most heartbreaking ordeal begins.

She thought she was marrying the man she loved, but he taught her a harsh lesson on their wedding night.

He showed not a trace of happiness, and used the excuse of drinking with his relatives to get so drunk he passed out. The original owner worked herself to the bone, wiping him down and feeding him soup, then cleaning up his vomit. Just before dawn, she suddenly heard the man, asleep with his brow furrowed, murmur in a restrained, anguished voice, "Xu Yiru, Yiru..."

It was like being struck by lightning. That was her own cousin.

The two of them had been called lookalikes by the villagers since childhood, like real sisters. Once the original owner understood everything, how could she not hate him? In the end, she died of depression, full of bitterness.

Thinking of this, Xu Shiyi shuddered with rage and tore off her red bridal veil.

She wasn't going through with this wedding!

2.

She charged out and made a scene in front of all the guests in the courtyard:

"Feng Jun, you miserable bastard! I just found out that you and my cousin have been involved for ages. She wrote me a letter last night, begging me to understand that she'd already divorced her husband. She said you two are truly in love and asked whether I'd let you be together."

"Fine, I'll let you be together! Why wouldn't I? It's not as if I ever liked you. I've always liked your older brother!"

After cursing him out, she shut her eyes and collapsed against the person beside her, pretending to faint. The onlookers erupted in an uproar.

Everyone knew Xu Shiyi was the famous beauty of the surrounding villages. She had a delicate figure and soft skin like jade, especially those alluring, shy eyes that could make you swoon if she merely looked back at you.

Good heavens! That feeling, the way it made your whole body tingle, was just incredible.

Everyone knew her cousin too. If Xu Shiyi was the most beautiful, her cousin could only rank second. Compared to the former, she seemed rather plain.

And now she was saying that her cousin could steal her man? Good grief!

What was more, this tangled love affair involved two sisters and two brothers. It was even more gripping than the trashy melodramas on color TV.

Meanwhile, Feng Jun had already rushed off after taking off his wedding clothes in front of everyone. The Feng family had been a distinguished family for generations, and their dignity was about to be ruined. Hearing that his younger brother was getting married, the eldest son, Feng Jinyu, had originally been too busy to come and had already sent word that he wouldn't return home. But now he'd forcibly cleared two days in his schedule. He'd only just stepped through the front gate when he looked up. "???"

Xu Shiyi, who was secretly peeking outside through a narrow gap between her eyelids, happened to see him. "..."

The Feng family matriarch had a sudden idea. Her eldest son had always been cold and especially uninterested in women. Ever since his former wife ran off with someone else, he'd lived an increasingly ascetic life with his several sons, doing nothing but making money.

Since a bride had practically been delivered to their door, they might as well make the best of it.

She pressed her thumb hard into Xu Shiyi's philtrum. Xu Shiyi yelped and sprang upright from the pain.

Feng Jinyu had already been forced into the bright red wedding robe his younger brother had just thrown off. It didn't quite fit, the long robe stretched tight across him, and half his wrist was left exposed. "..."

Xu Shiyi had made up a story on the spot but still hadn't managed to call off the wedding. First: "???"

Then: "!!!"

Good heavens, this was the powerful older brother of the male lead, the aloof beauty from the book! Broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and what looked like a perfect six-pack beneath his clothes. She covertly wiped away her drool.

But! The rumors said this powerful man was completely devoid of feeling, so cold that even a goddess couldn't stir him. If she married him, wouldn't she be doomed to a sexless marriage?

But she'd already said it in front of everyone, and all she could do was bite the bullet and go through the ceremony.

3.

Much later, Xu Shiyi, who had once faced her wedding with a miserable expression, was living a carefree life with children she hadn't had to give birth to, money she could toss around as she pleased, and a handsome husband to sleep beside in a grand family compound. Delighted, she could only say: please let this dream life of happiness, both in and out of bed, last for the rest of her life!

Feng Jun had once failed to cherish what he had, and after losing it, regretted it too late. One day, he finally came to his senses and sought Xu Shiyi out. He gazed at her tenderly. "I'm sorry, Shiyi. Only now do I understand. It wasn't that you were like Jiaojiao. Jiaojiao was like you! I regret it. I really do..."

"Jiaojiao" was the pet name Feng Jun had given her cousin during their intimate moments in bed.

Xu Shiyi was so disgusted she almost threw up.

Behind her, Feng Jinyu's face was already dark with storm clouds. He pulled her forcefully into his arms and looked down at his younger brother, his gaze deep and his voice icy. "You're not fit to call her 'Shiyi.' Why don't you try calling her 'sister-in-law'?"

The once cold and abstinent powerful man had long since been lost in a world of tenderness, and never wanted to wake up again.

Theme: My fate is mine to control, not Heaven's.