Yu Wanwan, who had been called a tomboy for twenty years, transmigrated into a book and became the legitimate wife of Gu Heng, the chief councilor.
The original owner had a face as delicate as a flower reflected on water and moved like a willow swaying in the breeze. She was the perfect frail little white flower.
Yu Wanwan was thrilled. At last, she could experience life as a delicate young lady.
But as she settled in, she realized she seemed to have transmigrated into the role of a cannon-fodder character. In three months, she would die after drinking a bowl of poison.
The problem was, the book never revealed who poisoned her.
Yu Wanwan: "..."
To escape her early death, Yu Wanwan had no choice but to start exercising to build her strength. Running, lifting weights, climbing mountains... she’d do it all!
As long as she didn’t get sick, no one could force her to take medicine!
Before long, she’d accidentally trained herself into a powerhouse.
The weather turned cold. The male lead brought her a bowl of medicine. "You’re frail, madam. Be careful not to catch a chill. Drink this tonic to prevent it."
Yu Wanwan silently brought out a watermelon and smashed it with one slap.
Everyone: Is that what you call frail?
Yu Wanwan: "My lord, the watermelon broke by itself. I didn’t hit it. My hand hurts so much..."
Later, everyone in the capital was saying that the chief councilor’s wife was a tigress no one should mess with.
Yu Wanwan went to complain to her husband with a deeply wounded expression. "My lord, how can they say such things about me? I’m obviously just a delicate young woman. How am I anything like a tigress?"
Gu Heng: "Of course. They’re all blind."
Original title: The Cannon-Fodder Female Lead Doesn’t Want to Die Waiting. Revised 2021.01.16
Theme: Cherish life and do your best to live.
