I'm Just a Tool in a Sweet Romance

After a car accident, Zhao Qingying transmigrated into a book.

She transformed into the beautiful pancake seller of the common streets of Daliang, but that was just her side hustle. Her main job was to be a cannon-fodder character in a sweet romance.

One evening, just before closing up, Zhao Qingying was silently memorizing her lines for her next cannon-fodder scene when a handsome young gentleman appeared at her stall.

He was strikingly handsome, like a breath of spring sunshine, but the way he looked at her was downright strange.

"He seems a little off, but what a waste of a face like that," Zhao Qingying thought. So she made him an extra pancake.

The gentleman: "..."

*

Shen Xiuzhu, the young marquis of the Nanping Marquis household, had a secret: he could read minds.

One day, when he entered the palace, he met the empress's younger sister.

The empress was domineering and arrogant, so surely her younger sister would be no different.

He was just thinking disdainfully when he suddenly heard her thoughts: "This scene is running ten minutes over. I need to ask the System for overtime pay."

Shen Xiuzhu: "...?"

The next day, he spotted her at a pancake stall in the busy streets... selling pancakes.

Ten days later, he saw her at a family banquet... serving wine and food.

Good. Woman, you have successfully caught my attention.

Coming soon: "Fortune-Telling at the Foot of the Imperial City"

By a twist of fate, Ji Yuchi transmigrated to an unknown dynasty and became bound to a Fate-Changing System.

The System told her that as long as she changed the fates of those destined to die young, she would earn merit points. Once she had accumulated enough, she could return to the modern world and exchange the points for twice their value in cash.

Ji Yuchi happily accepted the arrangement.

From then on, a beautiful charlatan set up a fortune-telling stall beneath the imperial city.

*

The most dazzling rising star in the capital was none other than He Chongxiu, son of the Marquis of Wu'an and the youngest top scorer in the imperial examinations.

No one knew that this elegant young official had been plagued by nightmares every night lately. He dreamed that he would die the next day, each time in a different, outlandish way.

Although He Chongxiu instinctively avoided the ways he had died in his dreams, he still maintained that superstition was nonsense.

A month after his nightmares began, He Chongxiu was walking down Changsi Street when a pretty young woman stopped him.

Thinking she was about to offer him a handkerchief, he frowned. But she leaned close and asked, "Sir, would you like to buy a fate-changing talisman?"

He Chongxiu: "?"

She pulled out a wrinkled scrap of paper. "Three coins. You can't go wrong at that price. I can see that your brow is dark..."

"Superstition is nonsense," He Chongxiu interrupted expressionlessly. He paused, then took six coins from his robe. "Since you're so poor... give me another one."

Theme: A good life is something you build for yourself.