I Really Didn't Mean It That Way [Book Transmigration]

The unhinged scholar Jiang Zihui transmigrates into a melodramatic novel written by a hater, as a cannon-fodder female side character.

The female side character is the real daughter who was abandoned and left outside the family. After she's found and brought home, she doesn't receive her family's affection, so she repeatedly clashes with the fake-daughter heroine. Sometimes they trade insults, sometimes they fight. In the end, she's diagnosed with manic disorder and sent to a psychiatric hospital, where she spends the rest of her miserable life!

Jiang Zihui: Randomly scare a college girl to death!

To avoid being mistaken for a lunatic, Jiang Zihui has to keep her knowledge of everyone's secrets to herself and do her best to act like a timid little girl. So...

At the dinner table, her mother tells her to raise a glass to the fake daughter, accept her as a good older sister, and learn from her virtuous character.

Jiang Zihui on the outside: Mm-hmm, sure.

In her head: What virtuous character am I supposed to learn from her? How to use her tongue to aggressively flirt with a married man? A toast? Whoa! Well, then her dog's mouth is in for a treat! Maybe I should cry while drinking and let snot drip into her glass.

Then she sees the fake daughter snatch her glass back, looking horrified.

Her father sets her up on a date with the fat, greedy son of a powerful official, and uses emotional manipulation to pressure her into getting married as soon as possible.

Jiang Zihui on the outside: Mm-hmm, I'll do as you say.

In her head: If I don't marry, I'll die alone. If I do, at least I can look forward to my husband dying. What a fat little enoki mushroom of a man. I think he won't even make it to forty. No matter, if I have to, I'll help him along! Then I can keep all the marital assets to myself!

Then she sees the official's son jump to his feet and flee as if his butt were on fire.

She's negotiating with a capitalist client, who's doing his best to drive down her price.

Jiang Zihui on the outside: Mm-hmm, whatever makes you happy.

In her head: I wouldn't bring this little money to your grave, but considering he has a child to support and a sexy croupier to maintain, I'll let him have this one. Buddha's rice cake!

The big-shot investor's hand trembles, and he adds two extra zeros to her funding.

Jiang Zihui is baffled. She hasn't contradicted anyone even once, so why have all these people who used to provoke her suddenly started avoiding her like the plague? Her life and career have also become smooth sailing.

And why does the gaze of her long-time crush, the stunningly handsome, eight-pack-having movie emperor Qu Huan, whom she never dared to approach, seem to be getting stranger and stranger?

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