Ye Xiwei transmigrated into a book and became Ye Wanwan, the female lead's stand-in and a supporting character.
With two handsome men afflicted by a love poison right there at the start, hesitating for even a second would be an insult to their good looks.
Ye Xiwei swallowed.
With practiced ease... she pulled a chicken out of her storage ring and set it over the fire to roast.
The two men, in the grip of the love poison and furiously cursing her as a "seductress," both froze.
Wasn't this going a little differently than expected?
They didn't want to be violated, but how had their dignity as men already been trampled into the ground?
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The Hehuan Sect is great, the Hehuan Sect is wonderful. It has loads of admirers and a stockpile so enormous it makes people scream.
Back at the sect, Ye Xiwei seemed to slack off and spend her days lazing around, but in secret she was saving up travel money to run away.
Ye Xiwei's actions gradually caught the attention of all the big shots.
But Ye Xiwei only liked cuddling up to sweet, soft girls.
Especially the Hehuan Sect's junior sister, peerlessly elegant and breathtakingly beautiful.
Ye Xiwei was all "Junior Sister this" and "Junior Sister that," her enthusiasm blazing.
One day, she discovered that the junior sister was bathing in the spirit spring and prepared to share a moment of spiritual connection with her, only to accidentally uncover "her" secret.
"Junior Sister": Senior Sister Wanwan, now that you know my secret, it's your bad luck. I have no choice but to...
Ye Xiwei patted him on the shoulder earnestly. "Don't worry. There's nothing shameful about having a flat chest but pretending to have a voluptuous figure. You only did it to keep from losing your admirers. I'll help you keep it secret."
"Junior Sister" smiled. "..."
Wait, Ye Xiwei lowered her eyes and stared in a daze.
Ye Xiwei: Junior Sister, why do you have a...!
Ye Xiwei only wanted to quietly laze around in a corner, but after a while, she suddenly received marriage invitations from a whole bunch of big shots.
Thinking of those people, who smiled amiably and spoke with such courtesy, yet hid deceitful hearts, deep schemes, unpredictable tempers, and a dark obsession with men, Ye Xiwei's legs turned to jelly. She just wanted to run away.
But wait, why were all these big shots clinging to her like ghosts?!
[Reading Guide]
1. The Hehuan Sect's leader doesn't belong in the harem. Don't ship them, don't ship them, don't ship them!
2. Everyone is charmed by the protagonist.
Coming soon: My Husband Can't Possibly Be This Frail and Helpless
On the first day after transmigrating, Jiang Yaoyao was bound to a System and became a married woman.
Her husband was frail and helpless, a consumptive who coughed and wheezed at the slightest exertion.
She was playing the vicious supporting wife who loved vanity, bullied her husband, did every sort of wicked thing, and had already started looking for another man before her husband even died of illness.
That way, her consumptive husband could see through worldly desires, achieve enlightenment, and ultimately become a prodigy who made a name for himself throughout the cultivation world.
As the vicious supporting character, of course her fate was to die horribly.
No problem. If she could just finish the plot and get home sooner, Jiang Yaoyao steeled herself and decided to bully and exploit her sick husband.
Looking at her husband, who was coughing and wheezing nonstop, Jiang Yaoyao smiled warmly and leaned toward him with a tender, affectionate air. "Husband, your medicine is ready. Let me feed it to you."
In the next instant, the medicine bowl landed squarely on him, soaking his trousers around the knees.
She was prepared for him to hold a grudge, but the consumptive husband gazed at her, his face turning red. He gave a soft wheeze and said:
"Would tonight work?"
Jiang Yaoyao: ???
No, your health is this terrible, and you still think about that sort of thing every day?
Jiang Yaoyao diligently played the vicious supporting wife, bullying her sick husband until his jade-white face turned bright red, but the main plot never came.
Looking at the consumptive man growing thinner by the day, Jiang Yaoyao decided this couldn't go on.
Where was the promised prodigy? If he didn't practice swordsmanship, how was she supposed to get home?!
At last, after she set things straight, the plot got back on track.
But her sick husband said he wanted to take her with him. The road to immortality was long, and he didn't want to leave her home alone.
Jiang Yaoyao knew he must hate her to the bone and wanted her close so he could tear her limb from limb.
Fine. As long as the main plot stayed on course, she could keep playing the vicious supporting wife and speed things along to the ending.
Time flew by. Years later, her sick husband was still frail and helpless.
He was also regarded by everyone as a good-for-nothing in cultivation, still unable to break through to the Qi Refining stage.
Jiang Yaoyao, who had somehow reached the Golden Core stage without noticing, was utterly confused.
You've got to be kidding! You're the greatest cultivation genius in a thousand years! How could you be a good-for-nothing?
The sick husband, reeking of blood and having long since reached the Great Ascension stage, had concealed his strength and acted like a good-for-nothing. He suddenly slumped into her arms.
"Yaoyao, take pity on me. I need your kisses and cuddles to get better."
Jiang Yaoyao was at her wit's end. Stop copying my lines! And when are you going to become good enough to send me home?
Theme: Live with a positive heart, and you can keep moving toward the light