After the Supporting Female Lead Leapt from the Immortal-Slaying Cliff

Mu Yanle transmigrates into an old-school angst novel. In the story, she is a wicked female side character, spoiled rotten and given to making a scene. Her senior brother's friend, Pei Yunchu, is the gentle male supporting character. He is otherworldly and sees the female lead as his unattainable ideal. Unable to have her, he falls into demonic madness. Mu Yanle rubs her hands together and steps into the story. Unfortunately, she transmigrates too early and loses all her memories from after the age of ten. In a dangerous mountain forest, Pei Yunchu finds her and takes her home. New to this other world, she is terrified. Tears cling to the corners of her eyes as her soft, tiny arms wrap around his neck. Gentle and considerate, like a big brother from next door, he securely cradles her little body and softly comforts her, soothing her fears. They share many happy days. But as time passes, one day Pei Yunchu brings a clever, noble junior sister back to the immortal sect. Mu Yanle's story begins. At eighteen, in her sensitive and inexperienced youth, she falls for a suave, gentle man. But he doesn't love her. She goes to great lengths to get close to him. After one night together, he finally marries her. She wholeheartedly believes that given enough time, he'll turn around and see her. At a later inter-sect tournament, Mu Yanle accidentally strikes that junior sister. It is the first time she sees Pei Yunchu look so utterly distraught. He rushes to the high platform, and in front of all their fellow disciples, carefully picks up the junior sister. Mu Yanle stares blankly at them, the sword in her hand stained with blood. "I didn't do it on purpose. It couldn't have reached her from that distance..." But he doesn't listen to her explanation. Seeing the disappointment in his eyes, Mu Yanle feels as if her heart is being cut to pieces. At last, she understands that love cannot be forced. No matter how hard she tries, if he doesn't love her, he doesn't love her. Later, the antagonist captures her and laughs maniacally. "Pei Yunchu, you once made me lose my beloved child. Now I'll make you suffer the pain of losing the one you love!" As she falls from the cliff, she suddenly remembers everything: the System, transmigrating into a book... Mu Yanle has to fall into the Immortal-Slaying Abyss for the plot to continue. Only after finishing the plot can she go home. When Pei Yunchu grabs her, she smiles gently at him, her eyes curving as if she couldn't be happier. But in the next moment, she drives a dagger through his palm and, as his eyes turn red, leaps into the Immortal-Slaying Abyss. - Three years later, she returns to the immortal sect. On the day she marries her senior brother, the guests fill the hall, with not a single seat left empty. Dressed to perfection in a blazing red wedding gown, she listens to the immortal sects' congratulations. Like a joyful bride, she blushes and throws herself into her senior brother's arms. Below, Pei Yunchu witnesses the scene with his own eyes. His eyes redden, and his complexion grows paler and paler. The winecup in his hand instantly shatters to powder. He is the supreme Demon Lord, always calm and rational, possessing the greatest power and status in the world. No one has ever seen him in such unbearable agony. But on this day, he reveals his identity as a spy, goes mad and destroys the wedding, and forcibly takes another man's wife. Mu Yanle watches coldly. His love has come too late, and she has long since stopped caring. [Reading guide] 1. An old-school groveling romance where the hero chases his wife to the crematorium. A melodramatic, anything-goes story with a slow start. 2. Both leads have only ever been with each other; happy ending. Next upcoming novel: Hell Mode for Winning Over the Antagonist Li Qiao transmigrates into a book. The System orders her to win over the seemingly gentle but actually rotten-to-the-core antagonist, the great Demon King. In the book, Wenren Zhan is immortal. He has a tragic background and was humiliated by a cannon-fodder Demon Lord in his early years. He endures it all, grows stronger step by step, and ultimately tears the Demon Lord apart and takes the throne as Demon Lord himself. Li Qiao puts on a secret identity and becomes a demon slave who shares his misfortune. When he is beaten until he's on the verge of death, she uses her soft, warm palms to carefully heal his wounds. When they're trapped in the Demon Abyss, she clings to him, relying on him for survival as they kill wave after wave of demonic beasts. Li Qiao thinks that with the bond they've forged by surviving life and death together, his favorability should have increased quite a bit. But when she checks it, it's only 8%. Li Qiao: ... This man is adept at pretending to be gentle, but his heart is hard as ice. He will never learn how to love. Demons are heartless, cold-blooded, and cruel. She gives up and takes a vacation, going far away from him to eat, drink, and have fun. When she's away from him, she somehow encounters more crises than before: monsters suddenly appear, lusting after her beauty; members of the demon tribe seize the chance to take revenge; and even human cultivators dedicated to exorcising demons come after her... Small, helpless, and pitiful, she's surrounded by enemies as blades rain down on her from every direction. Just as she thinks her life is about to end, Wenren Zhan suddenly descends from the sky. She stares at him in a daze. Before them lies a sea of blood and bones. He lowers his eyes and lays a cool hand on her cheek, his voice as gentle as can be. "Don't be afraid. I'm here." - One day, Wenren Zhan accidentally learns that Li Qiao was so good to him because she was trying to win him over. She has tried to win over other men, too. Wenren Zhan laughs softly, his voice dark and unhinged. "So the way you treated me, you did the same thing to a second man?" Li Qiao explains, "Actually, it wasn't just a second." Later, she pays for her careless words by not leaving the house for three whole days. >+< Principle: The world is one grand game of script murder