Jiang Si, heir to a mystic sect, transmigrated into a book.
She became the frail supporting female character in a substitute romance novel.
The original owner was sickly and weak, unable to lift a finger without coughing up blood and fainting.
In the book, she was the male lead's sickly, beautiful first love: someone he could admire but never have.
The female lead looked somewhat like her and was treated as her substitute by the male lead. Their relationship was filled with heartbreak and abuse, unfolding in one clichéd, tangled drama after another. When the female lead finally had her heart broken, she ran away while pregnant, and the male lead had to chase after her and beg her to come back.
What a rotten, outdated plot. Tear it up.
I set up a fortune-telling stall, read fortunes, warded off misfortune, assessed feng shui, drew talismans, chanted incantations, and drove out evil spirits. I thrived at all of it.
That's my area of expertise. Playing the sickly beauty? Not for me.
Later, people discovered that Jiang Si, the sickly girl of the Jiang family, would smear her blood on a peachwood sword, whimper that she felt dizzy, and then beat evil spirits until they cried for their mothers and begged to be reincarnated.
What the hell! How is she weak? She's the strongest of the strong!
The ghosts were beaten until they questioned their very existence. Where did this powerhouse come from? So scary! I want to go back to the underworld!
Jiang Si's little face was pale with illness, and she smiled sweetly and harmlessly. "Sorry, I didn't want to waste the blood."
The ghosts: "?"
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Shen Beiyao was handsome and wealthy, but in the book he was a villainous cannon-fodder character, a stepping stone to the male lead's domineering business empire. Since they were both destined to be cannon fodder, when Shen Beiyao fell on hard times and couldn't afford a meal, Jiang Si kindly treated him to one.
But then he wouldn't leave her alone.
"Miss Jiang, do you need a male housekeeper to clean your home? I'll work for meals only, no salary."
Jiang Si rejected him outright. "No."
"Miss Jiang, I can pick up your packages, order takeout, and run any errands you need."
Jiang Si shook her head. "I don't need that."
"Are you really sure?" Shen Beiyao's gaze dimmed. He squatted outside her door all night, like a homeless puppy. It was rather pitiful.
Jiang Si's heart softened, and she took him home.
Whoa!
Only later did she realize he wasn't a cannon-fodder character at all. He was a thousand-year-old ghost.
(Mystical arts powerhouse VS thousand-year-old ghost)
P.S. The story focuses on mystical arts, and the romance develops slowly.
Theme: Stay positive and optimistic!