I Transmigrated into a Tragic Novel to Become a Master of Empty Promises

[The next book, Romantic Allergy, is open for follows in the author's column] On the eve of her university graduation, Bian Yingning fell to her death. She had been so close to getting the diploma she had spent more than a decade studying for. What could she do? All she could do was listen to the System that had appeared out of nowhere, complete tasks bit by bit, save up points, and return to the world. In the book she had transmigrated into, the heroine and hero's torturous romance ran for a full thousand chapters. Countless supporting female characters, dazzled by the hero's wealth, threw themselves into the flames for him. Bian Yingning's mission was to stop these stepping stones on the leads' road to love, the cannon-fodder female characters, from living for the hero, dying for the hero, and banging their heads against a wall for the hero. -- What? The hero has a spoiled heiress who's been his childhood friend. She's deeply in love with him, hassles the heroine every day, and eventually ends up with her family ruined by the hero? The System: "Host, please note: the heiress will fall in love with the hero after he rescues her from kidnappers. Stop the seed of love from taking root immediately!" Bian Yingning sprinted after the kidnappers' car carrying the spoiled heiress. After chasing it for three blocks, she successfully got snatched into the car along with the heiress. The heiress: "Y-You... why did you follow them to rescue me?" Bian Yingning: "You're such a pampered little princess. I won't let a single hair on your head be harmed!" The heiress: "But when you fought me last month and yanked out half my hair, you didn't say that." Can this mission even be done? -- The System: "Host, please note: the top-tier star will step on her hem and fall into the hero's arms, sparking a scandal. The heroine will get jealous and flirt with her junior, and the hero will blacklist her. Stop this from happening immediately!" Bian Yingning kicked the hero standing beside the top-tier star away, then fell into the star's arms herself. The two spun gracefully together and gazed into each other's eyes. The star: "...Who are you?" Bian Yingning: "You might not believe this, but I'm a fan of yours of ten years. I've always admired you!" The star: "I've only been in the industry for six years..." This is ridiculous as hell. -- The System: "Host, please note: the gold-digging woman who doesn't want to work will try to seduce the hero by taking off her clothes, hoping to marry into wealth overnight. The heroine will catch them, run out, and get hit by a car. The hero will take his anger out on the gold-digger, leaving her to fall into the red-light district. Stop this!" Bian Yingning began getting close to the gold-digger and befriending her, speaking from the heart: "Girl, once I find myself a rich old man, the money I get after divorcing him will belong to the two of us. We'll live in neighboring apartments at the Chen Tang Yi Pin complex." The gold-digger: "Stop talking. I'll find the old man." Bian Yingning: "???" Can't you wait for my good news and take things one step at a time? -- Bian Yingning: "I'm only doing missions. It's your fault if you fall for me." The supporting female characters: "So what if she's leading us on? If she leads me on every day, how is that any different from loving me?" She's never going to date anyone in this life. This is the only way she can stay alive. (Actually, this is pretty great.) -- As she kept doing missions, Bian Yingning, the master of empty promises, task-crazed workaholic, and emotionally detached woman who thought the dazzling world would never sway her, finally crashed and burned. By the time she came to her senses, she'd already gotten together with Shang Qinghui, the fair-skinned, plump, proud-and-aloof, domineering woman. On the night she and Shang Qinghui made their relationship official, Bian Yingning looked back on the years they'd shared and found her eyes turning red without realizing it. She gazed at Shang Qinghui's face, so close to hers, waiting for her cool fingertips to drift down like soft feathers onto her warm cheek. Shang Qinghui looked at her tenderly and said, "Bian Yingning, your eyes have looked red all day. You don't think you've got pinkeye, do you?" * The next book, Romantic Allergy, is open for follows in the author's column. After thirty years of being single, Dou Anyao knelt devoutly before Buddha and prayed for a lover to fall from the sky. Then she slipped and tumbled down 999 steps. She woke up inside a yuri novel about a groveling ex who tried to win back his wife, only to have even his ashes scattered. Unfortunately, she was the pile of ashes. The original owner was a playgirl who flirted everywhere but never let anyone get close, a total heartbreaker. In the book, she had someone who loved her desperately, but she never appreciated her. Once that person found true love, the original owner clung to her and kept saying, "I'm sorry. I only just realized that you're the one I love." After hearing all this, Dou Anyao clenched her fists. "If you're going to be with someone, you should give them your heart. What respectable person becomes a player?" The Purity System applauded her. "The Host is right! The Host has the best values in the world!" "Because the original owner was such a heartbreaker and crushed the hearts of too many innocent girls, she angered the masses. Heaven is going to punish her. If you can't stay single for a year, you'll die." Dou Anyao: "I'll what?" Actually, she hadn't said much just now, had she? Dying was out of the question. Staying single should be a piece of cake, right? -- After transmigrating, Dou Anyao stood by the window, her back aching as she lit a cigarette. "You can go. Your skills are terrible. Let's never see each other again." The supermodel, a cool beauty who was still eager for more and had just booked them a candlelit dinner: "?" But you didn't say that last night. Why don't you take another look at the bite marks you left on my shoulder? -- The gentle songwriter, so popular that getting a collaboration with her was next to impossible, tagged her online. "Anyao, I've written a song that really suits your voice. I made it just for you." The whole internet erupted with envy, jealousy, and furious cries about how lucky this scheming green tea was. Dou Anyao, with her cold, unbothered attitude: "Throw it away. I can't stand the sight of you." The songwriter: "???" Didn't you come to my room and take your clothes off for this? Netizens: "???" How dare she? -- When she joined a dating show, everyone expected Dou Anyao to use every trick in the book to flirt with everyone again. Instead, she went on a rampage. When she received ninety-nine red roses, Dou Anyao sneezed. "Achoo! Sorry, I have rhinitis. Are you trying to kill me by giving me flowers?" When she received a handmade wooden carving, she said, "Uh, I don't mean to put you down, but I think there's lots of room for improvement. Keep working at it. One day you'll definitely be able to sell these at a stall. You can do it." When the Best Actor gazed at her with eyes he claimed were so tender they could drown a person, Dou Anyao waved a hand in front of his face. "Did you fall asleep? Or do you have a visual disorder?" -- When the cool supermodel made her a loving breakfast, Dou Anyao accidentally ate every last bite and almost licked the bowl clean. The System in her mind frantically warned her not to let the dazzling world cloud her judgment. Dou Anyao elegantly wiped her mouth. "Nicely done. If you can't walk the runway anymore, you can come work as my cook. I'll pay you 18,000 a month and cover your five kinds of social insurance and housing fund." The cool beauty sneered. "Sure, but I don't want money." Dou Anyao was puzzled. "Then what do you want?" "You." Me... dead? -- *Couple: cool supermodel and Dou Anyao Moral: Love yourself well. Don't lose yourself for anyone or anything.