(Written for practice. Updates whenever.)
In her previous life, actress Jiang Ran was betrayed by everyone.
Her father kicked her out of the house, and her younger sister stole her fiance.
She died wrongfully, with nothing but a tarnished reputation to her name.
When she opened her eyes again, Jiang Ran discovered she'd been reborn in the body of Jiang Ran, a girl disguising herself as a boy in a boy band.
The kid could barely sing or dance, her acting was awful, and she had nothing but a pretty face. Fans called her the worst eye candy in the business.
There was a tyrant in the group, bad-tempered and weird, especially toward her. He was always scowling and looking down his nose at everyone.
Until one day, Jiang Ran found an old photo album of herself in the tyrant's room…
Coming soon: The Guys I Ran Into After Transmigrating into My Dad's Old-School Angsty Romance Novel
An Zhiyi grew up with her mother and older brother. For the past seventeen years, she'd believed her father had died young.
Then, when her mother was critically ill and on her deathbed, she let the truth slip: her father had abandoned her and her brother along with their mother.
Her mother was gravely ill and had no one to care for her.
Her father, meanwhile, was a top-tier star, living a life of luxury.
So this was the classic angsty romance plot where the heroine runs away with a child, except the child was me.
After a freak car accident sent her seventeen years into the past, the System told her that the future could only be changed if she got her parents together.
An Zhiyi etched the mission into her heart. To save her mother, she would keep a close eye on her "dad."
When "Dad" was down, she cheered him up.
When "Dad" was hurt, she looked after him.
When "Dad" was dating, she sabotaged it.
She gave it her all to get Dad back on the right track!
Just when she thought her mission was almost complete, she ran into her older brother, who had also transmigrated.
Then he told her:
"You've got the wrong dad!"
Theme: Wherever you are, never give up hope