After the adoptive parents who raised me died unexpectedly, the head of a Fortune Global 500 company found me and told me I was their daughter, switched at birth seventeen years ago.
That day, grateful, I arrived at the gates of a mansion. There I saw the heiress I had been switched with, weeping prettily against her brother's chest.
The man who was, in biological terms, my father lovingly carried his little princess back to her room, then had a housekeeper show me to a guest room.
The eldest son, who had just looked so tender and concerned, turned around and warned me not to bother his sister, the family's precious darling.
So I stayed at home, walking on eggshells, for three months. But I still "deliberately" bumped into the little princess.
At the little princess's request, I was packed off to an elite school. The school bully in my grade gave me trouble every three days, and my fiancé in my class reminded me three times a day to stay away from him.
A ten-thousand-yuan scholarship each month was my only hope of survival, so I studied hard. I won the top scholarship in my first monthly exam, but after the second exam, I was reported for cheating.
The little princess pleaded with my furious CEO father on my behalf, but I was still kicked out of both the house and the school.
With only two yuan and fifty cents to my name, I went to make a living off my looks in showbiz. Haters mocked me for having no education, accused me of seeking attention, and said I was being kept...
Later, a System took me to complete quick transmigration missions. I became an overworked wage slave on call around the clock, but I also started an online relationship with another Host whose voice was incredibly nice!
My obsession with good-looking men finally helped my mental health recover to some extent.
We fought on the same interstellar battlefield, served the same lovesick tyrant, protected the same serum, and defended the same declining sect.
On the night we finished our missions, he said, "Wait for me. Wait for me to come find you in your world."
Later, I returned to the real world and became a lie-flat couch potato who spent all her time online. That's when I learned the saying: A man's words are just lies.
In my barren world, where are you?
Theme: Even the most barren soil can bloom with flowers that are loved
