After Becoming the Richest, I Started Living Out the Villainess's Plot

Looking for readers for my upcoming historical transmigration romance, Almost Starved to Death

This story is [not well written, not recommended]

[Decisive, resilient rich girl x Beautiful, reborn schemer who hides his true nature]

Liao Rong transmigrated into a book, but this world was nothing like the novel she'd only read the blurb for. It wasn't even remotely similar.

The promised household power struggles? It turned into nation-building.

The promised villainess? She became a frail, pitiful girl.

Then the commercial environment fueled her entrepreneurial spirit, and before she knew it... she had become the richest person in the Sheng Kingdom!

After she'd settled into a life where she could do whatever she wanted because she was rich, the long-missing System appeared and told her that the plot in which the cannon-fodder villainess latched onto a powerful patron was about to begin. She had to rely on it to change the plot if she wanted to survive.

Liao Rong: Three years, then another three years. I've worked my way up to become the richest person in the country, and now you want me to cling to someone's coattails?

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When Mei Yanbai opened his eyes again, he was once more a useless scholar, the son of a condemned official, and a poor commoner.

As he wandered helplessly in the rain, a woman in a white dress approached with an umbrella. She was different from the woman he remembered: beautiful, intelligent, and bold enough to reject a royal relative.

The umbrella in her slender, pale hand shielded him from the confusion of the rain and mist. All the suffering of his previous life, his humiliation, his scars, the people who had turned against him, were kept at bay.

After that, he calmly watched as this granddaughter of the Jingguo Duke of the Liao family in the capital seemed to go out of her way to approach him. What was she trying to get from him?

But he couldn't figure Liao Rong out. She was now the richest person in the country, and nothing about her was like the woman he'd known in his previous life. She seemed to look down on everyone, yet she treated him with care at every turn.

How could he not read too much into that? How could he not do more?

In the warm spring sunshine, a seed hidden in Mei Yanbai's heart broke through the earth with a green sprout.

It was the woman in white who had come with an umbrella through the rainy mists of Jingzhou.

He had found his purpose in life.

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Liao Rong prided herself on being a tough, capable woman. Men would only slow down her money-making, but...

A stunningly beautiful top scholar was, of course, an exception.

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A sweet one-on-one romance. The heroine is decisive and efficient, with a focus on getting things done.

#TheLifeOfAnUnreliableSystem#

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Upcoming story blurb:

Wen Yao transmigrated and received a simple System.

"You must choose to stay alive, or you will get the ending you least want."

The plain black words on a white background vanished in an instant, as if afraid she might read them clearly.

There seemed to be some deeper meaning to it, but Wen Yao was too busy to puzzle it out. She was nearly starving to death.

She began doing whatever she could to stay alive, such as keeping on the good side of a madman... He was the sort of man who showed off his gold and jewels to beggars, and called himself "His Majesty."

Wen Yao also met a lean man carrying a blade. His clothes were ragged and his gaze deep. He had the air of a villain as soon as he appeared, but he never spoke.

The swordsman looked like one of those silent, inscrutable characters from a novel.

But why was he staring at the big white steamed bun she'd managed to scrounge?

War raged, the land lay barren for thousands of miles, corpses littered the roads, and plague ran rampant. Yet none of it felt as threatening as the armed brute right in front of her.

She couldn't afford to provoke him, so Wen Yao broke off half of her only way to survive and gave it to him. The chilblains on the back of her hand were red and swollen.

She urged him, "Go. You'll be killed if you stay here."

And he really did leave.

The next day, the swordsman returned. He silently stared at her, alive and still managing to scrounge a bun.

Without another word, she broke off half and gave it to him again.

Later, the swordsman took her hand and silently led her away from their temporary shelter.

Wen Yao looked at a tender yellow shoot pushing through a crack in the bricks. Its color was bright and beautiful. "All right," she said.

The two of them traveled together, evading the fires of war, crossing layers of verdant mountains, listening to waterfalls thunder down, smelling the tea blossoms in the hills, and eating peaches with frost-red skins. They saw all kinds of lives: the timid finding courage, the indifferent learning to love, and those who had sought death choosing to live...

"A Ya, isn't being alive a wonderful thing?"

"Ah!"

A short reply came as soon as she finished speaking. Wen Yao couldn't help smiling softly. "Yes. It really is."

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"I've met someone besides Master who'll give me food. I have to stick with her."

The man with the blade on his back looked calm as he chewed his bun. He didn't think his plan was the least bit shameless.

And besides...

He wanted to make sure she didn't die young, like Master.

"Master, I've found the thing you told me to live for."

Theme: Achieve your goals through hard work