I transmigrated into a book.
I became Ling Qiyu, the peerlessly beautiful woman in a male-oriented xuanhuan novel.
The original novel described her like this: "On the Xuantian Continent, the mark of a true powerhouse has never been a title, much less a weapon. It is a woman. Whoever possesses this woman is the true strongest person of the age."
Lin Yu recalled, with trembling hands, the "powerhouses of the age" whom Ling Qiyu would follow in the future, willingly or otherwise.
From Bu Suiyun of Wushou Mountain to Jin Yi of the Tianyi Sect,
from Kan Tingyu of the Xuanming Palace to Feng Jin of the Wuji Sect,
then Qi Kai of the Changheng Sword Sect and Guo Yizhou of the Xiaoyao Sect.
And, of course, last but not least, the original novel's male lead, Jiang Chengyu.
Those were only the characters Lin Yu could remember.
If she counted the ones she couldn't,
Ling Qiyu had followed at least eighteen, if not twenty, "real and fake big shots."
Lin Yu thought about it.
Rather than kill herself and go back to being a corporate drone,
she might as well be a peerlessly beautiful woman with looks, money, family, and connections.
As for becoming a "human-shaped accessory for a big shot"...
Lin Yu figured that if she became a lazy fish and lowered her presence as much as possible,
maybe she could keep her head down and make it to the ending.
Theme: With the right attitude, you can survive even the most desperate circumstances.
