The spoiled rich kid Lin Qing died in a car crash after a bout of reckless driving, then transmigrated into a book as the fake heiress in a school novel.
As the clear-cut foil to the true heiress heroine:
The true heiress is kind, pitiful, and beautiful, while the fake heiress is eccentric, cold, and stone-faced.
The true heiress is warmhearted, pure, and noble, while the fake heiress is vile, malicious, and downright wicked.
With the fake heiress as her foil, the true heiress is loved by everyone. In the end, she and the male lead live happily ever after, beginning a life of bliss.
The fake heiress, meanwhile, meets a tragic end, swept away by the raging river into the endless darkness on a stormy night, with everyone cheering at her demise.
Lin Qing, who had never suffered such an indignity, widened her eyes. "Can I really take this job?"
The System, which had dug up Lin Qing's death certificate: "You can."
Lin Qing gritted her teeth. "Fine... I can take it if I have to. All I need to do is make people hate me, right? That's what I'm good at!"
So Lin Qing fell back on her old tricks as a spoiled rich kid: acting arrogant and tyrannical, indulging in a life of luxury, flirting with the male lead, and bullying the heroine.
With Lin Qing standing beside the true heiress, anyone would think the true heiress was a delicate little white flower, swaying in the wind but refusing to break.
The System watched with satisfaction as the male lead's gaze grew ever more heated when he looked at Lin Qing.
Lin Qing was pleased with her perfectly executed escape plan. This script was pretty easy after all.
But then her escape plan was torn to shreds and sunk to the bottom of the river. The heroine, who should have been kind and pure, was exposed for a heap of scandals, while the male lead, who should have been living happily with the heroine, blocked Lin Qing's way out. He gripped her chin, leaned closer, and whispered, "Darling, isn't it a little late to run now?"
The plot had collapsed, the System had crashed, and as she stared at the man closing in on her, Lin Qing was a little bewildered. "Am I... too late, or not?"
Theme: Life is like a play, and it all comes down to your acting
There is a memory of the original owner, but the original owner's mathematical talent was not inherited?
The male mother lives in Bengbu hahahaha