I Prove My Way Through the CEO Novel

Shen Ruzhen is a lawyer who suddenly transmigrates into a tragic female supporting character in a domineering CEO novel.

The original Shen Ruzhen was the cousin of the CEO male lead's first love. Because she looked about seventy percent like her cousin, the male lead treated her as a stand-in while his true love was studying abroad.

She diligently played the role of a stand-in every day, smiling and chatting with him, only to be kicked aside when his true love returned to the country and end up with a bad ending.

On her first day after transmigrating into a book, at a candlelit dinner, the male lead gives her a cold, critical look. "You don't look like her when you smile."

Shen Ruzhen is intrigued. "Have you paid my wages? Do they meet the local minimum wage? Have taxes been withheld and paid?"

Male lead: "?"

Shen Ruzhen grabs her bag and leaves. "Expecting a worker to do a job without paying them is ridiculous!"

But this romance novel is actually a mash-up of several stories! The number of domineering CEOs increases by one, then one, then one, then one...

The wife of CEO A comes to Shen Ruzhen in tears. "Our families are a perfect match, but he wants to divorce me. He says he only likes that pure, innocent, unpretentious little white flower!"

Shen Ruzhen: "All right, ma'am. You don't want a divorce, then?"

The wife: "I've wanted one for ages, but the property..."

Shen Ruzhen: "No problem! I'll make sure he leaves with nothing!"

CEO A: Dead.

CEO B's mistress: "He's a complete demon! He said that if I don't stay with him, he'll ruin the lives of all my friends and family!"

Shen Ruzhen pulls out a copy of the Criminal Law. "No problem! Let's see which laws he's broken. I guarantee I'll ruin his life!"

CEO B: Dead.

-----Next novel: I Wanted to Be the Killer, but Became the Victim-----

[Mystery + Infinite Rebirth]

The most renowned psychiatrist in the galaxy receives a special patient:

Cen Jiao, the wife of the Federation President, a woman whom the media and public consider a beautiful but useless ornament.

In the counseling room, Cen Jiao's delicate, heart-shaped face is deathly pale. She clutches her sleeve tightly. "Doctor, I think someone is trying to kill me."

"Yesterday, when my husband and I attended a banquet, we encountered an assassin."

"The day before, I was arranging flowers at home when a crystal chandelier fell from the ceiling and hit me on the head."

"A week ago, I was walking down the street when a car with failing brakes hit me and sent me flying."

The psychiatrist speaks gently. "Those were all accidents. You're still alive, aren't you? If it were an assassination attempt, you wouldn't have escaped so easily..."

"No, I've actually already died."

The seeds in the psychiatrist's hand drop, and his mouth forms an O.

Cen Jiao twists her fingers nervously. "I remember clearly. The assassin's knife pierced my heart, the chandelier cracked my skull, and the out-of-control car split me in half... But afterward, I returned to the time before the disaster. Could it be that life and death exist in a quantum superposition? In your eyes, I'm sitting here perfectly well, but in reality, I'm already a corpse."

The psychiatrist blurts out, "No, no, no, that's absolutely impossible!"

Cen Jiao sighs, thanks the psychiatrist, and walks outside.

Her driver opens the car door for her, and she responds with a polite smile.

But in her heart, she thinks:

Some people are alive, yet have already died thousands upon thousands of times.

The troubling part is, they don't even know who killed them.

.

When she gets home, she chops the vegetables, boils the water, and puts the soup on to simmer. When its rich, delicious aroma fills the air, she pours the soup into two bowls.

Then she grabs a handful of deadly poison and evenly sprinkles it into the bowl meant for her husband.

When she carries the two bowls of soup to the table, as she hoped, she hears the door open.

Her extraordinarily handsome presidential husband walks up to the table. Looking down at her with deep affection, he says, "Next time, let the servants handle these little things."

Cen Jiao smiles. "How could I?"

"Dalang, I mean, darling, have some soup~"

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