Jiang Ci read a web novel written by her friend and got into an argument with her over a side character's story. She got so worked up that she had a stroke.
When she woke up, she had become the doomed supporting character in her friend's story, and the turning point of her fate was just around the corner. So she decisively chose a different path.
Hmph, you think you get to decide what happens in your novel? No, I decide what happens in my life.
A proxy marriage? Sure.
The other party is ugly, tall and burly, and stutters? No problem. Looks can't put food on the table, and a stutter is perfect: no smooth talk or flirting with other women.
He won't survive thirty chapters? Nonsense. That's only because the unscrupulous author insists on making him do stupid things.
Marrying him means becoming a widow in all but name? Still better than being sold to a brothel.
He's dull-witted, and if he doesn't get killed off, he'll probably end up a pauper? Still better than being hacked to death by rebel troops.
What, pass information to powerful men at the brothel and risk it all for wealth and status? Give me a break. That's not for me.
When the bridal veil is lifted, she thinks, Wait, this is wrong. I was told he was ugly! You call this mixed-race face ugly?
When he finishes listing all her "crimes" in one breath, Jiang Ci stares at him with wide, puzzled eyes. What happened to the stutter? Oh, he only stutters when she kisses him. Heh.
Watching the father and son race horses at the track, Jiang Ci suddenly thinks he must live for at least a hundred chapters.
Then she looks back at the four little ones behind her, one, two, three, four. Hmph, who said she'd be a widow in all but name? All she's done these past years is have babies. Boohoo...
Theme: I may be a supporting character in someone else's story, but I have to be the protagonist of my own life
