The Villainous Big Shot’s High-Maintenance Beauty

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Wen Feiyuan was killed by an object thrown from a height.

The good news: she's alive again, transmigrated into a period novel as a scheming, white-lotus girl who has a crush on the male lead. She can only stay alive by keeping up the act and winning him over.

Wen Feiyuan, who was single her whole life: ...

But when she sees that she has only two hours left to live, she grits her teeth. Fine, let's do this!

The bad news: The System is short on energy and has lost the plot and the identities of the main characters.

Wen Feiyuan: ...If you want me dead, just say so.

The System thumps its chest and promises: Don't worry, I can detect energy. I'll alert you automatically when someone with a high energy level appears. We'll definitely find him!

Wen Feiyuan relaxes, then heads out to look for the male lead. She has just reached the neighbor's gate when the System instantly activates a mission!

[Ding! Host, please complete the scheming-girl beginner mission: Get the boy's attention. Mission reward: three hours of life.]

Wen Feiyuan looks at the person in the courtyard, and her memories come flooding back.

An antisocial boy + deaf in his left ear + both parents dead + only one grandfather!

Isn't he the perfect tragic-but-handsome male lead?

The System is excited: Let's go with the redemption route!

Confident in her years of reading novels and the System's help, Wen Feiyuan is sure they have this in the bag!

Later, after the System is repaired, the girl and the System finally realize they have been winning over the villain!

Wen Feiyuan: What do we do? What do we do?

The System: Don't panic. I'll take you to find the male lead, and we'll start over. This time, we'll get it right!

Wen Feiyuan: Okay!

Just as the girl and the System are secretly plotting their escape, Fang Xunzhi, who has always been gentle and courteous, turns around and locks the courtyard gate. He looks at Wen Feiyuan and asks in a voice so gentle it sends a shiver down her spine, "Zheng'er, where are you going?"

Wen Feiyuan is stunned. Her white-lotus nature kicks in at once. "Into your heart!"

*

Ever since Fang Xunzhi was caught in the act of being "bullied" by Wen Feiyuan, he has found it harder and harder to understand his neighbor.

Behind his back, she can lift a whole sack of rice with one hand, but the moment she sees him, she turns weak and cries that her hand hurts.

Out in public, she can make people furious with her words, but when she sees him, she tearfully tells him someone bullied her.

And she has to pinch the flesh on her own arm to make herself cry.

To figure out what she was after, Fang Xunzhi deliberately went along with Wen Feiyuan's advances, only to hear her thoughts.

'His eyelashes are so long. I bet I could balance a matchstick on them.'

'His hands are beautiful, and his handwriting is handsome too.'

'He even has abs. I want to touch them...'

Fang Xunzhi's face turns red, and he no longer dares look Wen Feiyuan in the eye.

'Is he standing so close because he wants to kiss me?'

Fang Xunzhi immediately backs away and flees in a panic, afraid to hear any more.

So Wen Feiyuan has been getting close to him because she likes him.

She likes him.

Fang Xunzhi has never been liked by anyone before. After some hesitation, he allows Wen Feiyuan to grow close and brings her into his circle of protection.

Until, on a beautiful, sunny day, Fang Xunzhi hears that Wen Feiyuan likes the wrong person and has decided to abandon him.

Fang Xunzhi lowers his head and laughs aloud, revealing a smile he has never shown before.

Reader's note:

1. This is a fictional period setting, based on the novel the protagonist transmigrates into. Please don't overanalyze it.

2. The male lead is devastatingly handsome and can hear the female lead's thoughts. He pretends to be a pitiful weakling at first, while the female lead is an utterly straightforward girl.

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Next up: Scheming Stepmother After Transmigrating into the Future Prime Minister's Story

When Xia Shuli wakes up, she finds herself in the body of a seventeen-year-old girl, sitting beneath a red bridal veil on a wedding bed strewn with dried fruit. Before the veil can even be lifted, her husband dies, leaving her a young widow with an eight-year-old stepson and a reputation for bringing bad luck to her husband.

Fortunately, her unfortunate husband was one of the wealthiest men in Pingshan Village, so she won't have to worry about money. Before she can figure out her plans, her stepson listens to his aunt's family's lies and insists on taking the family fortune to live with them. Xia Shuli, who knows she can't raise a child, breathes a sigh of relief, packs her things, and returns to her parents' home, ready to lead the whole family out of poverty and into prosperity!

But when she returns home full of ambition, Xia Shuli learns that her original self was a spoiled troublemaker. Apart from winning the affection of her looks-obsessed mother, she was disliked by everyone. Within days, rumors spread through the village that she had worked her new husband to death.

After finally repairing her reputation, Xia Shuli runs into her stepson in town, fighting with beggars over food. Once she learns the reason, she takes pity on him and brings the now fierce and embittered boy back to the village. To keep him from going astray, she sends him to school.

Later, Lin Moqian rises step by step from a mere licentiate to become the youngest prime minister of the dynasty, a man no one dares offend.

Xia Shuli realizes that her stepson is looking at her in an increasingly strange way. One dark and windy night, she packs a bundle full of banknotes and tries to run away.

"An'an, where are you going?"

"You little brat, did you learn nothing at school? You can't call me by my childhood name! I... Mmph! Let... let go..."

Theme: The power to choose one's path is always in one's own hands