The Tragic Novel's Heroine, but an ISTJ

In a tragic novel called No One Loves Her, the heroine spends her whole life searching for love from others.

Her boyfriend and older brother only have eyes for their beloved white moonlight. She pours her heart and soul into clearing their paths, only to be dismissed with a careless remark that she is a poor imitation.

Her childhood friend acts considerate and caring to her face, then turns around and spreads nasty rumors about her.

She gets none of the things she longs for: love, friendship, or family affection.

In the end, the heroine dies a violent death on a cold, desolate night of rain.

Only after the killer is caught and they see her mangled remains do those people suddenly remember how good she was. They gather before her memorial portrait, weeping uncontrollably.

And so they spend the rest of their peaceful lives repenting.

Then Duan Dai transmigrates into a book and becomes the tragic heroine herself.

Duan Dai: ?

People's joys and sorrows are not shared. She just thinks they're noisy.

Turning around, she sees the overdue deadline the original heroine put off until the last minute.

Duan Dai: My company pays me, so I'd better get to work.

When the scumbag boyfriend once again cries about how much he longs for his white moonlight, Duan Dai rolls her eyes while looking up a word in the dictionary. "If you like her, go find her. Crying won't solve anything."

The scumbag boyfriend is left speechless.

When her childhood friend asks her to do his work for him, Duan Dai looks up from a mountain of documents. "You can't even do something this simple? Take the class again."

Then she mutters under her breath, "My hatred of stupid people is acting up."

Her childhood friend breaks into a cold sweat.

Her older brother sits in her office a few minutes too long. Duan Dai checks the time for the eight-hundredth time. "Do you realize this is throwing off my schedule?"

Her older brother flushes red.

ISTJs don't care who you like. ISTJs dislike all of you equally.

The scumbag boyfriend, who keeps threatening to break up, is driven to tears by her cold shoulder. Her childhood friend, who treats her like a fool, loses sleep all night over her calling him stupid. Her brother, who always complains that she's annoying, turns meek and quiet when she asks, "Could you please respect my boundaries?"

Duan Dai keeps working, translating all kinds of literary works. In just a few years, she goes from an editor's right-hand woman to a publishing house's star asset, winning award after award and making a name for herself at home and abroad.

Then they suddenly repent, humbly begging her to forgive them.

Duan Dai rubs her temples. "Could you all give it a rest? I'm really busy."

[ISTJs make solving problems their primary goal. They are decisive but not very empathetic, reliable but cold, and often get teased for being like robots.]

The heroine fits the stereotypical ISTJ: a workaholic and somewhat cold.

The heroine's love interest is not any of the characters mentioned in the blurb.

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As the only son of the Hai family of the imperial capital, Hai Yanyun has lived a life of luxury for over twenty years, noble from the marrow of his bones to the tips of his hair.

So the first time he sees Leng Qingmo, he knows she's a fake socialite.

Her car is rented, her purse is fake, her bank card is expired, and the villa photos are stolen.

She takes one first-class flight and can film and edit eight hundred different vlogs about it.

She talks about existentialism one moment and deconstructionism the next, but in reality, she's only memorized the authors' biographies and book titles.

She learns a little about metaphysics and historical materialism, then shamelessly says, "Let's do philosophy."

He pretends to be taken in by her carefully curated persona for fun, while privately betting with his friends on when she'll be exposed.

Unfortunately, a stream of influencers pretending to be rich second-generation heirs crash and burn, while Leng Qingmo remains utterly unshaken.

Hai Yanyun clicks his tongue. He hadn't expected her to be so good at keeping up the act.

But when the day finally comes for her to be exposed, he can't sit still.

What he doesn't know is this:

Leng Qingmo is the real heiress of the Hai family.

And he is just a fake young master who took over the nest.

Premise: Don't cry over broken eggs