Transmigrated into a Powerful Man's Golden Canary

When Jiang Yaosheng opened her eyes, she wasn't at the Bridge of Helplessness, and no one was asking her to drink Meng Po's soup. This place was peaceful and prosperous, a beautiful world she had never even dared to dream of.

There was just one problem: in her previous life, her body had been tricked into signing a contract of servitude. If she didn't obey and go entertain some powerful big shot, she would never be able to turn her life around.

In her past life, Jiang Yaosheng would rather die than submit. Resolutely prepared to die again if she had to, she went to the appointment, only to see at the banquet the woman who had protected her in her previous life, but died young. In a daze, Jiang Yaosheng hurriedly stopped her from leaving and spoke without thinking.

"A Wan, take me with you?"

*

Fu Zhewan's sexual orientation was no secret.

At a banquet, someone brought along a group of young actresses. Fu Zhewan had always wanted nothing to do with this sort of transaction, so she stood up to leave. But then a soft body wrapped around her legs, stopping her.

The young actress who fell into her arms wore a qipao, with black hair, red lips, and white teeth. She had a slender waist, soft lips, and gentle eyes, and spoke in a quiet voice. She was irresistibly alluring.

Though she knew this was a transaction, Fu Zhewan couldn't help taking her away from that mire.

She gave her the very best of everything, keeping her in a warm, fragrant home. And the young woman was as gentle, considerate, charming, and obedient as any caged songbird, always thoughtful and attentive. Until one night, the woman with her arms around Fu Zhewan's neck murmured as if dreaming, her voice soft and sweet: "A Wan, tomorrow I'll make your favorite osmanthus pastries."

Fu Zhewan froze. She didn't like sweets. Every time, she'd only pretended to enjoy them to please Jiang Yaosheng. She had never once said she liked osmanthus pastries.

All that tenderness and affection seemed to plunge into icy winter waters, but Fu Zhewan still couldn't let go. Then one day, as Jiang Yaosheng hummed a tune and said in her gentle voice that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with her, Fu Zhewan could no longer lie to herself. Fighting the pain as if her heart were being cut open, she spoke coldly.

"Jiang Yaosheng, who is the A Wan you call out to every day?"

"The A Wan you love, the A Wan you want to spend the rest of your life with... who is she, really?"

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