The Crowd Favorite Has Something Wrong with Her Head

She woke up and found herself in the interstellar era.

The moment she opened her eyes, Zhi Wei met her fated crush in the hospital room!

The man held a bouquet of flowers. A plain, understated ring sat on his slender ring finger, and a careless smile played across his handsome face. His lips parted slightly as he started to open his arms to her...

Zhi Wei knew they were a wealthy business couple arranged by the script, with nothing between them but mutual interests.

But her breathing was ragged, her heart was pounding, and one look from him sent her heart fluttering so wildly she could have run three laps around the Pacific Ocean.

What else could this be but love!

She rushed into his arms first, eyes brimming with tears. "Hubby, hug me!"

"...?"

The man's arms went rigid, and the pristine white flowers fell to the floor.

Zhi Wei didn't see his face twist for a split second or the corners of his mouth begin to twitch.

*

It took three months of playing house before Zhi Wei found out:

1. She hadn't transmigrated. She'd simply hit her head during her second differentiation into an Omega, leaving her memories in disarray.

2. The crush in the hospital room wasn't her fiance. He was her mortal enemy.

He hadn't rushed over to visit her that day, looking windblown and weary. He'd come to see if she was dead, eager to be the first to send a wreath.

And her heart pounding around him wasn't love. It was the intense reaction of enemies meeting, commonly known as wanting to kill someone.

Zhi Wei :)

Now, her enemy, who still didn't know her memories had returned, was pretending to be her husband and cooking in an apron at their future home. Her actual fiance's luxury car was following just two meters behind her. And the gloomy ex-boyfriend she'd dumped before her differentiation had hacked into her AI and sent her a message:

[Wei Wei, things got out of hand, huh? I'm watching you.]

[Count me in. Four people at home is just enough for a mahjong table. ^-^]

Zhi Wei :)

Count your own uncle.

You're all dead! Every last one of you!

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[The plain ring is a misunderstanding. All the men are pure.]

First draft archived on 2025.7.8

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