The Max-Level Master of Manipulation Goes on a Rampage

Ji Huan was bored, so she read a melodramatic novel, cursed at it, and transmigrated into the book. The heroine of the story had secretly loved the hero for eight years, only for the second female lead to steal him away and turn all her devotion into a joke. Everyone said she was a useless airhead who did nothing but cling to Lu Tingyu all day and embarrass the Ji family. Then an internationally renowned hacker attacked the security system of Kyoto’s biggest conglomerate. While its top technical experts panicked, Ji Huan took one look, chewing gum. “Wow, you’re really bad at this.” The experts stared at the crashed intranet interface, their mouths twitching. “If you can do better, then do it yourself.” Ji Huan did just that. In a few minutes, she reinforced the firewall and sent the hacker an internationally recognized friendly greeting: the middle finger. She even developed the Slori system for life sciences, built a super-intelligent AI, and planned investment projects… The experts trembled in fear: “…” Netizens were in awe and flooded Ji Huan’s Weibo comments to worship the genius. One comment was short, but impossible to miss. Some young master from Kyoto: Come home for dinner. Black-braised beef. Below it was a picture of something pitch-black, like it had been burned to a crisp. Ji Huan: “…” The internet exploded. Since when could the young master of Kyoto’s aristocratic Jiang family cook? And where did this surprise sister-in-law come from!!! A short-tempered, sly heroine × an abstinent, brooding young man