After I Transmigrated Into a Book, I Played the Big Shot

Qin Shang transmigrated into a book. She became a pitiful little thing brought home from the scene of a big shot’s bloody shopping spree. The big shot was sinister and unscrupulous, and every one of his second-, third-, fourth-, fifth-, sixth-, seventh-, and eighth-in-command underlings was worth a fortune. Qin Shang saw people the way she saw money. She recited calming mantras every day, until she finally became impressive enough (reckless enough) to catch the big shot’s attention. With tears and snot streaming down her face, Qin Shang pleaded, “I don’t smoke, I don’t drink, and I’m not greedy for money. If you won’t even let me be lecherous, how am I supposed to live?” The big shot could barely look at her. “Fine. You may be lecherous.” -- At the awards ceremony, Qin Shang went onstage to give a speech. The applause thundered, and she smiled. “Let’s keep a low profile, a low profile, a low...” She stared in shock at the man seated above her, her vision went black, and she fainted on the spot. “What happened to her?” The man’s voice was languid and deep. “Maybe she got too excited.” Qin Shang: “...” Go to hell with your “too excited.”