Don't Cry, Young Master Feng. Your Wife Didn't Betray You This Time

[Double Secret Identities + Feel-Good Payoff + Livestreaming + Sweet Romance!] Yan Wan, an all-around genius from another world, unexpectedly transmigrates into a novel. The moment she opens her eyes, she finds herself in the body of a troublemaking cannon-fodder character, exiled to a small county town to fend for herself after angering the family heir. Yan Wan rubs her hands together. Great, I know all about making a comeback and face-slapping! But it turns out the cannon-fodder character had one final wish: Yan Wan must keep causing trouble until everyone is on their knees, crying out that she did a great job! Yan Wan resists the idea, but soon discovers that being a troublemaker is actually a blast! She picks a fight with a stock market god, tears into the heir to ancient medicine for being unskilled, and boasts shamelessly in front of a top physicist... Someone maliciously livestreams all of it. Yan Wan gets dragged across the trending topics and swarmed by haters. Then, all of a sudden, people discover that the stock market god has been pushed to the brink of bankruptcy. The heir to ancient medicine publicly announces that he wants her as his master. A high-energy physics problem that has troubled the world for years is solved by her in five minutes... The haters: ??? The heir to the wealthy Feng family is secretly recuperating in a small county town, where he also looks after his poor childhood betrothed. Who knew this poor little thing would reveal one secret identity after another, even lifting his chin to say, “It’s okay if you’re broke. I’ll support you from now on?” Young Master Feng at first: Do I look like I need someone to support me? Young Master Feng later: It feels so good to be spoiled by my wife. But more and more suitors keep appearing around his wife, each one exceptionally capable... Helpless, Young Master Feng goes home and inherits a trillion-yuan fortune. Now his wife is angry and wants a divorce! So Young Master Feng can only summon the media, wrap his arms around his wife’s waist, and sob, “Madam, don’t be a heartbreaker!”