After I Transmigrated into a Book, Everyone Started to Love Me

Xue Nian transmigrated into a novel as the real daughter, abandoned in the countryside, and got saddled with the role of a cannon-fodder foil.

The fake daughter easily won her family’s affection, while the real daughter humbly tried to please them and got nothing but cold stares.

The fake daughter shone brightly in showbiz, while the real daughter was blacklisted before she could even debut.

The fake daughter kept the villainous big shot at arm’s length, while the real daughter threw herself at him and became everyone’s laughingstock.

After reading the plot, Xue Nian: [Meme of an old man staring at his phone on the subway]

I’m out of here. She was going to carve the words “shine on your own” into her lungs and make them part of her being.

But then Xue Nian realized the plot was getting confusing.

Weren’t they supposed to be poor country folk? Why could her adoptive parents and brother buy a house as easily as buying groceries?

Wasn’t her whole family supposed to hate her? Why were her biological parents and brother begging her to come home every day?

And why was that villainous big shot looking at her with an increasingly resentful gaze?

Xue Nian: “Keep up your cold and distant act. Don’t ride my coattails.”

The villainous big shot: “I’m not interested in you.” (closing in inch by inch)

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Everyone among Kyoto’s elite knew that Young Master Xu hated clingy fangirls, especially Xue Nian.

When she finally got herself half-killed, everyone wondered how she would push Young Master Xu’s limits once she recovered.

But the clingy fangirl finally settled down.

Her lovesick heart turned to ambition, and she thrived in showbiz. Top luxury brands fought to make her their ambassador, A-list directors begged her to join their projects, and puppy-like fans and big shots from every field went to great lengths just to make her smile.

Xu family bodyguard: “Thank goodness. The young master has finally gotten rid of Xue Nian.”

Xu Shihe gritted his teeth. “Good. Very good.” (crushing his romantic rivals)