How Would You Know the Female Side Character Would Rise to the Top Without Transmigrating into a Book?

Can you transmigrate just by getting smacked in the face by your own tablet?

And into a son-in-law novel, no less, as the fiancee of its scumbag son-in-law protagonist: a disposable female side character he uses and then throws away!

Reading it was such a thrill. Now I hate it just as much.

Fang Qing only wants to shout, "You pig-trotter, stay the hell away from me!"

The people you face-slap and crush on your way to success are my family and friends, real people with real lives. What gives you the right to turn them into stepping stones?

What gives you the right!?

From now on, I decide how my story goes.