After transmigrating into a book, Ji Qingling stared at the filthy male lead before her, lost in thought.
In the original novel, the male lead, Lin Yi, lost both parents when he was young and vowed to cultivate hard to avenge their deaths. Later, he met the heroine at Xiuyun Sect. She gave him resources in their daily lives and even took a blade for him in a secret realm, falling into a deep sleep. Only after the male lead became a god was she finally awakened.
A classic sacrificial heroine: after she was sacrificed, she slept all the way until the ending, when the male lead, now a god, woke her up. She had so little screen time that the only reason for this plot, apparently, was that the author didn’t know how to write romance.
After recalling the plot, Ji Qingling shook her head. Heroines in male-oriented novels had it way too dangerous. Whoever wanted to be the sleeping beauty could do it. Rather than get sacrificed, she’d rather be an angel investor.
Anyway, she knew the plot inside out, so every investment was a sure thing. She’d turn a profit without fail, and could coast safely all the way to the ending. What could be better?
Ji Qingling nodded in satisfaction. Yes, she’d invested in practically every powerful character she could remember.
It was all set, completely foolproof. She could already see a wonderful life waving her over.
As she watched the people crowding around her, all clamoring to repay her kindness, Lin Yi alone clenched his fists. He could understand the men, but why were even the women saying they wanted to give themselves to her?
