I transmigrated into a book as the villainous female lead in a domineering CEO novel. In the original story, she humiliated the poor male lead, Huo Chen, and ended up suffering a terrible revenge, with her family destroyed and everyone dead. To stay alive, I decided to defy fate and change my destiny: I gave him money when he was down, paved the way for him when he was in danger, and used "angel investment" to tie his future to mine. All I wanted was to max out his favorability and leave once my mission was done.
Until he reached the top of the financial headlines and cornered me, a dark flame I had never seen before surging in his eyes. "You've been so good to me. Is it because... you knew from the start that this world was a book?"
My whole body went cold. My biggest secret had been exposed.
Even more terrifyingly, he leaned close to my ear and calmly added, "By the way, let me tell you: this is already my... ninth time loading a save and starting over."
It turned out that what I thought was a rescue was merely the one variable that had finally appeared in his endless loop.
When someone who transmigrated into a book meets someone reborn in a time loop, when foreknowledge of the plot collides with endless trial and error, what lies between us was never salvation from the start, but a dangerous game over the truth of the world and free will.
How can two people who know the spoilers in advance write lives without a script?