Su Yao, a worker determined to rise above everyone else, died young. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself inside a novel she had just finished reading, as the female supporting character who appeared first and met the most miserable ending.
The original character was a scheming but not particularly clever supporting character, and the biggest source of frustration in the whole book, existing solely to make the heroine look good.
Thinking about how she had become, overnight, a wicked supporting character whose father didn’t care for her, whose mother didn’t love her, whose relatives rejected her, and whose husband ignored her, Su Yao wanted to close her eyes and start over.
Luckily, there was always a way forward. A heaven-sent golden finger space comforted Su Yao’s wounded heart.
Believing that everyone has a purpose and that gold will always shine, Su Yao rolled up her sleeves and got to work.
Others could mistreat her a thousand times; she’d just pretend not to notice. From the start, Su Yao split from the family, moved into an old house by herself, shut the door, and quietly started making money and building up her savings.
By the time the heroine had struggled for ages and finally secured a spot to return to the city, congratulating herself on her success, Su Yao had already traveled far and wide and built an empire of her own.
By the time her eldest brother on her mother’s side was showing off a house bought with money squeezed from several sisters, Su Yao was already living in a villa, surrounded by fine wine and beautiful companions.
When her sisters-in-law teamed up to make fun of her, they discovered she was dressed in fine clothes, driving a car, and living a life they could never hope to reach.
Everything in Su Yao’s life was wonderful, except that her husband wasn’t quite like the one in the book.
They’d agreed to treat each other with respect and keep their distance, so why did he keep getting handsy? They’d agreed to go their separate ways, so why was he always waiting for her beneath the lanterns at the end of the road?
Su Yao couldn’t make sense of it.
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