Rong Yan had barely transmigrated into a novel when she landed in the middle of a deadly love triangle.
Her opening scenario was a living hell, the highest difficulty level.
She was caught in bed with a local good-for-nothing from the Liu family commune.
And the people coming to catch them in the act would arrive in just a few minutes.
One step forward meant plunging into an abyss. One step back meant walking straight into a den of danger.
Rong Yan: Oh, wow. This is thrilling!
Luckily, she had a billion-worth stash of supplies in her personal space. Otherwise, with this bare-bones household, she honestly would have wanted to die on the spot.
But what was this about a contrast character?
Was her husband a hapless cannon-fodder character?
Were her brother-in-law and sister-in-law doomed to terrible fates?
Was she the doomed cannon-fodder wife who brought it all on herself? The more miserable she was, the better the female lead's life became?
Oh, screw this!
She kicked the bloodsucking, awful relatives and punched those losers...
Qin Ye stopped her. "Honey, let me handle it."
Rong Yan: ...
Could they still get a divorce?
Qin Ye sneered. "The only way out is for me to die. Forget about divorce."
