“Young Madam, Young Madam, please wake up, don't wait any longer, Young Master won't be coming back.”
Who was calling her? Who was it? Has it gotten light so fast? I just dozed off, and it's already morning?
“Stop making noise, let me sleep a bit longer.”
“Young Madam, you can sleep once you're in your room.”
Someone was grumbling in her ear, but the voice sounded like an older auntie, not her friends.
It's not Mom, is it?
How could that be?
She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and tried to see clearly.
She saw herself in a large, luxurious house, sitting at a dining table where she had dozed off.
But… but she was clearly in the dorm with her friends, so where was this?
“Young Madam?”
She turned and saw an unfamiliar auntie, who kept addressing her as Young Madam.
Could she have been kidnapped?
That wasn't right either, she wasn't tied up.
“Where, where is this?” She tried to stay calm so she wouldn't panic and scream.
“What is Young Madam saying? You're at home,” the auntie replied.
“Home? Here?” She didn't understand, not at all.
“Young Madam, are you running a fever from waiting for Young Master?” The auntie touched her forehead, her face showing worry.
Her head spun from what she heard: “Who is Young Master?”
“Young Madam, have you forgotten? That's your husband, Young Master Mu.” The auntie was shocked, her face turning pale with fright.
Her eyes also widened in fright; she didn't have a husband!
“No, that's not right.
What's going on? Is everyone crazy? What husband? I'm only twenty! Where exactly is this?”
The auntie was scared, her face pale: “Young Madam, have you forgotten? You're twenty-six, and you already have a husband. Your husband is Mu Fei.
How could you forget?”
“Mu Fei?”
Wait, wait a minute, that name sounds a bit familiar.
No, it's *too* familiar. This is the name of the male lead in the novel she just finished reading last night.
She even said that if she ever transmigrated, she would definitely abandon this male lead and go after other guys just to spite him.
Could her words have come true so literally?
She was aghast: “So… so what's my name?”
The auntie trembled: “Shang Tingxuan.”
Game over. It was true; she had really transmigrated.
This was terrible.
She was stunned, speechless, and could only mentally slap herself. They say a loose tongue can get you into trouble, and it was true.
But it didn't need to come true so literally; she was just joking for fun.
Why didn't the gods know the difference between a joke and the truth?
If so, if she had really transmigrated, then the person in front of her must be Auntie Zhang.
She sighed, pulling at her hair in frustration. She wanted to return to reality, she wanted to go back. Tomorrow she still had to confess her feelings; why did she suddenly transmigrate today?
Actually, her name was Qiao Xuelin, twenty years old, a second-year university student.
She had transmigrated into a novel, one that absolutely tormented the female lead.
She had just finished reading it, so she remembered it very clearly: the female lead was Shang Tingxuan, the male lead was Mu Fei, and their marriage was a business arrangement, devoid of any affection.
He was forced by his family; otherwise, he wouldn't inherit the family assets.
As for her, it went without saying that she was also used by her family for their own gain.
But the unfortunate thing was that she secretly loved the male lead, Mu Fei, and loved him passionately, to death and back.
As for the male lead, he already had his beloved, so he didn't even spare the female lead a glance. He believed it was because of her that he couldn't be with the person he loved, and his hatred for her piled up.
Yet she loved him wholeheartedly, passionately for six years, married him for two, and humbly begged for his love.
And so, a series of tragedies unfolded.
One night, he got drunk and... well... had his way with her. He was incredibly potent, and just one time was enough to make her belly swell.
Later still, for the sake of his 'white moonlight,' he accidentally killed their child, pushing her into a bottomless black hole of utter despair.
After relentless torment, the female lead finally couldn't bear it anymore and divorced him. He then married the other woman.
As for her, she fell ill from sorrow, exacerbated by the loss of her child, became deeply depressed, and ended her own life on a quiet night.
I don't understand what the author was thinking to write such a tragic story. Could it be that she just madly loves angst?
But then, what does that have to do with me? Why did she suddenly make me transmigrate into the female lead?
How can my fragile heart endure such torment?
I screamed, then despaired, and finally burst out laughing, "You've got to be kidding me."