In my third year as Mrs. Lu, I accidentally fell and hit my head, unlocking memories of the rest of my life.
Turns out, I was nothing more than the villainous supporting female character in a sweet, indulgent romance novel.
My husband was the devoted second male lead who secretly protected the heroine from the shadows. My brother-in-law was the heroine’s toxic ex-boyfriend. And my husband’s older brother was the domineering CEO male lead.
And me?
I married the second male lead, pined after the male lead, seduced my brother-in-law, flirted with the fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh male leads… All while picking fights with the heroine every single day, until I finally got myself killed off.
The most humiliating part?
After I died, I was still clutching half a scallion pancake I’d picked out of a trash can.
The novel literally described my death like this:
“Jiang Yueling died on a winter’s day when snow blanketed the world in white. When her body was discovered, she was still clutching half a scallion pancake she had picked from a trash can. When the news reached Haicheng, everyone who had ever known her responded with the same two words: ‘Serves her right.’ Before long, no one remembered her anymore.”
…
Wait a damn minute.
What kind of ridiculous setup was this?!
I hadn’t eaten a scallion pancake once in my entire life!
And not just any scallion pancake—it was one I’d supposedly picked out of a trash can!
It was barely dawn and this story was already dragging my good name through the mud!
Was that even remotely fair?!