Shang Xinglu had transmigrated into a book.

Don’t ask her how she knew.

She just knew.

She didn’t do anything special, just went through a normal day.

The only thing unusual was that before she went to sleep that night, her friend sent her a novel.

The novel was called “Exclusive Love: The CEO’s Starlet Wife.”

Shang Xinglu was shocked by the title.

She immediately replied: “It’s 9102! Wake up, please!!!”

But sadly, her friend was a total airhead.

Her friend replied back, “Hahaha! You have to read it! I can’t stop reading it!”

Shang Xinglu was unimpressed.

How could she, someone who considered herself well-educated, read such a book?

Why was she even friends with someone like this?

Despite her disdain, she opened the first chapter.

It turns out, if you’re friends with an airhead, chances are, you’re probably an airhead too, though she wouldn’t admit it and thought of herself as very clever.

Shang Xinglu couldn’t stop reading.

Really, she couldn’t stop.

The plot was filled with cliches: face-slapping, sweet indulgence, domineering CEOs.

It was all very stereotypical, but the chapter breaks were well done, leaving just enough of a cliffhanger to keep her reading.

To summarize the core of the plot: A kind-hearted, virtuous young woman meets a domineering CEO, and sparks fly.

The CEO goes from loving his girlfriend to doting on his wife, indulging her wishes, and tormenting the antagonists in the process.

She stayed up all night reading the whole book, a total of 600,000 words.

She wasn’t a fast reader, and by the time she finished, dawn was breaking.

The next day, she still had to go to work.

Feeling lazy, she called in sick to catch up on sleep, though she felt a little upset.

She thought to herself, “I skipped sleep to read this trashy novel, what a waste, but I, Shang Xinglu, am not an airhead! I would never be!”

She took a nap.

When she woke up, she immediately felt something was wrong.

It was as if she had been possessed by a ghost, reviewing the entire plot of the book in her mind.

Now, she could recite the story backwards.

But more importantly, the bed in her room…

Wasn’t it a little too big?

Shang Xinglu sat up and glanced around.

Then she immediately lay back down.

Oh my god!

A two-hundred-square-meter bedroom, just like in a Mary Sue novel!

Holy crap!

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!

I must still be dreaming.

She quickly closed her eyes again.

Damn it, she couldn’t fall back asleep.

She opened her eyes again.

She saw a luxurious crystal chandelier, ornate ceilings, and from her point of view, a ceiling that seemed to stretch on forever.

Shang Xinglu: …

Could it be that I’m the long-lost daughter, finally reunited with my real family?!

At that moment, the door opened softly, and the footsteps were light.

Shang Xinglu quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

A female voice said, “Madam, it’s time to wake up. You have a lunch appointment with Sir today.”

Madam?

Me???

The woman opened the curtains and added, “Breakfast has been prepared. Would you like to have it in your room or in the dining room?”

Shang Xinglu gripped the bedsheets tightly.

There was no one else in the room except the woman speaking.

Shang Xinglu immediately put on a dramatic act, sitting up and dramatically placing her hand on her forehead. “What time is it?”

The assistant replied, “It’s eight o’clock in the morning.”

Eight o’clock! Lunch is at noon, and I’m waking up at eight!

Shang Xinglu calmly asked, “What about my husband…?”

The assistant, very perceptive, said, “Don’t worry, Mr. Lin has already agreed to have lunch with you. Didn’t you say you wanted to look nice for the company today?”

Oh, so his last name is Lin.

Shang Xinglu continued with the same dramatic tone, “Mr. Lin…”

The assistant hesitated for a moment.

Some wealthy wives called their husbands “Mr.” in a very formal way, but “Mr. Lin” felt too distant, too cold!

It seemed the shadow from the past still lingered.

The assistant tried to defuse the situation, saying, “Mr. Lin Heng, Madam. What’s wrong?”

Shang Xinglu: “!”

The Assistant: “Madam?”

Shang Xinglu: “!!!”

She finally realized where she was.

*In Exclusive Love: The CEO’s Starlet Wife!!!

Lin Heng wasn’t the male protagonist at all, but a supporting character who admired the female lead later in the story.

When she read the novel, she cursed him two thousand times as a love-struck fool, a disgusting rich man, and yet just yesterday—how could she forget?!

But today, she had transmigrated into the role of Lin Heng’s soon-to-be ex-wife.

Oh, wait, not quite yet.

Shang Xinglu felt disheartened.

She had never been married before.

In the past, she was so busy with her work at the research institute that she never even had time for a relationship.

But now, after transmigrating, she had a husband.

And it turned out, he was an idiot of a husband.

Shang Xinglu was very troubled. She couldn’t help but wonder—why was her life always surrounded by idiots?

She decided to have breakfast to calm down.

Once she knew where she was, she recalled the name of her assistant.

Shang Xinglu, who had been called Ma Linlin in Chinese, or Mary in English, was now called Marilyn, a combination of Eastern and Western names.

Shang Xinglu told her assistant, “I’ll have breakfast in my room.”

Soon after, breakfast was brought in.

It was a typical English breakfast: roasted figs, roasted tomatoes, scrambled eggs, bacon, corn kernels, butter, jam, and toast, along with a fragrant cup of black tea and a cup of black coffee.

Shang Xinglu, who was used to drinking soy milk with fried dough sticks, felt disdainful.

She took a bite.

And then… nothing happened.

Shang Xinglu no longer felt upset or depressed.

She wasn’t even frustrated anymore!

After finishing her meal, not long after, a stylist arrived to work on her look.

From clues in the original story and Shang Xinglu’s own deductions, she knew that Mrs. Lin, in her daily life, would never hire anyone to help her get ready because as a wealthy lady, she was skilled at dressing herself and enjoyed doing so.

But today, she had specifically hired someone to do a full makeover, aiming for that seemingly casual, yet meticulously crafted look—from head to toe, nothing less than flawless, not even a single stray hair or rough skin.

Shang Xinglu, being an astute person, quickly figured out that Mrs. Lin’s goal was the eternal mission of every wealthy woman—to win her husband back.

As a woman who had been grinding away in the field of science and technology, the most she had ever hoped for on Valentine’s Day or Christmas was a personal centrifuge to make tomato soup base for hot pot with fatty beef.

She had never experienced this kind of luxury treatment.

Like a salted fish, she was flipped over, turned this way and that, and finally in the late morning, at 11 AM, they finished perfecting her look.

The stylist then went into full commercial praise mode. “Mrs. Lin, you look stunning. People with good foundations can truly pull off any style!”

Shang Xinglu finally had the chance to take a closer look at herself.

Honestly, she instantly understood the meaning of her transmigration.

This Mrs. Lin looked exactly like her!

Indeed, as a wealthy lady, she was quite different from her own past self, someone who took the bus daily and didn’t even bother to wash her hair when busy.

Shang Xinglu had a pretty good foundation.

But growing up, she had always been buried beneath black-framed glasses and plaid shirts, the quintessential outfits for those in the fields of science and engineering.

Now, after some careful grooming…

She held her face in her hands and looked left and right.

“I really look good…” Shang Xinglu marveled, “How can I be so good-looking?”

The stylist: …

As the rumors went, Mrs. Lin was a beauty and quite narcissistic, and it seemed those rumors were true.

The stylist and the assistants hastily praised Shang Xinglu’s beauty again.

Shang Xinglu waved her hand. “Alright, alright. Let’s just exchange a little pleasantries, okay?”

The stylist: …

What’s going on here? Should I praise her or not?!

She needed to be at Lin Heng’s company before noon.

She was going to visit her husband’s office, but also to do a low-profile yet noble and beautiful undercover inspection as the lady of the house.

Shang Xinglu had watched plenty of dramas. Even though she had never had the chance to experience such an event herself, she knew how to act the part.

Her villa was located on the outskirts of the city, and it took about 40 minutes to drive to the company headquarters in the city center.

Once the styling was done, she was ready to leave.

Since she had to drive out from the estate’s gate, it would take another ten minutes.

When she arrived at the company building, a man in a suit came to greet her.

Shang Xinglu almost blurted out “husband,” but fortunately, her assistant Marilyn quickly said, “Assistant Yuan, thank you for your trouble.”

Shang Xinglu: …

Well, the novel didn’t have any illustrations, so how was she supposed to know which one was Mr. Lin?

They took the elevator straight up, and Assistant Yuan was neither servile nor arrogant. Shang Xinglu guessed that her own status was probably lower than his, so she behaved properly and didn’t try to stir up trouble.

Assistant Yuan led her to a guest reception room, where coffee and cookies were served. He said, “Miss Shang, please wait. Mr. Lin is still in a meeting, but he’ll be done soon.”

Shang Xinglu nodded, “Thank you.”

She was surprised. After Assistant Yuan left, she hurriedly checked her wallet. Sure enough, her ID had the name Shang Xinglu written on it.

Shang Xinglu: …

This weird sense of déjà vu.

Honestly, she remembered the novel very clearly.

Her subconscious had automatically reviewed it in her dreams.

But still, Lin Heng was just a supporting character, not even a major one.

As for her role, she was just another side character who didn’t even rank high.

The book had 600,000 words.

Her character was simply known as “Mrs. Lin.”

Too bad, Mrs. Lin didn’t even recognize her own husband.

Just then, another man in a suit entered.

Shang Xinglu almost called him “husband” again.

Thankfully, Marilyn saved her again.

Marilyn said, “Assistant Fang, long time no see. Sorry to trouble you today.”

Shang Xinglu gave a faint smile, and the parrot mimicked her words: “Adding mushrooms to your… Oh no, I mean, trouble to you.”

Assistant Fang was so startled he almost knelt down. “I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare.”

At that moment, yet another man in a suit walked in.

This place truly seemed to be a breeding ground for men in suits.

Shang Xinglu, who was slightly face-blind, usually couldn’t tell people apart.

However, she could distinguish the particularly handsome ones—that’s called selective face blindness.

The man who had just walked in was exceptionally handsome.

His face was sharp yet carried a refined aura, his phoenix-like eyes hidden behind a thin pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

He was tall and lean, filling out his suit perfectly.

From past experience, if the first two men weren’t her husband, this one probably wasn’t either.

Her husband was in a meeting, so it couldn’t be him. Don’t mess with her emotions.

But Shang Xinglu secretly hoped this was her husband!

This man was so handsome!

So, thinking no one else could hear, she whistled flirtatiously under her breath and murmured in admiration, “Hubby!”

With that face, he could easily be a national heartthrob in the entertainment industry!

If he opened a social media account, there’d definitely be a storm of chicken-coop warnings under his posts.

At this moment, Marilyn looked visibly panicked.

She tugged on Shang Xinglu’s sleeve, trying to save face for her.

Marilyn said, “Mr. Lin, Madam has been waiting for you for a long time.”

Shang Xinglu was utterly stunned.

But she couldn’t show it.

Her expression was caught in a conflict between two emotions, making her look like she was in a daze.

Shang Xinglu: …

Lin Heng: …

One second later.

Lin Heng raised an eyebrow, his face exuding charm.

Shang Xinglu: …………

Wait, what?!

This really was her husband???!!!