Chapter 1: Marriage Night in a Book

…Ah…

…So heavy.

My chest feels suffocated, I can’t breathe.

I was awakened by this heavy weight pressing down on me.

A throbbing pain in my forehead.

I furrowed my brows and opened my eyes.

What I saw was a mottled wall, and…

A big red word “happy”.

It was neatly pasted on the wall.

Next to the character was a calendar, with a large “1980” printed on it.

1980…?

I looked at the unfamiliar surroundings, before I could catch my breath.

The next second.

I was startled by the “heavy object” pressing down on my chest.

It was a man!

And a naked man, with a bronze chest, his muscles clearly defined.

The man had short, neat hair.

His features were handsome, his brows and eyes were sharp.

Even with his eyes closed, I could faintly feel the strong aura radiating from him.

But at this moment…

The man was lying on his side, half his weight pressing down on me.

His sturdy arm was tightly wrapped around my waist.

He held me tightly, preventing me from struggling out of his embrace.

From head to toe, I was completely entangled.

His hot, naked skin was pressed against my soft body.

It wasn’t just heavy.

It was hot.

The man’s high body temperature, like a thick blanket, enveloped me.

In an instant.

I was too scared to move.

Only my thick, long eyelashes trembled with anxiety and confusion.

I looked at the man’s handsome face again.

Suddenly.

A memory that didn’t belong to me, like a tide, surged into my consciousness, filling my mind…

Half an hour later.

I had to accept the fact that I had transmigrated into a book.

Last night before bed, I read a rebirth novel set in the 1980s…

The female protagonist in the novel, in her previous life, was a snob who looked down on the male lead, her father’s chosen fiancé, thinking he was just a dirty, smelly peasant.

She wanted to live a good life in the city, so she seduced a young intellectual who had been sent down to the countryside, and became pregnant before marriage.

After finally moving to the city, she discovered that the young intellectual was a playboy.

Not only was he broke, but his mother-in-law was also mean.

The female protagonist’s life became miserable, and she was eventually pushed off a building by the playboy, ending up dead.

But before she died, she saw a financial news segment on TV.

The richest man in the country, the business tycoon, the president of the Huo Group, appeared with his wife.

The man in the video, elegant and handsome, was…

The peasant she had rejected!

The female protagonist regretted her actions, hating herself for being blind and foolish, for choosing the wrong man!

With this regret, the female protagonist was reborn.

With the golden finger bug of her past life’s memories, and unexpectedly obtaining a space ring, the female protagonist worked hard to win back her engagement with the male lead, finally marrying him as she wished.

Twenty years later.

The female protagonist became the wife of the richest man, smoothly and gloriously, becoming a winner in life.

That was roughly the plot.

After reading it, I felt uncomfortable and not sweet.

Because in my opinion, the female protagonist didn’t truly love the male lead, she just knew that he would become the richest man in the future, so she stuck to him and clung to his leg.

Moreover, the author, in order to make the female protagonist succeed, deliberately wrote the male lead’s ex-wife, — me, to death.

A woman with the same name as me.

That’s right.

I not only transmigrated into the book, but I also became a nameless, insignificant supporting character.

The kind that serves as a stepping stone for the cannon fodder.

The original text stated…

After the male lead was rejected by the female protagonist, the village women’s director introduced him to a new partner—

The female intellectual from the countryside, me.

On our wedding night, I slipped sleeping pills into the male lead’s drink and ran away with the female protagonist’s original playboy ex-husband in the middle of the night, and then fell to my death while falling down the mountain road.

Just a few simple words.

There wasn’t even a cause or consequence.

It was simply because the female protagonist was reborn on the night of the male lead’s wedding to me.

In other words…

The man lying beside me, naked, with a muscular chest, was the future richest man in the country, the male lead who would be pursued by the reborn female protagonist—Huo Nanchuan.

I looked at the man’s face again.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the well-defined muscles on his naked chest…

I don’t know if it was because of his body temperature, but my heart started to race.

My heart was pounding.

Such a rough and tough male lead, strong and intelligent, how could anyone dislike him!

And me.

After absorbing all the memories in my mind, I discovered the female protagonist’s greater conspiracy.

I never intended to run away on our wedding night, nor did I run away with the playboy intellectual.

It was the reborn female protagonist who slipped something into the male lead’s drink.

She deliberately told me that my parents in the city had an accident and asked me to go back and see them one last time.

So I left in a hurry on our wedding night, rushing down the mountain road…

Now I think about it.

In the original text, I fell to my death while falling down the mountain road, it was probably a joint plan by the reborn female protagonist and the playboy intellectual!

What a white lotus female protagonist!

She really used all her means to snatch Huo Nanchuan back.

But she definitely didn’t expect that I, due to the magnetic field changes brought by transmigration, had a severe headache and passed out last night.

That’s why I ended up in bed with Huo Nanchuan.

Her plot failed!

Speaking of the devil, here he comes.

As I was thinking, a familiar voice came from outside the door.

The speaker.

It was the reborn female protagonist, Lu Xiangxiang.

She was shouting at the top of her lungs.

“Auntie, is Nanchuan here? Something terrible has happened!”

“The whole village is saying that Chi Wan ran away last night, and she even ran away with Song Jing, the intellectual from the production team!”

“How is Nanchuan? Is he okay? Did they hurt him?”

Lu Xiangxiang was both anxious and worried.

On the one hand, she was concerned about Huo Nanchuan, on the other hand, she didn’t forget to smear me.

She was still pretending to care about Huo Nanchuan.

What a beautiful white lotus.

“Lu Xiangxiang, what are you talking about? Xiao Wan and our Nanchuan have worshipped heaven and earth, she is the wife who entered our house yesterday. She is fine, how could she run away with a good-for-nothing man! Don’t talk nonsense!”

The one who retorted to Lu Xiangxiang was a forty-year-old woman, Zhang Yue’e.

Zhang Yue’e was Huo Nanchuan’s mother and my mother-in-law.

Zhang Yue’e was holding a bamboo broom, her hand clenched tightly, she really wanted to hit Lu Xiangxiang.

On the first day of their marriage.

She didn’t want to hear such bad luck.

Zhang Yue’e hesitated.

Lu Xiangxiang, ignoring her, pulled her towards the side room.

That was Huo Nanchuan’s room.

The door still had a big red “Double Happiness” character pasted on it.

I heard their approaching footsteps inside the room.

A mocking smile appeared on my delicate and charming face.

I’ve seen people catch cheaters and sluts.

But I’ve never seen someone come knocking on a newlywed couple’s door early in the morning.

I transmigrated into the book, how could I continue to be a doormat!