Chapter 1: Your Wife Is a Vixen

“Zhao Zhao, welcome to the world of transmigrated novels. Character fate is currently synchronizing.”

By the time Jin Zhao came back to her senses, only that sentence echoed in her mind. She looked around at the brightly lit banquet hall before her and finally realized—

She had died suddenly.

So this was what she got in return.

“Zhao Zhao, tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, right? I heard Lu Sichen already asked Su Yi out on a date. You mustn’t take it too hard, okay?”

“Zhao Zhao?” Lin Rou, seeing her in a daze and not responding, assumed this pampered young lady was getting angry. She quickly called her name a few more times.

Jin Zhao turned her eyes slightly toward the woman beside her, who was clearly fanning the flames. The whole speech had obviously been meant to provoke her into confronting that so-called Su Yi. Otherwise, why mention it at all?

As soon as those familiar names were spoken, Jin Zhao knew exactly which book she’d landed in.

Just a few days ago, during her New Year break, she had been secretly reading this smutty novel in bed late at night. The plot was absurd, the characters infuriating—she’d cursed it the whole way through and still finished it.

“Stained Innocence” (1v1, old-school, domineering CEO, hardcore smut)

The stereotypical overbearing CEO falling for a delicate little white flower, ludicrous plot twists involving billions, melodrama thick enough to exorcise evil spirits, and the ever-present hallmark of these types of web novels—

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And she—had actually transmigrated into the novel as the villainous supporting character who shared her name.

She suspected it was payback from the author for all the scathing insults she’d hurled while reading.

She didn’t dare open her eyes, hoping it was all just a hallucination.

“You said Valentine’s Day?” Jin Zhao repeated.

“Yeah,” Lin Rou answered, sensing that something was off but unable to put her finger on it. “How could someone like Su Yi possibly be worthy of Lu Sichen? Only you deserve to stand by his side.”

“…” Jin Zhao was speechless. She had just landed in the story and already run headfirst into the kind of special occasion that guaranteed the male and female leads would end up in bed.

What kind of twisted fate was this?

She waved her hand with a touch of exasperation. “I’m not going tomorrow—”

What she meant was: Let whoever wants to stand by his side do so. What did it have to do with her? Right now, all she wanted was to go home and sleep. After all, she’d dropped dead from working overtime to revise a manuscript—if she didn’t sleep soon, she might just die again.

Suddenly, it was as if someone had muted her. The system’s voice echoed in her mind again—not the cold tone of a machine, but a soft, childish girl’s voice.

“Zhao Zhao, please maintain the supporting female role and participate in the male and female leads’ storyline. For all other plot points, feel free to act as you wish!”

Jin Zhao barely managed to swallow an ungraceful curse. So she had transmigrated into a pampered heiress—one hated by everyone—and yet she still had to revolve around the male lead like a satellite?

What was he, the Earth or the Sun, that everyone had to revolve around him?

She was already filthy rich—couldn’t she just sponsor a few male models? In these kinds of po novels, everyone was practically contractually obligated to be wildly indulgent.

Snapping back to the moment, Jin Zhao noticed a few girls walking in her direction.

In the middle of the group was a girl in a white dress, styled in that meticulously crafted “no-makeup” makeup look, her expression as pitiful as could be.

Jin Zhao didn’t need more than a second to recognize her—that had to be the original heroine of the novel, Su Yi.

“I’m sorry, Miss Jin. I didn’t mean to accept his invitation. It’s just that Lu Sichen was so sincere, I couldn’t refuse. But if it bothers you, I won’t go…” Su Yi walked toward her, voice soft and eyes filled with innocent regret.

Just as she was about to reach out and take Jin Zhao’s hand, Jin Zhao quickly stepped back.

“Miss Su, what did you just drink?”

Everyone around them looked confused. One of the girls at Su Yi’s side immediately jumped in to defend her. “What’s that supposed to mean? Are you trying to mock Xiao Yi again, like last time, for not recognizing your pretentious, overpriced red wine?”

A flicker of barely perceptible embarrassment crossed Su Yi’s face.

Jin Zhao casually spread her hands, glancing down at the latest luxury bracelet on her wrist. Suddenly, being the villainous supporting character didn’t seem so bad after all.

“I just wanted to know if she drank green tea earlier. How does that count as mockery?”

Jin Zhao put on an understanding expression. “It’s my fate to be targeted by everyone—I get it.”

Even Lin Rou, who had always looked down on this brainless, busty rich girl, gave her a rare second glance. Maybe that recent arranged marriage wasn’t entirely useless—seemed like she’d finally grown a brain.

“Everyone, enjoy yourselves. I’m heading home,” Jin Zhao said as she noticed the sour expressions on the girls across from her. She grabbed her little purse, ready to leave—she still needed to mentally review the plot of the novel.

Just as her fingers brushed the bag, someone bumped into her shoulder from behind. The purse nearly flew out of her hands.

“What’s the rush? Trying to reincarnate?” Jin Zhao cradled her precious designer bag and couldn’t help blurting out.

“What are you plotting against Su Yi this time?” a cold, stern male voice shot past her ear.

Jin Zhao looked up to see a man in a black suit with sharply defined features pulling Su Yi protectively into his arms, glaring at her with anger. This overly defensive, no-nonsense attitude had to belong to the male lead, Lu Sichen.

Lu Sichen’s eyes stayed fixed on Jin Zhao, just as they always had—he assumed she was obsessed with him. That secret sense of vanity was clearly satisfied, though his expression remained one of disdain. “What are you staring at me for?”

Jin Zhao snapped back to reality, her first instinct was to check if her purse had been scratched. Only then did she look at the two lovebirds before her.

“Your suit—seriously, with a position like yours, can’t you afford a custom-tailored one? When you bumped into me just now, it scraped my skin. Good thing you didn’t damage my bag.”

The crowd that had gathered to watch the drama fell silent, all eyes shifting to Lu Sichen. His expression stiffened—clearly, his pride had taken a hit. “What nonsense are you spouting? I can’t stand women like you—spoiled and obsessed with money.”

Jin Zhao instantly became serious. Was he kidding? Before she dropped dead from overwork, she had been a lead designer for a major haute couture label—one of the most sought-after names by luxury brands. She wasn’t just throwing words around when it came to men’s suits.

His suit wasn’t handmade; it was just a spring release from a high-end brand. Compared to what true elite families wore, it was nothing special.

“So what if I value money? Do you think your life is worth all that much?” she muttered under her breath. “Always spouting useless trash.”

Su Yi recalled how Lu Sichen had once held her and said things like, “I’d give you my life.” Now that she thought about it… it really wasn’t worth much.

“What bag? If it’s broken, I’ll buy you ten more!” Lu Sichen had just closed a major investment deal and was riding high.

Jin Zhao’s eyes lit up. “Hermès Ancre. Ten million apiece. You’ll buy me ten? Great!”

From a corner of the banquet hall, someone overheard her suddenly chipper tone and couldn’t hold back a snort. They quickly shared the video they’d been recording into a group chat.

“Third Brother, if your wife’s a fox spirit, then her tail’s definitely up right now.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd after hearing Jin Zhao’s words.

“You—” Lu Sichen hadn’t expected her collection of bags to rival his company’s cash flow. His face flushed as he glanced at the silver-white bag in her hand. “It’s not even damaged. Are you trying to scam me?”

Jin Zhao: …

What happened to the big-spending domineering CEO? The one who casually deals in billions? Where is the real CEO?

“Keep your mouth shut, okay? Trying to scam me?”

 Jin Zhao was speechless. In the novel, this male lead had climbed step by step to become a business tycoon—

—or rather, a business partner.

But right now, he was still just a wealthy family’s illegitimate son whose career was only just taking off. Forget about embarrassing the big family—she figured he probably just managed to wash his face every day.

“Whatever. I’m going home to sleep and beautify myself.”

She dug out the car keys from her bag. As expected, it was the luxury car she had wanted before she died. Jin Zhao happily flicked her hair and walked away from this group of crazy people.

Meanwhile, the phone that had just sent the video buzzed. In the group chat, a cold message appeared from a black avatar.

“My wife? You gave yourself that title?”

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A sweet little story of marriage before love (with all the sweetness included!)

A mischievous troublemaker × a cold, restrained (not really) big boss.

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