Chapter 1: Selling the Tyrant Right from the Start

Xia Mo stared blankly at the two copper coins in her hand, the money she had just earned by selling the male lead earlier that morning.

That’s right, she had crossed over into a book, becoming the wicked little villain in the story.

The male lead met her during his lowest point, and she tricked him into eating and drinking with her, even winning his heart. He was blissfully happy until she knocked him out and sold him to a trafficker.

The experience of meeting Xia Mo in his childhood caused great harm to his young heart, twisting and distorting it. Eventually, he became a tyrant, and Xia Mo played a significant role in that.

Xia Mo rubbed her brow, thinking that according to the plot, selling him this time would make him suffer greatly.

When they met again, she would be the wife of a fifth-rank official, and he would be the cold and ruthless tyrant in the hunting grounds.

He had searched for her for many years without success, but now that he had found her, he would immediately unleash a frenzied revenge on her and her family, with predictable results.

Xia Mo was so scared that her face turned pale, and her heart raced. She suddenly jumped up and ran towards the trafficker.

Damn it, selling the tyrant right from the start—was this meant to kill her?

Couldn’t she have crossed over before the original owner sold the tyrant?

She wished everything was still in time.

Xia Mo ran to the trafficker’s hideout, and it was already dark.

She sneaked in and saw two men carrying a half-conscious child out.

The child was pale and had multiple bloodstains on him—who else could it be but the male lead, Xiao Jingyuan?

The book described this part as him resisting fiercely after being sold by Xia Mo, resulting in him being beaten half to death and almost losing his life during transport.

“Oh no,” Xia Mo muttered to herself in the corner.

‘He has already been beaten badly; this could lead to a grudge.’

“Just leave him here; this little brat has a tough bone. I hope that this beating will make him behave a little better.”

With a thud, a body fell near her, and it was Xiao Jingyuan, nearly lifeless from the beating.

Xia Mo was so scared she didn’t dare to make a sound.

“Will he die if we leave him here? Should we call a doctor to take a look?”

“Call a doctor? His brother sold him to us for two copper coins; the cost of a doctor is worth more than his life. If he dies, he dies. I’ve vented my anger by beating him.”

To facilitate blending into the underworld, the original owner had always dressed as a boy, appearing to be a fourteen or fifteen-year-old youth.

In the distance, a guard shouted at the two men.

“Hey, you two, come over here! If you don’t hurry, the wine will be gone.”

“Skinny monkey, hurry up; don’t mind him. Let’s eat and drink our fill tonight so we have the strength to deliver this ‘cargo’ tomorrow morning.”

Laughter and sounds of men drinking and eating came from afar.

Xia Mo stealthily stepped out from the corner and moved in front of Xiao Jingyuan.

She saw him with his eyes tightly closed, covered in blood.

Without thinking of anything else, she gritted her teeth and carried him on her back, desperately running away into the night.

The darkness was thick, and she was tapping into her physical potential to run, even in the cold of late autumn, causing her to sweat profusely.

But… where should she run to?

Damn it, she had crossed over into Xia Mo, but she only had the original owner’s recent memories of the male lead—just the plot memories, nothing else.

Looking at the pitch-black sky, she had no idea where to go.

“Hey.”

The person on her back was unresponsive, as if he were dead asleep.

But she knew he wasn’t dead.

This place seemed to have a northwestern landscape. After running for a while, she found a large gap in the rocky mountains that could shelter them.

The dark cave was so black she couldn’t see her hand in front of her. Exhausted and hungry, she didn’t care about herself, only wanting to see how badly he was hurt.

“Oh! If only there were a light,” Xia Mo sighed to herself.

Just as she finished sighing, Xia Mo was stunned.

Where was this? What was going on? Wasn’t this the convenience store downstairs from her home?

Could it be… she had returned?

But there wasn’t a single person in the small convenience store, and where the door should have been, there was now a wall, with no windows at all.

She tried shouting, but there was no response; the surroundings were eerily quiet.

Xia Mo turned around and felt something in her hand—it was a flashlight.

“Damn it.”

This convenience store had only opened three days ago, and she had found it strange at the time.

Because this store had no cashiers; she had to check out on the self-checkout machine herself.

Back then, she joked with her friends about how a convenience store with no employees would eventually go bankrupt, as society’s standards hadn’t reached a point where people could shop independently.

Now that she thought about it, she had only been in the convenience store once in those three days, and it had also been completely empty then.

It was too bizarre. As she picked up the flashlight, she saw a shelf stocked with medicine.

Wait, can convenience stores sell medicine?

That’s great; she had medical skills, and now there was medicine available, making things much more convenient in the future.

Thinking about how Xiao Jingyuan had been beaten up, she grabbed some medicine for bruises and a hemostatic powder, among other things…

Additionally, she took two bottles of mineral water, two warm buns, and a bowl of millet porridge.

She couldn’t carry more than that; there was no need to push it.

With the flashlight, she could finally see Xiao Jingyuan’s face clearly.

The twelve-year-old boy had a handsome face, with swollen brow bones and a small cut just below them, which didn’t take away from his looks but rather added a sense of broken beauty.

His brows and eyes hadn’t fully matured yet, but one could already see his extraordinary charm.

“Truly deserving of being the male lead.”

Xia Mo prepared the medicine, then held the flashlight in her mouth as she carefully applied it to his wounds.

The traffickers would want to sell him for a good price, so they wouldn’t have touched his face; the injuries on his face were probably from him running into something.

However, the numerous bruises and cuts on his body were the handiwork of the two traffickers.

Xia Mo cautiously removed his clothing to treat his wounds.

Treating the wounds wasn’t difficult, but the challenge was holding the flashlight in her mouth, which made her jaw ache, and the drool that escaped was quite embarrassing.

Why did she have to use a flashlight? Couldn’t she have used a desk lamp instead?

She didn’t know how much time passed before she managed to treat all of his wounds.

At that moment, Xiao Jingyuan slowly opened his eyes.

“You’re awake,” Xia Mo said, somewhat happily.

But upon seeing her, Xiao Jingyuan couldn’t feel happy at all; his expression suddenly darkened as he stared at her with intense hatred.

“Since you sold me, why did you come to save me?”

Xia Mo’s smile froze on her face.

“Nonsense, I didn’t sell you. If I had sold you, how could I possibly come to save you?”

That was the logic; she couldn’t admit to it no matter what.

Anyway, she wasn’t lying; it was the original owner who sold him, not her—what did that have to do with her?

This was Xia Mo’s way of comforting herself from her own perspective, but from Xiao Jingyuan’s viewpoint, the person in front of him was the bastard who sold him and wouldn’t even admit it.

“You’re lying.” Xiao Jingyuan was like a lion that had been provoked, suddenly bursting with strength, as he pushed Xia Mo down to the ground.

He flipped over and mounted her, gripping her neck tightly.

Xia Mo hadn’t expected that the person who had just been half-dead could suddenly unleash such powerful strength, catching her off guard as he pinned her down.

“You bastard! I trusted you so much. When you were about to starve to death, it was I who shared my food with you and saved your life. All along, I took out my silver to share with you. I ate meat while you never even got a sip of soup. I had clothes to wear, and so did you. My silver ran out, and yet you sold me.”

【A new journey begins, grateful for our encounter. Since we’re here, let’s leave some footprints.】