Chapter 4: How Interesting, the Canonical Female Lead Has Been Reborn

Lin Wanjun had Song Zhanjin take a detour to Xixin Street, where she located the antique shop where Lin Yaozu had sold the ring.

She stated her purpose directly, but the shopkeeper immediately denied it, insisting that he had never received any ring.

Of course, that ring was worth a fortune—why would the shopkeeper willingly spit out the fat morsel already in his mouth?

Originally, Lin Wanjun had considered calling the police, but then she remembered her persona—she was the vicious supporting female lead. The thought made her chuckle.

In the original novel, the vicious female lead was a psychotic wildcard capable of anything.

So, she picked up a green brick, weighed it in her hand, and the next moment—smashed it hard against the antique shop’s glass display case.

A loud crash rang out as the glass shattered into countless shards.

Before the shopkeeper could even open his mouth, Lin Wanjun struck again—swinging the brick straight at his shiny bald forehead.

“You conniving scam artist! You tricked a fool into stealing my family heirloom and then claimed it as your own! Aren’t you afraid of retribution?”

“I’m telling you, without that heirloom, I don’t want to live anymore. If I die, I’ll take you with me!”

The shopkeeper was so terrified he clutched his head and spun in circles, screaming, “Stop it! Stop right now! I swear I’ll call the police on you!”

“Go on then, call them! If you’ve got the guts, go ahead! Once the police get here, they’ll investigate your business properly and see how many people you’ve scammed!”

Lin Wanjun, hair wild and disheveled, shouted at the top of her lungs while chasing the shopkeeper around with the brick.

Truth was, his business couldn’t withstand a proper investigation. Faced with Lin Wanjun’s threat, the shopkeeper panicked instead of standing his ground.

Sure, the ring was valuable—but if keeping it meant losing his entire operation or even ending up in jail, it simply wasn’t worth it.

In the end, the shopkeeper raised the white flag.

“The ring’s here, but you’ll have to pay double to get it back. And you’re covering the damage you caused to my shop!”

…

By the time Song Zhanjin arrived and parked the car, the antique store was already in total disarray.

But curiously enough, Lin Wanjun and the shopkeeper now looked like old friends.

Lin Wanjun held the emerald ring in one hand and handed over five hundred yuan with the other.

“Sorry to bother you, truly. I do apologize.”

She looked harmless and sweet, all innocence and civility—like a well-bred, sensible young lady. She even gave the shopkeeper a polite bow.

The man was so frightened he instinctively took several steps back.

“Get back—get back! You madwoman, stay away from me!”

“…Are you two… all right?”

Song Zhanjin stepped carefully through the glass shards scattered across the floor, looking puzzled as he asked.

Lin Wanjun sauntered forward gracefully and slipped her arm around his.

“We’re fine. Just a little misunderstanding—it’s all resolved now. I’m starving, let’s go home and eat some buns!”

Seeing that the shopkeeper didn’t say anything more, Song Zhanjin didn’t press the matter. He turned and left with Lin Wanjun.

Just as they pushed open the door, someone crashed into Lin Wanjun.

The person had been moving too fast, and the collision knocked her backward—right into Song Zhanjin’s arms. Before she could lose her temper, a choked sob reached her ears.

“Husband!”

Husband?

Lin Wanjun’s head snapped up. A lovely young woman stood before them, her eyes brimming with tears as she stared intently at Song Zhanjin.

When Lin Wanjun caught sight of the red beauty mark beneath the girl’s left eye, her heart skipped a beat.

The capital’s heiress, Dong Yingying—Song Zhanjin’s canonical match—had just appeared!

In the original novel, there were many descriptions of the female lead, but what left the deepest impression on Lin Wanjun was the teardrop-shaped beauty mark beneath her left eye.

Like a mistress caught red-handed by the legal wife, Lin Wanjun instinctively let go of Song Zhanjin’s arm and even took a few steps back to clear the way.

After all, when she was reading the story, she had been a die-hard supporter of the female lead—cheering her on in the comments every day and begging the author to hurry up and send the wicked supporting character to her doom…

Now, she was the wicked supporting character who had stolen the rightful place of another, the one everyone wanted to drive out. It was almost laughable—Lin Wanjun could yue from the irony.

Song Zhanjin’s brows furrowed slightly.

He grabbed Lin Wanjun’s wrist and pulled her back to his side.

“Yingying, are you sick again?”

His words weren’t meant to mock Dong Yingying—he was genuinely concerned.

The original novel had explained that the female lead, Dong Yingying, had lost her mother at a young age and had always been frail and sickly. She had spent much of her childhood living at the Song family home, cared for by Li Yuetang.

So, she and Song Zhanjin were true childhood sweethearts, inseparable from a young age.

Dong Yingying’s eyes were locked onto the emerald ring in Lin Wanjun’s hand. She suddenly reached out to snatch it.

“What do you think you’re doing? That belongs to me!”

Lin Wanjun quickly shielded the ring, and Song Zhanjin instinctively pulled her into his arms.

Dong Yingying exclaimed, agitated, “She’s a black-hearted, rotten woman! If the ring ends up in her hands, we’re all doomed!”

She grabbed hold of Song Zhanjin’s sleeve.

“In at most two months, we’ll be sent down to the labor camp. When that happens, she’ll run off with all the property and divorce you. She’s already got a man on the side!”

Song Zhanjin’s brow furrowed deeply as he pulled his arm free from Dong Yingying’s grip.

“What nonsense are you talking about? Being sent to a labor camp? It’s a sensitive time—watch what you say!”

Off to the side, Lin Wanjun’s expression remained calm, but a storm was raging inside her.

How did Dong Yingying know about things that hadn’t even happened yet?

Could it be… she had been reborn?

Dong Yingying’s rambling and frantic state made Song Zhanjin think she was having another episode, but Lin Wanjun had already confirmed one thing.

How interesting—Dong Yingying had been reborn!

One transmigrated, the other reborn—could this story get any more melodramatic?

Lin Wanjun recalled her role as the wicked supporting character and quickly looped her arm through Song Zhanjin’s once more, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“In front of me, you dare call my man husband? Miss, aren’t you being a little too bold?”

Dong Yingying’s eyes narrowed at Lin Wanjun’s seductive, flirtatious face. She spat angrily on the ground.

“You despicable slut—you deserve to be sliced a thousand times and sent straight to hell!”

If Dong Yingying had truly been reborn with her memories intact, then she wasn’t wrong.

The wicked supporting character in the original novel had done so many vile things that they could fill volumes. Even being dragged to the eighteenth level of hell wouldn’t be enough to atone for her sins.

Song Zhanjin pulled Lin Wanjun protectively into his arms.

“Dong Yingying, please show some respect to my wife.”

At those words, tears welled up in Dong Yingying’s eyes. Her expression was filled with pain and disappointment.

“You don’t believe me? Fine. That fox will soon reveal her true colors and drive a knife straight into your heart. Time will prove that everything I said today was true!”

Just then, a soldier wearing a red armband came walking over. Not wanting to cause a scene, Song Zhanjin ignored Dong Yingying’s protests and forcefully wrapped his arm around Lin Wanjun, quickly leading her away.

As soon as she got home, Lin Wanjun rushed upstairs without a moment’s delay, eager to examine the precious ring she had just recovered.

In the original novel, the process of activating the ring’s spatial function wasn’t described in detail—only that the female lead and Song Zhanjin had both been injured while working at the re-education farm during the downshift years, and it was in a moment of life and death that they accidentally unlocked the ring’s immense powers.

Anyone capable of earning a doctoral degree clearly wasn’t slow-witted, and Lin Wanjun quickly grasped the key detail.

The spatial function had been unlocked after they were injured…

Blood! It had to be blood!

Realizing this, Lin Wanjun grabbed a fruit knife and, without hesitation, sliced open her finger. She let the blood drip directly onto the ring—one drop at a time.

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