Wen Xin and her best friend had a falling out, turning from close companions to bitter enemies. In an act of revenge, her former best friend wrote her into a cliché-filled period novel as a tragic side character.

In the novel, the character bearing Wen Xin’s name was a pitiful cannon-fodder supporting role. Not only had her parents caused the downfall of the male lead’s family, but after they were reinstated to their former positions, they feared retaliation and forcibly sent their daughter to serve as the male lead’s unpaid “little maid.”

Watching the female supporting character—modeled after herself—get tormented physically and emotionally by the cold and ascetic male lead, only to develop a twisted, masochistic love for him, Wen Xin scoffed in disdain.

Hmph!

No matter how handsome he is, there’s no way I’d develop Stockholm Syndrome for him!

But the moment she finished speaking, she found herself s**ked into the novel—luggage and all.

Faced with this overdramatic plot, Wen Xin had two choices:

Flaunt her even more delicate and beautiful looks—surpassing even the original female supporting role—and walk away;

Make the cold male lead cry, then have him wrapped around her finger.

But later…

“Come here.”

His voice was hoarse, his gaze dark. His half-unbuttoned shirt revealed a glimpse of his sculpted chest as he rose from the sofa, pressing her against the wall in a desperate kiss.

Wen Xin: “…”

Wait a minute! Didn’t the novel say the male lead loathed the female supporting character? He wouldn’t even let her touch the hem of his clothes!

Then who is this man who can’t seem to keep his hands—or lips—off her?!

Someone smirked. “Tell me, who’s really the one being ‘arranged’ here, hmm?”

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