Chapter 1: Did I Kidnap the Female Lead?

“Damn it, how unlucky can I get?”

“Was it just for sending razor blades? And now I’ve transmigrated!”

Lin Huanhuan leaned against a grand master’s chair, her delicate face filled with endless sorrow.

She was a transmigrator, originally named Lin Shuang.

In her previous life, she had just gotten into university, finally escaping from her bitter days and about to enjoy a happy college life.

She was following a really good novel, and was almost at the level of being a core fan, but who could have expected, the ending gave her the worst disappointment.

The original harem was suddenly switched to a single female lead, turning into a stock-picking plot!

She was nearly angered to death, instantly turning from a fan to a hater.

It was a wish-fulfillment story—the male lead flirted with a bunch of girls, and in the end, just picked one through a stock-picking approach. No matter how you looked at it, she couldn’t accept it.

The most crucial point was that this damned author even wrote “harem” in the synopsis. Otherwise, who would have been fooled into this bloodbath!

In a fit of rage, she mailed the author a razor blade, and only felt a little relieved afterward.

But not long after, she received a confusing letter: “You don’t want this ending? Then go change it yourself!”

“What a lousy threat.”

She sneered, but then suddenly saw a black spot appear before her eyes. It grew in the wind, instantly turning into a black hole, which swallowed her terrified self whole.

Then she saw the Heavenly Dao of the novel world and was told that, for some reason, the plot had deviated. So she was chosen to become the blonde female villain in the story and, as the Corrector, push the male and female leads together in the end.

She wanted to refuse—what a joke, she wasn’t a masochist, why would she willingly become a villain for others to trample on?

But obviously, she had no right to refuse.

Luckily, the Heavenly Dao didn’t just want to exploit her. It promised that as long as she completed the task and died beautifully, she could return to her original world—and be rewarded with unlimited money.

What a deal!

She happily rolled up her sleeves, ready for action.

But to her shock, after reincarnation, except for some instincts, she didn’t bring any memories with her at all.

It wasn’t until now, after committing one bad deed after another, that she finally unlocked the mystery of her birth and recalled everything.

“Damn Heavenly Dao, just to make sure I have no way out, you force me to walk the path you laid out?”

At the thought, Lin Huanhuan even felt the urge to spit.

Where had all the trust between people gone?

In this life, her identity was the youngest daughter of the Lin Family of Qinghe. The Lin Family was a cultivation clan, and its head was at Jindan Peak—she really was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

If she’d lived a normal life, even if she didn’t become a powerhouse, she could at least have lived comfortably.

But don’t forget, she was the villain!

Naturally, Lin Huanhuan’s orientation wasn’t normal either—she liked women, a mirror polisher!

That wouldn’t be much, but the women she liked were all heroines. In order to win them over, she had often deliberately made trouble for the male and female leads, creating crises for them.

Though in the end, they always managed to turn danger into safety, and even benefited from it.

She was the legendary blonde villainess, trying to steal the female lead from the male protagonist!

Villains never come to a good end—especially those who compete with the protagonist for women. Such a villain is destined to be ground to dust, or else the audience’s resentment can’t be satisfied.

The only thing to be thankful for was that in the original, the male lead didn’t go crazy and beat her half to death or drag her back as a scapegoat. Otherwise, she’d be truly hopeless.

But thinking about it, it made sense. After all, it was a stock-picking story.

Before reincarnating, she even planned to go easier when causing trouble for the leads.

Maybe she could avoid dying in the end, and enjoy the immortal cultivation world. That would be way more fun than going back.

But this intention was discovered by the Heavenly Dao, which immediately arranged for her to be reincarnated without memories, only awakening them at the set time—what an explosive mess.

“Looks like I’ll have to suffer a bit. Originally, I wanted to have some fun, but I’ll have to forget it now.”

Lin Huanhuan cried out in misery and collapsed onto the floor like a corpse.

This world was just too hostile to her. All she wanted now was to lie quietly and have a beautiful nap.

Knock, knock, knock—

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and a gentle, rain-like female voice sounded:

“Miss, are you inside?”

“I’m here. Come in.”

The door opened, and a young girl dressed as a maid, with delicate features, walked in slowly. Most notably, the maid was carrying a long, sack-like bag, both ends drooping down.

The maid set down the sack, stepped back two paces, let her arms hang at her sides, and bowed her head. “Miss, the task is done.”

The maid before her was called Dong Yuner. They had grown up together, and she was her personal maid—absolutely trustworthy.

“What task?”

Lin Huanhuan was a little dazed. The sudden flood of memories was like a massive pile of knowledge shoved into her brain, making it hard to recall recent events.

“It’s what Miss told me to do. Did you forget?”

Dong Yuner was a bit confused, but trusting as always, she didn’t think too much:

“It’s nothing major. If Miss opens the bag, you’ll know. I won’t disturb you here, so I’ll take my leave.”

Miss didn’t like to be watched when doing shady things.

Dong Yuner left the room.

What’s going on? Why does my personal maid seem a bit unhappy? Is it just my imagination?

Lin Huanhuan frowned slightly, a cold look flashing across her face.

Good for you, Dong Yuner, daring to keep secrets from me. Getting more and more out of hand.

If this continues, it can’t be allowed. Looks like I’ll have to teach her a lesson, educate Dong Yuner properly.

Lin Huanhuan’s eyes turned sharp as she shifted her gaze to the long sack.

What’s with this shape? Something’s not right…

Could there be… someone inside?

No way, right?

Lin Huanhuan found herself laughing at her own thought.

But it really did look like that.

She untied the rope and pulled down the sack. The moment she did, Lin Huanhuan’s movements froze, as if hit by a petrification spell, her pupils narrowing to pinpoints.

The sack opened, revealing a slender, graceful figure.

A long white silk bound that soft, delicate body, winding around her, outlining her curves in a shockingly alluring way.

Her face was petite, and her almond eyes even more adorable. The only flaw was that those eyes glared at her fiercely, filled with stubbornness and unwillingness.

If her cherry lips weren’t gagged with a handkerchief, she’d probably already be cursing her out.

A straight nose, tender, fair skin—she hadn’t fully grown yet, but one could already see the makings of a breathtaking beauty.

Lin Huanhuan’s brows twitched a few times, her expression shifting between red and white—truly a sight.

How is there really someone in the sack?!

And it’s actually Ye Jinxi, one of the heroines in the novel—how did she end up bound and delivered here?

Is someone trying to frame me?!

Do they think the ending where I get beaten into a blood mist isn’t tragic enough?

Lin Huanhuan stood up, about to call Dong Yuner back in.

Then, a sudden flash of inspiration hit her mind.

“Ye Jinxi… seems like I was the one who ordered Dong Yuner to capture her.”