Accidents always come before plans—that’s life.
The boy’s soul floated above his own body—or rather, his corpse—reflecting on more than twenty years of life.
From an ordinary elementary school, to a mediocre middle school, and then a plain, unremarkable university… everything seemed so normal.
But that was fine.
After graduation, he started working, and with a bit of determination, he quickly achieved some small successes.
Even the company boss praised him for his drive and refusal to admit defeat, promising a promotion and raise next month.
It felt like the past twenty-odd years had all been building up to this moment, and now the foundation was set—it was time to soar.
Then he died.
The wind rushing toward him was too strong, and the truck that appeared from around the corner was even more deadly.
A traffic accident was born.
The boy’s energetic life ended abruptly, like a movie commentary in a short video.
How frustrating.
So many regrets, so many hopes, all left for the next life…
[There is no next life.]
The words suddenly appeared before his eyes, making him freeze on the spot.
“What?”
[There is no next life. Death is a permanent slumber, an endless, dreamless night. You will never wake again.]
The boy’s pupils shrank, and his heart turned cold.
It was over.
No miracles, no next life—was everything truly finished?
Just as he was sinking into despair, the words before him changed again.
[However, you now have another choice: Take on a new identity in another world, complete your tasks, and live as that person from then on.]
The text flickered rapidly, flipping before his eyes like a broadcast screen—
[Everyone has their own identity. But there are some people who stand opposite the protagonist chosen by fate, taking pleasure in challenging them. Though they are Villainesses, they don’t commit grand acts of murder or arson. Seemingly insignificant, yet every protagonist has at least one across from them.]
[If you accept The Contract, you will live under this identity. Based on your interactions with the protagonist, we will periodically issue Villainess missions. The specific actions are up to you, as long as you fulfill the mission requirements. Upon completion, you will be scored and receive special rewards.]
[Do you accept?]
The boy read the text several times.
He found nothing wrong.
It was basically like switching jobs, with special rewards for good performance.
As for the work itself—he’d read enough novels to know it involved things like mocking the protagonist, bullying, causing trouble—nothing too difficult.
As long as he kept things in moderation, there shouldn’t be any deep-seated grudges.
Thinking about it, it was like being given a free second chance at life.
“I accept!”
Who knows, maybe the new life would be even better than before.
He thought.
That wouldn’t be so bad…
[The Contract is established. Final friendly reminder: you may encounter various complex environments. Please proceed with caution.]
“It’s fine. The strong never complain about their circumstances,” he said.
“Bring it on.”
All the text was wiped away, leaving only the final line—
[Then, good luck, Villainess.]
“Thanks, but the strong don’t rely on luck… Wait, Villainess what?”
He seemed to hear a strange word, but before he could question it, drowsiness overtook him, and his consciousness slipped into chaos.
May is the season when summer gently arrives.
Sometimes sunny, sometimes cool—only the wind consistently makes people drowsy.
In the spacious private courtyard, within a small Western-style villa, the breeze made the girl feel a chill in her bedroom.
She lowered her head and sniffed at her collar.
A strong milky scent filled her nose, reminding her of the White Rabbit milk candies she loved as a child.
Thinking of delicious food, her mouth instantly watered.
“Humu… Mmm… Cough, cough, cough!”
She woke herself up choking on her own saliva.
The jolt awakened her slumbering mind, and memories of her past life surged up chaotically—like tangled charger cords in a dorm room.
But she managed to sort them out.
She remembered.
On a day filled with motivation, she’d been hit by a car and died while walking to work.
Then her soul met a mysterious entity that offered her a job as a Villainess—letting her continue to live.
Though, at the end, she thought she heard it say something about a Villainess… Miss?
“It must’ve been my imagination,” the girl said, her voice crisp as a lark.
“Probably just misheard.”
Then she fell silent, stunned by the sound of her own voice.
Oh no, something’s wrong.
She lowered her head and looked down.
Her vision went black—no, white—blinded by a snowy landscape.
Something big had happened!
As she gazed into that snowy abyss, her name surfaced in her mind.
Bai Xiaoya.
From the fragments of memory, she learned that she had originally been named Bai Xiaoya.
When she grew up during adolescence, her parents felt the name didn’t suit her anymore, so they changed the middle character to a homonym, becoming Bai Xiaoya.
A truly feminine name—of the well-endowed variety.
Sitting on the bed, Bai Xiaoya closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them again.
“It’s fine. The strong never complain about their circumstances.”
Her life motto calmed her.
She collected herself and looked around.
It was a spacious bedroom—just one room was several times larger than her old rented apartment.
From the decor, it was modern, matching the era of her previous life, but more luxurious and extravagant.
Expensive, official merchandise plushies decorated the carpet.
Piecing together her current memories, she confirmed this was a modern city, and a wealthy family’s home.
As for supernatural powers—she hadn’t seen any in her memories, so at least not on the surface.
It didn’t matter.
She had died and been reborn, signed The Contract with a mysterious entity—nothing could faze her now.
Once again: The strong never complain about their circumstances.
Looking around, she spotted a large, gleaming full-length mirror next to the wardrobe.
Bai Xiaoya stepped onto the carpet and walked slowly toward it.
Her downward view was blocked by her chest, so she had to rely on the mirror to see herself.
Tap, tap—her delicate, pale feet stopped in front of the glass.
A small beauty with bright eyes and white teeth stared in shock.
“…Is this me?”
Her soft white hair was slightly tousled from sleep, making her delicate face even more endearing—like a junior high school flower who made people fall in love at first sight.
But Bai Xiaoya knew this body was already eighteen, a freshman in university, currently on break for May Day.
Her figure confirmed her status as a college student.
The cool camisole couldn’t hide her ample pride, and her slender waist formed a perfect curve.
Below the short skirt, her long white legs shone so brightly they were almost dazzling.
Not only were they shapely, but there was even a soft, slightly fleshy “absolute territory” at the top of her thighs.
She couldn’t help reaching out to pinch it gently.
Very nice.
Soft, smooth—amazing.
In short, her appearance as a white-haired beauty resembled a new heroine from some visual novel called Princess Shirayuki.
The kind of face that made people think of romance, and a figure that made people think of youth—and forbidden things…
…Cough, cough!
Wait!
Bai Xiaoya’s cheeks flushed red.
She shook her head to clear away impure thoughts.
Calm down.
She didn’t even know what her work situation was yet—how could she think about such things?
She needed to get on track and do something proper…like go out and take a look.
She opened the bedroom door and stepped out, her small feet clad in bunny slippers padding across the hallway floor.
Not far away, a maid cleaning the area turned around at the sound.
She smiled and greeted her.
“Eldest Miss, good morning~!”
E-Eldest Miss?
“Um… I guess.”
Bai Xiaoya felt a little awkward.
She’d never heard such a respectful form of address before.
Hearing the commotion, other maids nearby—sweeping, cleaning windows, trimming the garden outside—also turned to greet her.
“Eldest Miss, good morning~”
“Good morning, Eldest Miss.”
“Good morning, Eldest Miss~!”
Bai Xiaoya felt her steps grow unsteady at all the greetings.
She spotted a dining table and chairs ahead and sat down.
Mainly, the burden on her chest was heavy.
The sensation of her center of gravity swaying with every step… was strange, but also a little intriguing.
Her feelings were complicated.
She’d thought she would feel annoyed by the unfamiliarity (the unsteadiness caused by a large chest), but for some reason she felt a bit proud.
Thinking back, it was probably because her coworkers always said that a girl’s bust was like a man’s muscles—having them was good, and bigger was better.
She hadn’t built much muscle in her previous life, but now she had big… assets!
Before long, a maid wheeled over a breakfast cart and laid out the dishes on the table.
Apparently, they took her sitting down as a sign to start the meal.
New to the environment, Bai Xiaoya didn’t have much appetite at first.
But seeing the table full of exquisite dishes, more than ten types of pastries, both Chinese and Western, a bird’s nest dish she’d only ever seen in pictures, and several unknown items, she was instantly intrigued.
She blinked.
“Breakfast is this fancy?”
She asked sincerely.
But the maid’s face immediately turned pale, and she hurriedly said, “I’m sorry, Eldest Miss! I’ll inform the kitchen right away to make something more to your taste!”
“Ah, wait—I didn’t mean it like that!”
Bai Xiaoya tried to explain, but the maid had already run off.
She wasn’t sure if it was her that hadn’t adapted to the environment or the environment that hadn’t adapted to her.
Either way, things weren’t going ideally.
But the pastries were delicious!
After a few minutes, having finished half a bowl of fish porridge, a man in a dark long-sleeved shirt approached with a friendly smile.
“Eldest Miss, if there’s anything new you’d like to eat today, just tell me and I’ll have the kitchen prepare it right away.”
Memory fragments told her that this man’s surname was Zhang—one of the two butlers of the Bai Family, someone she had a good relationship with.
She usually left matters to him.
She also recalled what she called him—
“Old Zhang, I wasn’t joking. There’s really no need to make breakfast like this.”
The variety might have been to accommodate her picky tastes, but this much food could easily feed five people.
Coming from a thrifty background, Bai Xiaoya disliked such waste.
Zhang Butler kept smiling.
“Eldest Miss, you’re so funny. Why so suddenly today…”
Mid-sentence, his expression shifted.
He glanced around, then quickly strode over, squatting beside Bai Xiaoya and lowering his voice.
“Eldest Miss, so you know too?”
The girl paused.
“Know what?”
Since they’d gotten this far, Zhang Butler didn’t care if she was pretending or not.
He checked again to make sure no one was nearby, then whispered, “You know, Li Butler doesn’t have much to do, unlike me who serves Eldest Miss with all my heart.
He gets bored and always goes looking for something to do.
The other day, he went to the City Hospital.”
Li Butler was the Bai Family’s other butler.
Since he hadn’t secured the job of serving the Eldest Miss, he’d always been a step behind Zhang Butler.
Bai Xiaoya tilted her head, signaling him to continue.
“The City Hospital—that’s where you were born eighteen years ago, Eldest Miss. He checked records, personnel, and kept digging. Then he stumbled on something. He said there was a misunderstanding back then—a family with the same surname, a careless nurse, a mix-up, things like that.”
Zhang Butler glanced at Bai Xiaoya, noting her calm expression, before continuing.
“But don’t worry, Eldest Miss.
People grow attached over time.
Mr. Bai and Madam Bai watched you grow up from childhood…
It’s just that the Bai Family might have an extra Miss from now on.”
Honestly, Bai Xiaoya didn’t quite understand at first.
But after hearing this, a glowing screen appeared before her eyes—
[Dingdong—First Movement activated: False Daughter and True Daughter, Birthright Struggle.]
“Eldest Miss,” Zhang Butler made a throat-cutting gesture, his expression fierce yet earnest.
“A person who isn’t ruthless can’t stand firm!”