Chapter 1: Her Name Is Chi Mo, Guan Yizhou's Girlfriend
The office blinds were half-closed. The afternoon light was sliced into thin strips, falling across Ke Miantang’s flushed cheeks.
She was sunken deep into the corner of the sofa, her back pressed against the soft cushions. In front of her was the shadow of Rong She leaning down over her.
One hand braced against the sofa back beside her ear. The other gripped her waist, locking her in tight, like he wanted to crush her straight into his bones.
His kisses didn’t care about reason.
Ke Miantang had already lost count of how many this was.
His breath smothered her. His lips were scalding hot, his force domineering and ruthless.
At first she could still grab a fistful of his shirt collar. Later she lost her strength bit by bit, until she could only weakly drape her arms over his shoulders and neck.
Like a drowning person clinging to driftwood.
But the driftwood was dragging her down with it.
“Mm… Rong She…” She turned her head trying to dodge, but all her breath was stolen away. The air in her chest grew thinner and thinner.
She pushed at his chest. Her palms met the burning muscles under his shirt. She couldn’t move him. He pressed down like a wall.
Ke Miantang was so anxious her eyes went red, the tip of her nose too. Her voice came out soft and sweet. Even her refusal sounded like she was acting spoiled.
Rong She didn’t answer. His long lashes lowered. His palm cupped the back of her head, pressing her back in, dragging the kiss out even longer.
She was finally forced into a wet sheen of tears. Broken whimpers spilled from her throat, like a little animal bullied past its limit.
Making that kind of breathy sound that made a person’s heart tremble.
Right then, Secretary Yuan’s restrained knock came from the door.
“Young Master, the meeting starts in five minutes. All the directors have arrived.”
The kiss paused for a second.
Rong She’s lips were still pressed to hers, their scorching breaths tangled together.
He opened his eyes. He didn’t let go right away. Slowly, he bit down on her soft lower lip once before pulling back two inches.
His breath brushed her face. The corners of his eyes were stained red. Those brows and eyes, usually cold to the point of being bland, were now lit up by something. Intense enough to startle anyone.
Ke Miantang was kissed dizzy. Her lips parted slightly, her hazy gaze unable to focus. Beautiful enough to catch every eye.
Rong She reached out and tucked the stray hairs scattered by her cheek. “Wait for me nicely in the office.”
His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a lingering magnetism.
His thumb wiped the corner of her mouth. Only then did he stand up.
A strip of his shirt hem had been pulled out of his suit pants. He smoothed it down casually, not bothering with the popped button. He pulled the door open, and his back disappeared from sight.
Ke Miantang slumped on the sofa. After a long time, her whole body deflated, going completely limp.
She stretched her legs out and propped them on the armrest, toes pointed tight, curling inside her stockings.
Not long after, she sat up on the sofa and opened her mouth to summon the System.
“For these missions of yours, can you give me an option to refuse intimate contact?”
She raised a hand and touched her swollen lips. The more she touched, the angrier she got.
“Look at this. Look what he kissed me into. He kisses way too viciously. My tongue is still numb.”
System: …
“Say something!”
[Host, personal experiences related to the plot are outside the System’s feedback scope.]
“What do you mean outside your feedback scope? Can’t you feel a little sorry for me? I’ve never even held a guy’s hand, and you throw me straight into French kissing. Don’t you think that’s too big a jump?”
[Suggestion: Host should focus on the mission objective.]
“How is that any different from empty promises?”
Ke Miantang rolled her eyes and sat up properly on the sofa.
Her skirt was wrinkled beyond recognition. A button on her knit top had come undone, exposing a stretch of glowing white collarbone.
There was a faint red mark on her collarbone. Left behind just now when Rong She lost control.
She stared at that red mark and silently buttoned it back up.
“When is this ever going to end?” Ke Miantang sighed deeply, genuine exhaustion in her voice.
[Plot Correction System notice: 150 days remaining until mission completion.]
Ke Miantang leaned her head back against the sofa, staring blankly at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Come to think of it, she’d been here for a month already.
A month ago, she was still a freshly graduated college student.
One night she was lying at home with nothing to do. After her shower, she lay in bed reading a chaebol campus novel, roasting it as she read.
When she hit the part where the vicious supporting female character—who shared her exact name—was personally ruined by the male lead, she really couldn’t hold back. She fired off a bullet comment: This male lead goes way too hard, does he have brain damage or something?
Right after sending it, her chest tightened. Then everything went black, and she dropped dead on the spot.
When she opened her eyes again, she was here.
Transmigrated neat and tidy, becoming that Ke Miantang who shared her name and met a miserable end.
Her mental state at the time could be summed up in four words: died on the spot.
Luckily, her timing wasn’t fatal.
In the original plot, the supporting character Ke Miantang had already exited the story before it even began.
Because she crazily targeted the original female lead, the male lead Rong She retaliated until her family went bankrupt. In the end, her family packed her off overseas. She became nothing more than an ex-girlfriend symbol mentioned in other characters’ dialogue, without even a chance to show her face.
But this book was a little different.
It took her several days to piece together the truth from the System’s fragmented explanations—she hadn’t transmigrated into the original work, but into a fanfic version rewritten by the book’s readers.
In this version, the original owner had been given six extra months of life.
Her mission was simple: play the role of Rong She’s girlfriend well, keep this yandere male lead stable, until the real original female lead appeared.
The original female lead, Zhang Xin, was a sophomore at Lingzhou University. Pretty, top grades, resilient and kind-hearted—the standard sweet-pet novel heroine setup.
Completely different from the original owner, a spoiled, willful rich girl pampered since childhood.
Zhang Xin fell for Rong She the first time she appeared, but suppressed her feelings because their statuses weren’t equal.
Later, through increased contact on projects, she slowly caught Rong She’s attention.
As for the original owner’s younger brother, Ke Ji, his connection with Zhang Xin started on a rainstorm day.
Zhang Xin kindly lent him an umbrella, and Ke Ji remembered the girl.
Afterwards, the original owner complained about Zhang Xin in Ke Ji’s ear every single day. Said she was fake and pretentious, said she wasn’t worthy. But saying it so much only carved Zhang Xin deeper into Ke Ji’s mind.
The more his sister hated someone, the more he wanted to see for himself.
Out of jealousy that Zhang Xin got everyone’s attention, the original owner schemed to frame her. Instead, she pushed herself to the opposite side of everyone—even her own biological brother stood on Zhang Xin’s side.
As for where the original owner went?
The System vaguely said she “accidentally awakened and then went on strike.”
Ke Miantang felt the sky collapse. You’re a paper character, and you can go on strike?
But the System didn’t give her much time to dwell on it, binding the mission directly.
And now, this was the situation.
Complete the mission, and she could get a hundred million in prize money, plus pick any city she liked to continue living in afterwards.
Fail the mission, and she’d walk through the plot according to the original supporting character’s tragic ending.
Thinking of that ending, Ke Miantang couldn’t help shivering.
In her month here, she’d figured out seventy to eighty percent of the male lead’s personality.
Rong She. Twenty-one years old. Sole heir to the Xingyun Group. Student council president of Chengxin Academy.
His public persona was a gentle-as-jade chaebol young master. Never raised his voice, never lost composure. The universally acknowledged perfect god by the academy girls.
But Ke Miantang knew that wasn’t real.
The Rong She in the book was extremely arrogant, extremely obsessive, and had antisocial personality disorder.
Whoever provoked him wouldn’t live to see the next day. Humane destruction in the truest sense.
The “Ke Miantang” in the original work was just a girlfriend Rong She dated to kill boredom. He never even touched her, just kept her there like a lucky charm doll.
But weirdly, on the very night Ke Miantang transmigrated, Rong She kissed her until she cried.
The next day, this guy hypocritically came over to apologize, looking innocent, saying he couldn’t control himself.
Ke Miantang was about to die of anger. She felt the Rong She in front of her wasn’t the same as the one written in the book.
But the System insisted it was just a minor deviation, nothing that would affect the mission.
“Forget it, no use thinking about it.”
Ke Miantang patted her cheeks, stood up from the sofa, stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to stretch.
The glass reflected her current appearance. She stared blankly at it, feeling the person in the mirror was familiar yet embarrassing.