A 30-year-old single virgin, Dou Anyao, devoutly knelt before the Buddha, praying for a destined marriage. Then, she slipped, rolled down nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, and transmigrated into a yuri novel where the ‘wife-chasing-husband’ trope ended in scattered ashes.
Unfortunately, she was that scattered ashes.
The original owner was a scummy woman, flirting with everyone but never truly committing. Despite being adored in the novel, she callously disregarded everyone’s feelings.
Only after her love interest found happiness elsewhere did she desperately plead, ” I’m sorry, I just realized I love you.”
After hearing this, Dou Anyao’s fists hardened: “People should exchange sincerity for sincerity. who wants to be known as a scumbag?”
The Purity-Upholding System applauded her: “The host is right! The host’s awareness is number one in the world!
Because the original owner was too scummy, crushing too many innocent girls’ hearts and incurring public wrath, Heaven wants to punish her. Now, if you can’t stay single for a year, you will die.”
“Dou Anyao: “I will what?”
Actually, I hadn’t said anything, had I?…
Dying is impossible. Isn’t staying single a piece of cake?
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A sought-after and hard-to-get gentle songwriter @ her online: “Yaoyao, I wrote you a song that perfectly suits your voice. It’s a custom-made piece for you~”
The whole internet was in an uproar, with all kinds of envious, jealous, and hateful screams about how lucky this scheming green tea was.
Without a flicker of emotion, Dou Anyao said, “Trash it. I won’t use it”
Songwriter: “???”
Netizens: “???” How dare she?
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When Dou Anyao was on a dating reality show, everyone thought Dou Anyao would use all her tricks to flirt everywhere, but she went crazy in a different way.
Receiving ninety-nine red roses, Dou Anyao: “Achoo—I’m sorry, I have rhinitis. Are you trying to kill me by sending me flowers?”
Receiving a hand-carved wooden sculpture: “Uh, not to discourage you, but I think you still have a lot of room for improvement. Keep working hard, and you’ll definitely be able to sell this in the future. Keep it up.”
When being stared at by a movie emperor with eyes said to be as gentle as water, drowning people without compensation, Dou Anyao waved her hand: “Are you asleep? Or do you have a visual nerve disorder?”
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When a supermodel made her a loving breakfast, Dou Anyao accidentally ate it all, almost licking the bowl clean.
The system in her mind was desperately warning her not to be blinded by the glamorous supermodel. Dou Anyao elegantly wiped her mouth: “Not bad. If you can’t walk the runway in the future, you can come to my house as a cook. 18,000 a month with five insurances and one housing fund.”
The supermodel sneered: “Okay, but I don’t want money.”
Dou Anyao asked suspiciously: “Then what do you want?”
“I want you.”
“.. You want my… life?
