Su Qinghe opened her eyes and found herself in a luxurious hotel suite, the air thick with a strange sweet scent. She was lying on a soft bed, and in the next moment she realized she was straddling a man’s waist.
The man beneath her was Lu Zhiheng. His black hair was slightly disheveled, his eyes flushed red at the corners, and his jaw tightly clenched. Even in his current state, he still carried an overwhelming noble and restrained presence.
Lu Zhiheng was the male lead, the heir of the Lu family’s hotel empire, and the untouchable figure at the top of Beijing’s elite circle. In the original story, he was also the object of the original owner Su Qinghe’s obsessive infatuation.
Then a flood of memories surged into Su Qinghe’s mind.
She had transmigrated into a novel and become Su Qinghe, the foolish and notorious villainess who shared her name. In reality, she had been a top-tier celebrity beauty, but in this world she had become an ordinary-looking rich girl with a decent background and an obsession-driven personality.
While she was still trying to process what had happened, a sharp pain came from her waist, pulling her back to the present moment and making her fully realize the situation she was in.
