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"That's her, right? She stole her younger sister's fiancé. Now we're in for a good show."

"They call her their long-lost daughter to make it sound nice, but she could just be an illegitimate daughter. Song Yurou really has it rough."

Music flowed gently through the resplendent exhibition hall. Glittering crystal chandeliers, an enormous champagne tower, guests dressed in elegant evening wear-everything proclaimed the grandeur of the banquet.

Although this was a charity gala for the wealthy elite, the Jiang Family's newly married, down-and-out daughter-in-law was undoubtedly the center of attention.

The woman wore J's latest haute couture black velvet evening gown. Her long, cascading waves made her face look barely palm-sized, and beneath her lovely peach-blossom eyes, her vivid red lips made it all the harder to look away.

How had they not known that the wild girl supposedly brought back from the countryside was this beautiful?

Song Shiwei was the daughter the Song Family had only recently found. She had barely spent a few days with them before somehow stealing the fiancé promised to her younger sister and marrying into the Jiang Family, one of the foremost wealthy families, becoming the wife of their eldest young master, Jiang Xun.

Today was also her

first post-marriage

appearance at a high-society banquet, with her younger sister, Song Yurou, attending as well.

Wasn't this clearly going to be an iconic scene of sisters coming to blows? Like cats catching the scent of fish, the wealthy families had all scrambled to get invitations.

They just wanted to see how this daughter-in-law of the Jiang Family would face her younger sister today.

For a wild girl reclaimed from the countryside, the most worldly experience of her life was probably taking a plane. She likely didn't even understand what an auction was.

If she and her sister met like enemies, eyes blazing with hatred, and started fighting right here, that would really liven things up. It would be the Jiang Family's reputation going down the drain.

At the thought of the Jiang Family making a public spectacle of themselves shortly, they could barely wait, their eyes fixed unblinkingly on Song Shiwei.

Meanwhile, Song Shiwei, the wild country girl everyone was mocking both openly and behind her back, had no idea she seemed to be at the center of all this gossip.

Her eyes rested unwaveringly on the little cakes in front of her, and she was already drooling inside. Without hesitation, she picked one up and began calling her system. "A Tong! This little cake is so good."

As usual, the system gave no response. Song Shiwei was already used to it.

She had originally been a lively, cheerful college girl who loved nothing more than reading novels, surfing the internet, and feasting on gossip. Who would have thought that after half a month of staying up late reading gossip and novels, she would suddenly drop dead? When she opened her eyes again, she had transmigrated into a world that combined several novels.

The first pair of leads handled the wealthy-family true-and-fake-heiress

angsty romance

storyline. They loved each other through three hundred rounds of life and death, turning countless people into part of their play. After dragging countless others into the grave with them, the two lived happily in love for the rest of their lives.

The second pair of leads handled the koi-luck

sweet romance

storyline. They spent a hundred years romancing each other in every conceivable way, successfully tormenting several dimwitted supporting men and women to death.

The third pair of leads handled the

childhood sweethearts

broken-mirror-made-whole

storyline. They spent ten thousand years breaking up and getting back together in every conceivable way, successfully stringing along several dumb dogs of supporting men and women who handed over people, money, and their lives.

Everyone here had a story. Everyone was part of the various leads' play, and even the original owner of her body was no exception.

The original owner had been switched at birth. After returning to her wealthy family, she had been made to marry the great villain in place of the fake heiress, who possessed a system. The original owner endured a whole series of torments: jealousy and framing, humiliation at a banquet, the wealthy families' loathing, being hunted by the male lead, and having a kidney removed to save the fake heiress. After her wealthy villain husband went bankrupt, she was left penniless, despised by everyone, and driven out of her home, dying a miserable death.

Meanwhile, relying on her system and female lead halo, the fake heiress went through three hundred rounds of loving the male lead through life and death before successfully marrying him, the newly crowned richest man. She became a hugely popular award-winning actress and reached the pinnacle of life.

Song Shiwei inwardly cried out at how utterly ridiculous it was. A supporting female character's life was still a life!

But that infuriating A Tong had vanished after saying only a few words to her, leaving her with nothing but a World Outline Preview Encyclopedia and the full, uncut text.

Looking at this World Outline Preview Encyclopedia, which could rightly be called a gossip lover's bible, Song Shiwei felt her gossip-loving soul burst into flames.

Everyone said wealthy families were full of juicy gossip. Looking at this, they certainly lived up to their reputation.

So when the butler brought her this invitation to a high-society event, Song Shiwei agreed without hesitation.

When had a broke college girl like her ever attended a gathering of wealthy families? She had to go broaden her horizons. She had heard there would be little cakes and pastries at the banquet, and she could feast on gossip while she was at it.

Yay! Prime gossip-viewing seat acquired!

While everyone was busy gossiping, Song Yurou approached in a tasteful little evening dress, looking apologetic. "Sorry, everyone. My older sister only just came back, so she might still be having trouble adjusting. Please bear with her."

"Yurou, you're far too kind. Your sister has behaved like this, and you're still defending her. Some people can fly up onto a high branch, but that doesn't turn them into a phoenix."

Song Shiwei was happily eating her little cake when Song Yurou's cloying voice and a deep male voice suddenly reached her ears. She choked, blinking, her gaze clear and utterly foolish.

At the same time, a clear female voice rang out in the minds of the people around Song Shiwei who had been about to join President Wang in mocking her.

[Hmm... who's this guy? Let me look him up. Does he live by the sea? Is that why he sticks his nose into waters this wide?]

[Oh? Isn't this Wang Datou, the sucker Song Yurou found?]

President Wang: ???

The others gathered there were dumbfounded too: ???

What was going on? Whose voice was that?!

Were they hearing things? How could a girl's voice appear out of thin air?

They all shook their heads, silently telling themselves that they must have been hallucinating from not getting enough rest these past few days.

[Wang Datou? Wait! President Wang's new wife is actually his son's ex-girlfriend! His slippery imperial father has already grown old! Stepmom fiction, huff, huff!!]

[Oh my, oh my, Wang Datou's son is actually Song Yuwei's lackey?]

[Wow, wow, wow, this is way too thrilling. How can it be this thrilling...]

As the voice kept ringing out in their minds, everyone's gaze turned toward President Wang in unison. Shock no longer even began to describe the expressions on their faces.