A Strange Transmigration Novel - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I am the female lead of a tragic romance novel, the substitute for a CEO’s White Moonlight.

Ever since I was a child, there has been a voice in my head-a System.

It told me: “You are the female lead of a tragic romance. Once you start working, you will meet a CEO named Shi Xu. He is your fated partner.”

Before the System could finish its explanation, I told my older sister everything.

I’ve had a mouth like a sieve since I was little.

Back then, webnovels about transmigrating into books with a System didn’t exist yet.

My sister, who is more than ten years older than me, reacted as if facing a mortal enemy. She took me straight to the hospital’s psychiatric department to be treated for schizophrenia.

And hey, treating the schizophrenia actually cured me of the System.

Ten-odd years later, I graduated from university and started working.

My boss is a CEO, and his name just happens to be Shi Xu.

Recalling the System’s words from all those years ago, I fell into deep thought.

I am one of Shi Xu’s secretaries.

This CEO is a total pain in the neck; he needs someone to handle everything from his coffee to his meals.

I’m the one responsible for serving the coffee, managing the food, and carrying his documents.

The work looks easy enough.

However, the CEO is a true capitalist, and the monthly salary he pays me is incredibly low.

A full year’s salary is just enough for me to buy two Rolls-Royces.

One is a Rolls-Royce Hallucination.

The other is a Rolls-Royce Ghosting.

Every day, as I run up and down twenty floors, I vent my frustrations on my social media feed.

[Don’t want to work anymore. I want to go to Mount Emei and become a monkey.]

[I love working so much. It feels like serving a life sentence.]

[Go to work! Work a job that can’t be defined, a job where you can’t see tomorrow, a job where you earn no money, a job where you’re happy even if you’ve gone insane.]

[I want mountains, I want the sea, I want love, I want freedom. Just kidding, I have to get out of bed for that job that doesn’t pay anything.]

Because Shi Xu never looks at his feed, I didn’t realize I’d forgotten to block him.

One day, he liked more than a dozen of my unhinged posts in a row.

Then, he sent me a message: [Do you really hate working that much?]

In that moment, I started sweating bullets.

I scrambled onto Little Red to seek help from the People of Shandong.

The Shandong netizens didn’t show up.

The trolls did.

Comments: [It’s not work you hate; it’s him.]

[Don’t reply to his message. Just hang yourself at the company entrance tomorrow.]

[Better start looking for your next company.]

That night, I submitted my resume on a recruitment app.

As I waited anxiously for a response from a “Boss” on the other side, my notification pinged. I saw a familiar name.

Shi Xu: [You don’t reply to my messages, but you’re here looking for a job?]

Me: “…”

I almost forgot-Shi Xu owns several companies.

So he’s the one who stole my life as a rich second generation!

I’m going to war with these rich people.

I gave a vague, nonsensical reply: [Really? I didn’t know submitting a resume meant I was looking for a job.]