Summary
In the third year of being Mrs. Lu, I accidentally hit my head and unlocked the memories of the rest of my life ahead of schedule.
As it turned out, I was the villainous foil in a sweet, ‘group-pampered’ romance novel.
My husband was the Second Male Lead, the devoted soul who silently protected the heroine.
My brother-in-law was the heroine’s scumbag ex-boyfriend.
My eldest brother-in-law was the top-tier overbearing CEO and the story’s main lead.
And then there was me. Married to the Second Male Lead, I lusted after the main lead, flirted with the ex-boyfriend, and intended to flaunt my charms in front of Male Leads Four to Seven.
I had acted as if I’d lost my mind, constantly causing trouble for the heroine and throwing endless tantrums until I finally managed to get myself killed.
Word has it that when I died, I was still clutching half a scallion pancake I’d scavenged from a trash can.