Chapter 46: How a Heartbreaker Manages Her Suitors (3)

He won’t even give me a million and still dreams of chasing the female lead? This supporting male character must have bubbles in his brain.

Just as Yu Liuxue was about to chase the man off, the system suddenly reminded her: 【Host, one of the client’s requests is that you toy with these men in the palm of your hand. Once they fall head over heels in love with you, you are to ruthlessly kick them away, making them regret it for the rest of their lives.】

【Host, did you forget?】

This soul-piercing reminder from the system successfully stopped the string of curses that was about to burst out of Yu Liuxue’s mouth. After weighing her options, she immediately switched to a teary, pitiful expression. She stepped down from her chair and stood very close to Zuo Xia, lightly pinching the hem of her clothes. Then she tilted her head back slightly, looking up at Zuo Xia with a gaze tinged with longing.

Her eyes shimmered with a hint of tears and expectation. From Zuo Xia’s perspective, he could see the soft, fluffy top of Yu Liuxue’s head and her sharp, pale chin. He instinctively took a step back, and that slight act of retreat and avoidance made the light in Yu Liuxue’s eyes dim noticeably.

“Zuo Xia, actually, the person I like the most has always been you. Did you know that?”

“In the days that followed, I kept thinking, if only it had been you back then,” she said with a soft sigh, tinged with helplessness and suggestive meaning.

Zuo Xia was completely confused by Yu Liuxue’s performance.

…Does she want to sleep with me?

Jiang Zhixi, who had just been about to step out, froze mid-motion and pulled her half-raised foot back. She’d only hesitated a little over whether eavesdropping on someone’s private matters was wrong and whether she should leave or not. But then, hearing such explosive gossip, she instinctively looked up.

Yu Liuxue looked small and delicate standing in front of Zuo Xia. Her neck was arched into a graceful curve, and beneath her fair, flawless skin, her neck gleamed with a pure, seductive sheen. From the side, Jiang Zhixi could see Yu Liuxue’s well-defined side profile, her eyes glistening, her long lashes looking slightly damp. With her head tilted up like that, there was an unconscious coquettishness in her posture.

That soft childishness, mixed with a charm she herself didn’t seem aware of, made one instinctively want to get closer.

Both Zuo Xia and the system were stunned by Yu Liuxue’s acting. Jiang Zhixi stared at Yu Liuxue, who still hadn’t gotten a response. The light in her eyes continued to dim, as though her heart was breaking bit by bit with the passing seconds.

Unable to watch any longer, Jiang Zhixi stepped out. “Soda, weren’t we going to get milk tea?”

Zuo Xia snapped out of it and glanced at Yu Liuxue again. In the end, he wavered before declining. “Sorry, I’m a man of virtue and self-respect.”

Yu Liuxue: “…? What the hell kind of nonsense is he talking about? Why don’t I understand a word of it?”

The system scratched its ear. 【Host, I’m not entirely sure either.】

Zuo Xia was led away by Jiang Zhixi. The two walked side by side for a few steps when Jiang Zhixi suddenly turned her head. Her tea-colored eyes held an unintentional softness and sympathy. In the end, as if reluctant to look away, she forcefully pulled her gaze from Yu Liuxue and quickly caught up to Zuo Xia with light steps.

Yu Liuxue: “…? What kind of expression is that from the female lead? Is she mocking my flirting skills?!”

Yu Liuxue felt gravely insulted, so she immediately pulled out her phone and searched:

[How to deal with a flirty ex’s ambiguous new girl.]

Helpful Netizen: First, explain things to her calmly and tell her she’s in the wrong. Then, as punishment, she should be spanked…

Wait a second!

This isn’t the kindergarten bus! Let me off!

Yu Liuxue disdainfully closed the page.

Thirty seconds later, Yu Liuxue reopened the page and started reading with great interest.

“See? Today’s netizens are so full of wisdom.”

The post had twenty full answers, each more unpublishable than the last. Yu Liuxue was hooked. She thought, something this good can’t be enjoyed alone. So she shared the link with a like-minded club friend, Yang Xi—WeChat nickname 【xi】—and sent a message:

“Hahahahaha you have to see this, these netizens are so off the rails!”

Her phone buzzed.

Jiang Zhixi glanced at her phone in confusion. The screen clearly displayed the name “Zhao Keying,” followed by a link and a string of “hahahaha.” Just as Jiang Zhixi hesitated on whether to open it, Zuo Xia caught a glimpse of her screen and immediately spoke, his voice tinged with irritation.

“You still haven’t blocked her?”

Jiang Zhixi quickly put her phone away. “I was worried she might need something from me.”

“What could she possibly need from you?”

Jiang Zhixi suddenly didn’t feel like continuing the conversation. She said flatly, “I’ll block her when we get back.”

Zuo Xia fell silent. In his mind, Yu Liuxue’s tearful confession still echoed. He was shocked, but also secretly pleased. Who would’ve thought he was this charming—enough to make Zhao Keying still pine for him after all this time?

Too bad she was his bro’s ex. No matter how out of line he might be, he’d never get involved with someone who’d once been with his brother.

Jiang Zhixi walked quietly, her head lowered and her elegant brows slightly furrowed. The image of Yu Liuxue’s pitiful, tearful face kept flashing in her mind, leaving her with complicated feelings. To be fair, Zhao Keying wasn’t all bad. After her team betrayed her, even Li Zhen dumped her. She was left alone, isolated, and helpless…

Maybe just now, she was trying to ask for help. After all, she had already attempted suicide once in despair.

Jiang Zhixi found a quiet corner to sit down and immediately opened her phone to check the message.

【(Link) How to deal with a flirty ex’s ambiguous new girl.】

Jiang Zhixi: “…?”

Is she calling me the flirty ex’s new girl?

She half-squinted, cautiously scrolling down to look at the responses.

20 responses:

Helpful Netizen: Get on your knees, admit your mistakes, reflect, then take your pants off. Minor offenses get a red butt, major ones… we’ll see.

bjnwiun: If she doesn’t behave, throw her onto the bed, strip all her clothes off, then get on top and pin her hand down with one hand while you kiss her skin until she goes limp. Even if she wants it badly, even if she cries and begs you, don’t touch her, don’t give it to her—make her suffer. Do whatever you want with her however you want…

Jiang Zhixi: “…?”

She turned her head slightly, eyes widening. The breath caught in her throat, and she didn’t know whether to inhale or exhale.

Her brows furrowed. After hesitating for a while, she couldn’t help replying to Yu Liuxue: “?”

Yu Liuxue finally received a reply from Yang Xi. She muttered to herself—didn’t Yang Xi always reply in seconds? Why was she being so slow this time? Still, she didn’t think too much of it and excitedly typed back: “Online folks really know how to play. What do you think, should I try this move on that bitch who stole my boyfriend? Think it’ll work?”

Jiang Zhixi’s scalp tingled, and she immediately shut off her phone.

Zuo Xia looked at her puzzled expression and asked, “What happened?”

Jiang Zhixi took the milk tea, bit down on the straw, and shook her head. “Nothing. Someone sent the wrong message.”

Zuo Xia didn’t press further.

Yu Liuxue, on the other hand, was about to explode. What was that “?” reply supposed to mean? And then silence? Now she had all this excited energy about life’s “truths” and nowhere to vent.

The event Yu Liuxue attended today was just a warm-up. The celebrities came to make an appearance and soon left under heavy security. For the influencers, the activities were basically over too. Whether they stayed or left after was up to them—the brand didn’t insist.

Most beauty influencers clustered together in pairs or small groups to test new shades and shoot videos. But Yu Liuxue, being a vlog-type influencer, didn’t feel like joining that chaos. Besides, Cheng Yu would be glad to see her gone.

The brand had already booked hotels for everyone. The rooms were comfortable, and there was a large pool on the ground floor. Some guests were already splashing around in the clear water. Yu Liuxue stood beside her bed, sent Zuo Yun back to her room, and then slowly rummaged through her suitcase for ointment to apply on the wound at her wrist.

After Yu Liuxue left, a group of “plastic” influencer friends found Cheng Yu again. Patting their chests nervously, they said, “Da Yu, you have no idea—just now I was scared to death. For a second I thought Zhao Keying was going to start another public screaming match.”

One of them gave an embarrassed chuckle and asked with fake concern, “Da Yu, are you okay? Did Zhao Keying give you a hard time?”

Cheng Yu nearly ground her molars to bits, but she had to act gentle and thoughtful. “I’m fine,” she replied sweetly.

After a pause, she added, “It’s strange though. Zhao Keying didn’t go as hard on me today as she usually does.”

“What’s so strange about that? She’s the one who did shady stuff. Of course she wouldn’t have the confidence to face you,” someone said. “Still, I admire how thick-skinned she is. If I were her, I’d lock myself in my room out of shame. But look at her—showing up loud and proud like she wants the whole world to know she’s still around.”

“Just now I saw her fans on Weibo throwing shade at you again. Thankfully, your fans clapped back hard.”

“If you ask me, they’re just salty that you’re more popular than Zhao Keying now.”

Cheng Yu forced out a stiff smile. “After all, I used to be just an unknown assistant by her side. It’s understandable they’d feel that way.”

The plastic sisters launched into a round of sympathetic comfort. One of them finally suggested, “There’s a dinner party tonight, right? Why don’t we team up and give her a lesson—let her know her place so she stops clout-chasing and feeding off your popularity?”

Everyone quickly chimed in, “Yes, let’s do that.”

Jiang Zhixi had to strictly maintain her figure, so after a few sips of milk tea just to taste it, she stopped drinking. Glancing at the time, she reminded Zuo Xia, “We should head back. The dinner’s about to start.”

Zuo Xia was a romance blogger. With his handsome face and poetic style on Weibo, he had a huge female fanbase. Since these women were potential customers for major brands, the brand had invited him to help promote a soon-to-be-launched product and boost this quarter’s sales.

Several of the bloggers attending today’s event were Zuo Xia’s fans—specifically, the kind of extreme girlfriend fans whose life goal was to sleep with him.

These girlfriend fans already disliked Jiang Zhixi. Now, seeing her and Zuo Xia walk in together so openly and shamelessly, they immediately bit their lips and glared daggers at her. But Jiang Zhixi was used to hostile stares like this and didn’t pay them any mind—she simply put a little more space between herself and Zuo Xia.

But as soon as she moved away, Zuo Xia leaned back in. “Zhixi, your seat’s over there.”

Yu Liuxue, who had just sat down and was about to scroll her phone, suddenly perked up. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a troublemaking extra gearing up for drama. Interest piqued, Yu Liuxue immediately opened her camera, ready to capture incriminating evidence.

Everything unfolded exactly as she predicted. As Jiang Zhixi walked over, a tattooed leg suddenly stretched out, landing squarely in her path.

Yu Liuxue excitedly whispered to the system, “It’s happening! Classic dog-blood scene incoming!”

“Being a dog-blood drama heroine is way too tragic. Not only does she get abused mentally and physically by the male lead, she also gets bullied by every single female supporting role. Just look—Jiang Zhixi’s definitely about to make a scene and end up trending by midnight.”

The system wanted to warn Yu Liuxue to chill out—don’t get caught in the crossfire—but before it could even speak, it saw Jiang Zhixi, just as expected, trip and fall… right into Yu Liuxue’s arms.

The grandpa on the subway watching his phone levels of stunned.

Yu Liuxue stared as Jiang Zhixi crashed into her, wrapping her up in a full-blown hug. Her arms clung tight around Yu Liuxue’s neck, and her chin smacked into her shoulder. Yu Liuxue could feel her bones nearly crack from the impact. Pain exploded through her body—and then the air around them grew fragrant. A faint, milky-sweet scent.

Instinctively, Yu Liuxue hooked her arm around Jiang Zhixi’s waist and braced one leg hard against the floor, trying not to let the female lead knock her over and send them both rolling.

After coming back to her senses, little Yu Liuxue’s head was full of big doubts.

“Isn’t saving the damsel in distress supposed to be the male lead or the second male lead’s job? Did I grab the wrong script?”

System: “……” Maybe you have some special technique for seducing the female lead.

The cannon fodder hadn’t succeeded in making Jiang Zhixi look bad. She immediately retracted her foot and covered her gaping mouth with impressive acting skills. “Oh no, Jiang Zhixi, are you okay? Zhao Keying, how could you trip Jiang Zhixi on purpose?”

As expected of a cannon fodder—an expert at passing the buck.

Jiang Zhixi quickly got up from Yu Liuxue, not even daring to rub her chin in front of her. After blurting out a hurried apology, she bolted like a startled rabbit. Yu Liuxue felt like the female lead had taken advantage of her again, while the cannon fodder, having shifted the blame, slipped away in the chaos.

Before chasing after Jiang Zhixi, Zuo Xia gave her a deep look.

I know—you tripped Jiang Zhixi on purpose out of jealousy, trying to embarrass her, didn’t you?

Yu Liuxue couldn’t read Zuo Xia’s expression or his eyes. She felt so wronged. All she wanted was to quietly sit back and watch the drama unfold. She never expected to be slapped with such a massive black pot by the cannon fodder.

Thankfully, she had come prepared and recorded a video.

She’d already thought of a title for the new clip: [I Tripped My Love Rival Jiang Zhixi During an Event]. Perfect! If she posted this, it’d definitely hit ten million views—maybe even twenty million!

“System, don’t you think I’m a genius?”

System: “……” All I see is green.

This is what they call entrapment.

It wasn’t until mealtime that Jiang Zhixi reappeared. This time, Zuo Xia stuck close to her side, guarding against any further mishaps. Seeing that her presence was no longer needed over there, Yu Liuxue focused on her food. Just as she was happily eating, Cheng Yu suddenly swapped seats with someone and sat beside her, speaking in a delicate, weak voice: “Keying, you’re not still upset with me, are you?”

Why won’t this person just let it go?

Yu Liuxue put down her chopsticks and blinked. “Of course not!”

She grabbed Cheng Yu’s hand excitedly. “Dayu, you’re the best, most creative assistant I’ve ever had. I really appreciate everything you did for me. Without you, I’d be drowning in replies and collaboration offers every day.”

“If not for you, there wouldn’t be the me of today!”

Cheng Yu was stunned. Her plastic besties were also stunned. Zhao Keying wasn’t playing by the script. They had planned to record her reaction and post it online to expose her true colors and completely destroy her reputation.

But now Zhao Keying was praising Cheng Yu’s abilities like a different person and even affirming her hard work. How were they supposed to twist that footage into something villainous?

Cheng Yu’s smile suddenly looked a little forced. After a few words, she tried to excuse herself, but Yu Liuxue kept holding on to her and chatting. A few minutes later, Cheng Yu was barely holding it together, her expression about to collapse. Yu Liuxue cheerfully said to the system, “She came over on her own. You can’t blame me.”

The system sighed. Why did Cheng Yu have to be so self-destructive?

She ran into the host’s hands—she might as well just kneel down and beg. Maybe there’d be a sliver of hope left.

After getting her fill of amusement, Yu Liuxue finally let the pale-faced Cheng Yu go. Zhao Keying’s reputation was in the dumps, and aside from Cheng Yu, no one voluntarily approached her. Yu Liuxue was happy to have some peace and quiet. After dinner, she went straight back to the hotel room.

Zuo Yun walked in with a worried look, holding her phone. “Keying, you’re trending.”

Yu Liuxue wasn’t surprised at all. Instead, she asked with interest, “Is it hot or explosive?”

Zuo Yun hesitated for a moment before carefully replying, “Explosive.”

Rumors outside said Zhao Keying had a terrible temper and would hit and scold her staff whenever things didn’t go her way. But Zuo Yun had heard that people working in Zhao Keying’s team earned very high salaries. So when she saw Yu Liuxue was hiring an assistant, she only hesitated for a moment before sending in her resume.

She’d just been testing the waters—who would’ve thought she’d actually get selected?

She had been extremely nervous at first, but after meeting Zhao Keying in person, she realized she was nothing like Cheng Yu had described. Instead of being short-tempered, she was gentle and considerate. Zuo Yun had been on her period these past few days and wasn’t feeling great. She didn’t know if Zhao Keying noticed, but when she offered to help film, Zhao Keying had refused and told her to go rest in her room and not overwork herself.

Even though it had only been two or three days, Zuo Yun already felt that Zhao Keying was a great boss.

Now her boss was trending—and for bad reasons at that. As soon as she saw it, she rushed to Yu Liuxue, ready to talk strategy. Spend money to take down the trending tag? Hire a PR team to suppress the story? There were plenty of options—it just depended on what her boss wanted.

However, she was met with a look of pure joy that didn’t match the situation at all. Then Yu Liuxue sat bolt upright with the excitement of a carp leaping from water, tilted her pretty face toward her, and said, “Really?! I knew it!”

Zuo Yun: “…Wait, did she buy the trending spot herself?”

“Should we pay to get it taken down?” Zuo Yun asked.

“Take it down? What for?” Yu Liuxue dismissed the idea outright. “If I’ve got that kind of money, wouldn’t I rather spend it on clothes and handbags?”

“Just let it stay. Don’t worry about it.”

“But it could have a really negative impact on you,” Zuo Yun tried one last time.

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t care.” Yu Liuxue handed her the camera. “I’ll call a car to take you back. Give the footage to Zhou Wei, and have him edit it and send it to me. He needs to be quick.”

Zuo Yun left with the camera. Just before closing the door, she heard her boss mutter to herself, “It’d be a waste not to ride this wave.”

Zuo Yun: “…” Is my boss out of her mind?

After sending Zuo Yun off, Yu Liuxue forwarded the recorded video to Zhou Wei as well and said, “Include this clip in the vlog. As for where to insert it, that’s up to you.”

Zhou Wei had just woken up when he saw the boss’s instructions. After watching the video, he didn’t understand it at first—but the moment he logged onto Weibo, it all made sense. Not long after, Zuo Yun returned with the camera that had filmed Yu Liuxue earlier that day. Zhou Wei immediately turned on his computer, ready to show off his skills.

Meanwhile, Jiang Zhixi, who was still in her room, had already received messages of comfort from several friends. She explained over and over that it wasn’t Zhao Keying who had tripped her, but not a single person believed her. After a short delay, she noticed that the topic “Zhao Keying maliciously tripped Jiang Zhixi” had climbed to the number one spot.

Jiang Zhixi quickly posted a Weibo to clarify: “Thank you all for your concern. But tonight, I tripped because I accidentally caught my own left foot with my right. It had nothing to do with Keying—please don’t speculate or attack her.”

Her explanation was already very clear, yet the haters still didn’t buy it.

“Jiang Zhixi, if Zhao Keying is threatening you, blink twice. We’ll come save you immediately.”

“Zhixi, you’re too kind. Even now, you’re still trying to defend her? She clearly tripped you—you don’t have to cover for her. I don’t believe you’d fall flat on an even surface. And seriously, why did you just happen to fall toward Zhao Keying?”

“Hope you speak out and reveal the truth, so we can all see someone’s true colors!”

Jiang Zhixi: “…?” I am telling the truth. Why doesn’t anyone believe me?

She didn’t even know who had tripped her. What was she supposed to do—say that everyone present except Zhao Keying was a suspect? That thought made Jiang Zhixi feel genuinely annoyed. Just as she was about to message Yu Liuxue to apologize, she opened their chat and immediately saw the Q&A link pop up in front of her.

She pursed her lips and silently closed the chat window.

Forget it. She’d apologize in person next time.

Zhao Keying’s previous over-the-top antics had already earned her a sizeable number of anti-fans—including supporters of Cheng Yu, Jiang Zhixi’s fans, and a handful of completely unaffiliated keyboard warriors. These three groups merged into one overwhelmingly powerful force, turning Weibo into utter chaos. It felt like a cult—people were ready to burn Yu Liuxue at the stake.

Meanwhile, Yu Liuxue had removed her makeup, taken a bath, put on a face mask, and was now lying comfortably in bed watching a movie.

The incident had blown up so badly that the brand who had invited her began to waver. If they let Yu Liuxue visit their lab as planned, it might damage their image. But sending her home right now would feel too harsh.

So the brand was stuck in a dilemma.

Of course, Yu Liuxue understood their predicament. After a good night’s sleep, she directly contacted the person in charge and said she suddenly had something come up and wouldn’t be able to attend the remaining events. Her tact and understanding only made the brand rep appreciate her more. She politely said, “Hopefully we’ll work together again in the future.”

Yu Liuxue didn’t take it seriously. She just dragged her little suitcase back to the studio.

Zhou Wei had just finished editing the video. After watching the final cut, Yu Liuxue asked for the file so she could upload it herself. But three days passed, and although the haters were still going strong, she hadn’t posted anything. Zuo Yun and Zhou Wei—the studio’s only two employees—sat face to face, looking serious.

“Why hasn’t Keying posted the video yet?” Zuo Yun asked.

Suddenly, her phone lit up.

“She posted it!” Zuo Yun exclaimed in surprise.

The two of them rushed to check Weibo. Upon refreshing the feed, the first thing they saw was an incredibly eye-catching title: [During the event, I stuck out my foot and tripped Zhao Keying.]

Zuo Yun: “…?”

Zhou Wei: “…?”

Both were completely stunned.

The haters who had been waiting on Yu Liuxue’s response exploded in rage the second they saw the title. This vicious woman—framing Jiang Zhixi was one thing, but now she even had the audacity to post a video about it? They didn’t even bother to click and watch it in full. They just rolled up their sleeves and launched a new wave of abuse, pushing Yu Liuxue to the top of the trending searches.

Bystander 1: “Who the hell is Zhao Keying? I already muted her, why is she still being pushed to me? So annoying.”

Bystander 2: “Don’t know her, don’t care, stop recommending her to me.”

Bystander 3: “Don’t be like that, friends—this is the scandal of the year. You’ll regret not watching.”

After three straight hours of online hate, someone finally noticed a flaw. A fan watching the full vlog on a video platform timidly raised a question: “Um, whose leg is that with the English tattoo? Zhao Keying’s ankles are totally bare—she doesn’t have a tattoo.”

But who would listen to some small-time fan?

I don’t care what you think—I’ve made up my mind that Zhao Keying tripped Jiang Zhixi, and I’m going to keep cursing her out.

Jiang Zhixi had waited three days for Yu Liuxue’s response. When she finally opened Weibo, she thought something was wrong with the way she was viewing it. Confused, she clicked on the video. The beginning looked normal, but suddenly the footage switched to a strange angle—clearly shot in secret. She saw a foot with a tattoo stretch out, and it unmistakably tripped her.

A tattoo?

Jiang Zhixi immediately took a screenshot and posted it on Weibo: “?”

Within half an hour, fans reviewing the original live stream pieced together the clues and identified the real culprit. It turned out to be a washed-up D-list influencer, whose scandals were even worse than Zhao Keying’s. When confronted, she panicked—but flat-out refused to admit it.

As long as Yu Liuxue was taking the heat, she figured no one would believe the truth anyway.

Though the truth finally came out, no one apologized to Yu Liuxue. Instead, everyone praised Jiang Zhixi for being kind and righteous—for not kicking Zhao Keying while she was down.

Jiang Zhixi didn’t feel great about that.

As for Yu Liuxue, she hadn’t expected any apologies from the internet mob. With nothing else to do and a budding interest in racing, she grabbed her DJI drone and headed out to film a new vlog. When she got there, she saw Yang Xi. Delighted, Yu Liuxue bounced over and slapped Yang Xi on the back.

“You witch! You’re seriously ignoring my messages?”

Yang Xi was almost shaken to bits by Yu Liuxue’s slap. She spun around and launched a kick, but Yu Liuxue nimbly dodged out of the way. Missing her mark, Yang Xi rolled her eyes and snapped, “What message? Did you even send me anything these past few days?”

“If you hadn’t shown up today, I would’ve thought you got cyberbullied into suicide again.”

Yu Liuxue: “?”

The old man on the subway stares at his phone.

“Didn’t I send you a link three or four days ago? That one about how to deal with your ex’s flirtatious new fling?”

Yang Xi, confused by her serious tone, replied, “Nope. I didn’t get anything. Are you sure you sent it to the right person?”

A bad feeling crept up on Yu Liuxue. Unwilling to give up, she demanded, “Take out your phone. I don’t believe you. Show me the chat history!”

Yang Xi let out a cold chuckle and pulled out her phone. “Spill it, woman—who’s the cheap hussy you mistook for me?”

The two of them put their phones side by side, and the truth was instantly revealed. After reading the link, Yang Xi actually loved it. She wasn’t mad at Yu Liuxue anymore. In fact, she snatched Yu Liuxue’s phone with interest, tapped on Jiang Zhixi’s profile picture, and asked with thinly veiled mischief, “Who’s this?”

The next second, Jiang Zhixi’s sweet and innocent smile filled the screen.

Yang Xi raised her brows slightly. “Jiang Zhixi?”

“Isn’t she the flashy little tramp who stole your boyfriend? You sent that link to her?”

Yu Liuxue: “……”

Not only is she not the tramp who stole Li Zhen, she’s the Heaven-ordained heroine of this world.

In utter despair, Yu Liuxue asked the system with a straight face, “Do you think if I explain to the heroine that I sent the link to the wrong person that day… she’ll believe me?”

The system, clearly enjoying the rare sight of its host crashing and burning, replied with a faint hint of schadenfreude, “What do you think?”

The internet ties a single thread—cherish this fated connection.