The Main God's slender fingers moved swiftly across the system panel, making minute adjustments to the fate lines of a minor character.
His tone was flat and unemotional. "First, turn his first life into a novel."
"Keep the settings the same—the chaebol, the entertainment industry, the white moonlight substitute... retain it all."
With a flick of his fingertip, a faint light shot into Su Qianqian's brow.
"Then, implant all this into her subconscious. Make her believe it's just a cheesy novel she happened to read once, something she found memorable, nothing more."
"No system, no missions, no strategizing."
Little Seven blinked, not fully comprehending.
The Main God continued his operations. "Key annotation: The original female lead, Lin Shu, holds nothing but contempt for that inconspicuous little assistant by her side from start to finish. In the end, she heartlessly pushes her out to take the fall."
"Change that manager, Brother Wang, to Sister Li—a middle-aged woman cut from the same cloth as Lin Shu, mean-spirited and snobbish, who only helps Lin Shu exploit the assistant."
Next, he adjusted two other threads. "Zhou Yu'an, that tone-deaf guy, cure him."
"As for the Qin family's adopted daughter, have her fostered by a branch of the Zhou family for a few years during her childhood. Let her share a bit of a sibling-like bond with Zhou Yu'an, calling him 'Brother Yu'an'."
Little Seven watched in a daze, finally unable to hold back. "Wait, if you change Brother Wang to Sister Li, who's going to help Su Qianqian in the early stages? Won't she be bullied to death by that vile woman?"
"And Zhou Yu'an! If his tone-deafness is cured and his ears become so sharp, what if he notices how special Qianqian's voice is, that it can cure his insomnia? What if he latches onto her?"
"And this connection you added for Qin Yuwei... I don't get that either? Aren't you just making things more complicated?"
The Main God gave Little Seven his third eye-roll of the day, the disdain in his eyes unmistakable.
He couldn't be bothered to explain further and simply waved his hand.
A surge of powerful law energy stirred. The memories of her previous life within Su Qianqian's soul rapidly faded, leaving only the terror of the moment death descended.
Meanwhile, Gu Chengyu's soul consciousness was forcibly sealed, ensuring it would never again interfere with this restarted lifetime.
"Let's go." The Main God spoke indifferently. Without waiting for Little Seven's further protests, he swept his sleeve.
Su Qianqian entered the minor world once more.
Little Seven watched helplessly as the two vanished, scratching his head in frantic anxiety but utterly powerless. "Main God! At least explain clearly! Will this even work? Hey!"
The Main God turned and disappeared, leaving only a final instruction. "Go take good care of that little sword spirit over there. No more interfering with the minor world."
Minor World, Morning.
Su Qianqian opened her eyes. The air she breathed in was no longer the sterile smell of a hospital, but the scent of everyday life.
She lay stunned for several seconds before sitting up on the hard plank bed, taking deep, disbelieving breaths.
Her heart beat steadily and strongly—no heaviness, no agonizing pain.
She was actually alive again!
Su Qianqian got out of bed and rushed to the window, looking down at the noisy, vibrant old alley below, watching the hurried pedestrians...
After her excitement subsided a little, she picked up the phone left on the bedside table. The screen reflected her own face, but she paid it little mind and opened Weibo.
Scrolling through her homepage, she came across gossip about Lin Shu and the man by her side, named Gu Chengyu.
Su Qianqian's heart skipped a beat.
Gu Chengyu... Lin Shu...
Weren't these the characters from that cheesy novel she had read before?
The arrogant, domineering chaebol heir and the beautiful, scheming starlet?
She quickly browsed through the related information, growing more alarmed with each detail. The timeline, the people, the events... everything matched up.
So, she hadn't been reborn. She had transmigrated into a book.
She had become that assistant, Su Qianqian, who in the story, after stumbling upon Lin Shu's affair, was ultimately pushed out to take the fall and died a tragic death.
Having digested this fact, Su Qianqian checked her phone's balance—only a few thousand yuan left.
The original host was an orphan, with no family or friends, dirt poor.
But Su Qianqian just sighed, then smiled.
What was there to fear about being poor? Or alone?
Compared to lying on a hospital bed waiting for death, being able to breathe and run freely now, to feel the sunlight and the breeze, was already a stroke of luck.
She remembered the plot. Lin Shu wouldn't make her move against the original host until two years later.
Before that, she just needed to live well, work hard to earn money, and steer clear of Lin Shu and all that drama.
Moreover, since she had taken over this body, if she ever got the chance, she would definitely seek justice from Lin Shu for that poor girl!
With her mindset adjusted, Su Qianqian began familiarizing herself with the small rental room.
Though humble, it had all the essentials.
That night, in the narrow yet clean bathroom, she indulged in a long, refreshing hot shower.
After her bath, she stood before the full-length mirror in the room, wanting to get a good look at her current appearance.
A slender figure was reflected in the mirror.
When Su Qianqian saw the face of the person in the mirror, she froze instantly.
What kind of face was this?
Porcelain-white, flawless skin without a single blemish.
Features so exquisitely delicate they seemed unreal—eyebrows and eyes like a painting, a graceful nose, lips naturally rosy and moist. Combined, it was an ethereal beauty tinged with a hint of charming allure.
She remembered the book describing Su Qianqian as just a 'plain' little assistant, didn't it?
This was plain?
This was clearly the enhanced, refined version of her own frail appearance from her previous life.
Her heart pounded. Her fingers loosened the towel wrapped around her, revealing the full form of this body in the mirror.
Below a swan-like neck were elegantly defined collarbones and full, pert breasts—utterly enticing.
Su Qianqian's gaze traveled downward, over her navel, her abdomen... all equally fair and tender, her entire body like a piece of translucent, dewy jade.
She turned sideways. The mirror reflected the view from behind.
Two incredibly sexy dimples graced her lower back, utterly tempting. Below them, the full, curvy swell of her hips, round and perky, formed a breathtaking waist-to-hip ratio with her impossibly slender waist.
"Hiss..."
Su Qianqian stared at this body in the mirror—beautiful in every aspect, captivating in every curve—and drew a sharp breath, her cheeks flushing slightly.
How could this possibly be the drab, mousy little assistant from the book?
This was clearly a little fairy who had fallen to the mortal realm, radiating an aura of pure, irresistible allure!
