Fate created by the heavens, and you are my destiny.
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"Wen Qiao! How dare you make trouble at the engagent party between and my little uncle? Can the Fu family afford to lose face like this? If you don't care about your life, don't drag into this!"
"I, Qi Ming, would rather die than touch a hair on your head!"
A male voice, full of anger yet sowhat weak, rang in her ears; Wen Qiao felt darkness before her eyes, her mind went blank, and she experienced chest tightness and shortness of breath.
The severe pain from her neck made her strike the man's neck with a chop of her hand, and with a quick push of both hands, she pushed the man who was about to press down on her to the floor.
A dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard in the quiet room.
"What the heck, I never force n when I seduce them!"
Wen Qiao, holding her neck and gasping for air, took a while for the suffocating feeling to disappear.
After calming down, she realized she was in a completely unfamiliar environnt.
What the hell is this?
Where's her champagne?
Where's her handso man?
Wen Qiao looked around the room she was in, with three question marks over her head; she found no clues. Her eyes returned to the man lying in front of her, kicked him lightly with her foot, turned him over to face her.
The man's hair was dyed black and blue, wearing a black hoodie with two tal chains around his neck, dark green cargo pants, dressed in a hip-hop trendy style.
His appearance was pretty handso, but not her taste.
Staring at the man for a mont, Wen Qiao recalled the words the man had just spoken — sothing about the Fu family, sothing about Qi Ming, and sothing about an engagent party...
She knew it sounded familiar; were these not the nas of the male protagonist and secondary character from the book "I Got the Movie Emperor After Transmigrating" that she read last night to pass the ti when she was bored?
An unlikely idea slowly erged in Wen Qiao's mind...
Had she transmigrated into the book?
Wen Qiao felt a surge of joy, but her smile froze almost imdiately.
Listening to what Qi Ming had just said, if she rembered correctly, she was currently heading down a disastrous path—
The original body tried to force Qi Ming into marriage by ruining her engagent party with the secondary male character Fu Jinghen.
Looking at the man lying unconscious on the floor with a flushed face, Wen Qiao's temples throbbed wildly.
Others transmigrated either into gorgeous female protagonists who killed all in their path or into big shots with built-in golden fingers, but her luck had her turn into cannon fodder, and she now faced this huge ss.
Wen Qiao carefully recalled the original narrative of this sequence in the book.
Before long, the room door was unlocked with a key, followed by a group of people rushing in; her and Qi Ming's "affair" were exposed, causing a major stir online, and she suffered greatly for putting such a large green hat on Fu Jinghen.
If she opened the door now, the affair between her and Qi Ming would only be exposed even sooner.
Wen Qiao walked to the window to check; the room was facing a garden filled with cherry blossom trees, providing excellent cover. The floor wasn't too high from the ground, only about two stories, which was trivial for her.
Wen Qiao found a pair of scissors in the room, tore the bedsheets into strips, tied them into a rope, fastened one end to the headboard of the bed, and was about to climb out the window when she turned around and saw the man lying on the floor. Wen Qiao paused, pulled back the leg that was already hanging outside the window, returned to the room, walked into the bathroom, filled the bathtub with cold water, and then dumped Qi Ming into it.
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