Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Becoming the Evil Supporting Female Character Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Becoming the Evil Supporting Female Character “I want to break off the engagement. Have Jiang Nanshu come down to see me.”
Hearing this cold and indifferent voice, Jiang Nanshu, hiding behind the upper floor’s door, cried tears of joy.
She had been in this book for three days and had finally summoned the God of Wealth.
Others throw fits when breaking off an engagement; she wished for gongs and drums, firecrackers resounding.
Because when she transmigrated, she was bound to a system called “All-Hated.” If she accumulated a full score of 100 Disgust Values from everyone in this book, she would get a reward of one billion and return to her own world.
The dog-blood melodrama chasing-wife novel named “President, Your Bai Yueguang Has Returned to the Country” was the one she was reading before getting hit by a car and killed. The protagonist, Lu Qingyan, and the female lead, Bai Yueguang Su Ran, penned a saga of love and hate spanning over a thousand chapters.
And the original Jiang Nanshu was the book’s vicious female antagonist, who was also the true wealthy heiress, mistakenly raised in the countryside, crude and graceless. On the first day she returned three years ago, Old Sir Lu directly appointed her as Lu Qingyan’s fiancée.
Illiterate and brash, her behavior was out of step with the refined elite of the Beijing Circle, but ironically, she fell hopelessly in love with Lu Qingyan, chasing after him for three years, committing many insane acts that made Lu Qingyan despise her to his bones.
Consequently, the Jiang Family grew more disappointed with her, increasingly reluctant to deal with her, shifting their attention to the fake heiress.
This drove Jiang Nanshu mad with jealousy. She repeatedly attempted suicide and went on hunger strikes to coerce Lu Qingyan into staying with her. Contrary to her wishes, the more she tried, the worse it got. When she heard that Lu Qingyan’s Bai Yueguang had really returned to the country, Lu Qingyan was photographed meeting with Su Ran. Unable to deal with the impending breakup of her engagement, she truly committed suicide by jumping into the river.
And then Jiang Nanshu, killed in a car accident, took her place.
Starting with a Disgust Value of 89, wasn’t this just handing her money?!
Jiang Nanshu immediately kowtowed in all four directions and threw in a full Thomas spin with side sweeping leg kicks for good measure, leading the Jiang Family’s servants to wonder if the water from her suicidal jump hadn’t quite cleared from her brain yet.
When the servants came to call her down, they found Jiang Nanshu standing at the door, already in tears.
Although the young mistress had a foul temper and wasn’t bright, she looked rather pitiable. Even after attempting suicide, she couldn’t get her fiancé to glance her way again. Their eyes instantly filled with pity.
“Miss, Young Master Lu is here. Should I say that you’re still not recovered and send him away on your behalf? You should dodge this day if you can.”
Jiang Nanshu’s eyes suddenly became determined, “No, he won’t get rid of me that easily!”
The original character’s setting was to cling annoyingly and be a constant badger, never giving in to a broken engagement, only becoming more and more disgusting as she clung on and then causing a scene before being agonizingly convinced to agree in the end.
She decided to follow the original plot. To court death was just one of her many ordinary skills, aiming to reach the pinnacle of life in half a year.
Jiang Nanshu went downstairs, her expression instantly filled with immense pain.
There were five people in the living room.
Mr. Jiang and Mrs. Jiang, the happily gloating fake rich heiress Jiang Leyi, her red-haired Fifth Brother Jiang Yunchuan, and finally, Lu Qingyan with his clear and delicate features.
Jiang Nanshu’s first glance at him still took her breath away; he had short, messy black hair, pale skin, a high nose bridge, and lips a soft, pale red. When he looked over, his eyes were as faint as mist, like freshly fallen snow, clean and sharp.
His cold features exuded an aloofness, and when he looked at Jiang Nanshu, his dark eyes held a barely detectable chill.
Lu Qingyan was dressed in a casual white outfit, as if stopping by to break off the engagement was just an incidental thought on his way somewhere else.
Indeed, as soon as she appeared, the previously harmonious atmosphere in the living room instantly became the prelude to a funeral, with Lu Qingyan’s handsome and cold face remaining expressionless.
He pulled out a marriage annulment notice from within his embrace.
“Our Lu Family ancestors have always said, ‘One virtuous wife prospers three generations.’ We absolutely cannot allow a woman with such malicious intentions to enter our household. I’ve already spoken to Grandpa, whether he agrees or not, I will cancel this marriage. Jiang Nanshu, give me back my wedding invitation; from now on, we will have nothing to do with each other. As compensation, I will give you ten million.”
Jiang Nanshu’s expression was shocked. Snagging a wealthy suitor? Canceling a marriage and still coming out of it with such a deal.
Upon recalling all the hardships she had suffered in her life, Jiang Nanshu suppressed the smile tugging at her lips and instantly burst into tears, grasping like a leaf butterfly with no protective coloring, spiraling and clinging to his trouser leg, “Brother Qingyan, don’t cancel our marriage. Without you, I will die.”
Mrs. Jiang’s face turned as dark as iron: “Jiang Nanshu, do you have no shame at all? You’re about to throw away all of the Jiang Family’s face. Let go of Qing Yan immediately.”
Jiang Leyi elegantly curved her lips into a smile: “Sister, ‘What’s meant to be will always find a way, and what’s not meant to be should never be forced.’ It’s best to be content with what one has.”
Jiang Yunchuan laughed with a carefree attitude: “Her skin is thicker than a city wall, and this isn’t the first time she’s acted so shameless. We would have been better off not acknowledging her again, and then Leyi would have remained our family’s pride, instead of now being the subject of ridicule by every prestigious family in the Beijing Circle.”
With tear-filled eyes, Jiang Nanshu looked at Jiang Leyi who, though only 19 years old, had already made a name for herself in the entertainment industry with an impressive momentum. When Jiang Nanshu had returned three years ago, Jiang Leyi had been very kind to her, even feeling guilty for occupying the wealthy life that was rightfully Jiang Nanshu’s for sixteen years, hence complying with almost every request Jiang Nanshu had.
But the original owner had behaved with over-the-top arrogance and blamed her for sixteen years of suffering. Whether framing or sabotaging, these acts had led to their current state of total discord.
Thinking about Jiang Leyi’s ending, Jiang Nanshu sent her a look of sympathy.
[Ah, lovely face, large bosom, but pitifully manipulated by others, and in the end, tricked into donating kidneys and corneas… So pitiful…]
Jiang Leyi’s smile stiffened, and her eyes filled with shock. What voice was that?! Jiang Nanshu hadn’t spoken.
Jiang Nanshu then looked at Mrs. Jiang.
[Ah, keep ranting, take advantage of these moments to scold me more while you can; this is my last act of filial piety. After a year of finding out about late-stage breast cancer, you probably won’t be able to scold anymore…]
Mrs. Jiang couldn’t help but rub her ears, equally puzzled.
Jiang Nanshu then turned her sympathetic gaze towards Jiang Yunchuan, who was blowing bubbles from his gum leisurely watching the drama unfold.
[Why is everyone in the Jiang Family so tragic? Fifth Brother should dye that thing on his head green…]
The bubble gum burst, smearing all over Jiang Yunchuan’s face.
[Tsk, no wonder he was cheated on, turns out he’s not that bright.]
She then looked towards the stern Mr. Jiang,
and finally sighed: [Ah, poor old man, being in a mental institution towards the end won’t be easy…]
The entire living room was as silent as chickens, everyone staring at Jiang Nanshu with strange looks on their faces.
[Ding, Disgust Value +1, progress 90%.] The system’s voice echoed in her mind.