Reborn as the Villain Boss’s Mischievous Darling
Before entering the novel, Ruan Mianmian was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, yet she managed to turn a winning hand into a tragedy through her own actions, ultimately ending up abandoned by everyone, alone and destitute. After finding herself inside the novel, Ruan Mianmian clung to one guiding principle: cherish life and stay far away from the male lead. All she wished for was a shamelessly sweet married life with the villainous overlord. Onlookers were baffled: "Weren't you supposed to be the male lead's most devoted fan, ready to sacrifice everything for him, even your life?" Ruan Mianmian replied, "Childish words spoken in the past, please don't take them seriously." A certain possessive villain flashed a wicked, seductive smile. "Aren't you coming over here?" Ruan Mianmian opened her arms wide. "Hug!" "Good girl!"
Reborn as the Villain Boss’s Mischievous Darling
"Have you heard? This kidnapping was orchestrated by Ruan Mianmian herself. Who would have thought the kidnappers would actually mean business!"
"Is Ruan Mianmian insane? Just to see if President Jian would come to rescue her?"
"How foolish! Too bad President Jian never cared about her at all."
Who’s speaking?
Who is Ruan Mianmian?
Lin Xia drifted in and out of sleep, yet faint voices echoed around her, laced with biting sarcasm. Was she dreaming?
“Hiss—how it hurts!” Lin Xia gasped, sharp pain stabbing through her wrist. She slowly opened her eyes and lifted her right hand before her face.
What was happening? How had she gotten hurt?
Her delicate, supple wrist was flushed red, streaked with oozing blood.
Disbelieving, Lin Xia raised her other hand. This one was even more dramatic, wrapped tightly in bandages.
What was going on? Wasn’t she lounging at home, sleeping in?
Lin Xia sat bolt upright, staring at her wrists in shock. Before she could react, shadows loomed around her.
“Mianmian, you’re awake! We were so worried about you!”
“Yes, Mianmian, seeing all your injuries, we thought you’d sleep the whole day!”
Mianmian again... Who was Mianmian? The name sounded oddly familiar.
Confused, Lin Xia lifted her gaze, and her expression grew more terrified.
Who were these people? She didn’t recognize a single face. And this place—this wasn’t her home.
Lin Xia craned her neck, searching the room. The decor and furnishings finally brought her to he
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