Chapter One: Transmigrated into the Tyrant CEO Novel

"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 her senses—she was in a hospital.

“Mianmian, what’s wrong? What are you looking for?” Cheng Wan asked, noticing Ruan Mianmian scanning the room.

Lin Xia turned hastily to find Cheng Wan’s concerned eyes. Pointing to her own nose, she asked, “Are you calling me?”

“Of course. Is there another Ruan Mianmian here?” Cheng Wan smiled.

She was Ruan Mianmian?

Lin Xia clutched her head, as if a memory had struck her. Shocked, she cried, “My god, isn’t Ruan Mianmian the idiot villainess from that CEO novel? How did I become her?”

Lin Xia looked as if struck by lightning, her mind spinning. Had she transmigrated into a book?

“You’re Cheng Wan?” Lin Xia asked incredulously, then turned to another person in the room. This one had a stylish short haircut and a thick layer of makeup.

Lin Xia’s eyelid twitched. “Then you must be Guan Lin?”

“I am Guan Lin! Mianmian, what’s wrong? Don’t you recognize us?” Guan Lin reached out to touch Lin Xia’s—no, Ruan Mianmian’s—forehead.

Lin Xia felt as if a lump had lodged in her throat. She lay back rigidly on the bed, staring at the ceiling. How did she end up transmigrated into a book? And into Ruan Mianmian, the classic simple-minded, tragic villainess!

“Heavens, I’d rather be dead!” Lin Xia’s emotions surged uncontrollably.

“Mianmian? What’s wrong? Guan Lin, go call the doctor!” Cheng Wan hurriedly instructed, while she moved to pour Ruan Mianmian a glass of water.

Lin Xia gritted her teeth. Though she hated to admit she’d transmigrated, she had to face the truth.

Cheng Wan was the archetypal troublemaker in the novel. With her around, disaster was inevitable—always urging Ruan Mianmian to target the heroine or offering terrible advice to seduce the hero.

The process was disastrous, and the ending even worse!

Thinking of this, Lin Xia resolved to stay far away from Cheng Wan. She refused to be as foolish as the original character, exploited for nothing.

Cheng Wan caught Ruan Mianmian’s gaze and felt a jolt in her heart. “Mianmian, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?”

“It’s nothing.”

Ruan Mianmian withdrew her gaze and smiled at Cheng Wan. “I just remembered, while I was unconscious, I think I heard someone speaking ill of me.”

Cheng Wan’s face stiffened and she hurried to explain, “Mianmian, you must have misheard. How could we say anything bad about you? We’re good friends.”

Good friends?

Sorry, but my intelligence is intact—don’t expect to fool me any longer!

Ruan Mianmian remained silent, making Cheng Wan even more uneasy. Was Ruan Mianmian a different person? Did the shock of President Jian not rescuing her mess up her mind?

“Clack, clack, clack—”

Before Cheng Wan could think further, a string of footsteps sounded from outside the door. She quickly stood up. “Guan Lin must have found the doctor. I’ll check.”

Cheng Wan fled the room, while Ruan Mianmian lay in silence, quietly processing the fact that she had transmigrated into a novel.

A short while later.

“Yan Zhi, see? I told you nothing would happen to her,” a mocking voice sounded at the door.

As the words fell, another voice, filled with contempt, followed:

“Ruan Mianmian, are you brainless? Trying to test my feelings for you this way? Save your effort. Let me be clear—I will never like you!”

Two figures entered the room, one after the other—a striking pair that drew curious glances from outside.

Lin Xia—no, Ruan Mianmian—didn’t need to look to know who they were: Song Chenxi and Jian Yanzhi.

Their images were etched deep into Ruan Mianmian’s mind. Even now, hearing such words made her heart tremble.

Ruan Mianmian forced herself to suppress her discomfort. She looked up, her gaze locking onto the elegant figure before her.

He was Jian Yanzhi, the male lead of the CEO novel, and the man the original Ruan Mianmian adored.

But at this moment, Ruan Mianmian felt nothing but pity for her predecessor. Even now, his eyes held no concern, only disdain.

Such a man, how could he be worth risking your life for?

Even if Jian Yanzhi’s face was handsome, Ruan Mianmian only felt disgust.

“Who are you? With a mouth that foul, did you forget to brush your teeth this morning?” Ruan Mianmian rolled her eyes.

At her words, everyone froze. Jian Yanzhi was instantly infuriated.

“Ruan Mianmian, are you pretending to have amnesia now? Has your brain truly gone to the pigs?”

Ruan Mianmian retorted, “It’s your brain that’s gone to the pigs! Your whole family’s brains have gone to the pigs!”

Everyone was stunned by Ruan Mianmian’s attitude, especially Cheng Wan and Guan Lin.

Their expressions seemed to say:

Is this the Ruan Mianmian we know? How dare she speak to Jian Yanzhi like that? Did she really lose her mind?

Song Chenxi stepped forward, her face full of suspicion. “You really don’t remember us? We’re your friends!”

“Friends?”

Ruan Mianmian sneered. “With the way you barged in, I thought we were mortal enemies, judging by how you hurl insults at me while I’m injured!”