Chapter 1 – Transmigrated Into the Book
Slap!
Hua Mian stared blankly at the stinging pain in her palm.
What… what was going on? This was her hand?
Her eyes moved to the front—where a man was kneeling straight-backed with his head lowered. His jade-like fair cheek had a bright red handprint on it.
She… slapped him?
Shocked, Hua Mian shot to her feet so fast that even she couldn’t react. Her vision went black, and she fell forward toward the man.
She didn’t even have time to scream.
Bang!
She hit the solid wooden floor headfirst and lost consciousness.
Shen Xueji looked at the motionless female lying stiffly on the ground, his eyes cold. He couldn’t help letting out a short, mocking laugh.
Another new method of tormenting them?
But three hours passed, and she still didn’t move. Worse—the contract mark on her neck was growing dimmer and dimmer…
Was she… actually dying?
“What happened to her now?” Chu Fufeng kicked open the luxurious doors, rage burning in his eyes as he rushed in.
Holding back his disgust, Shen Xueji checked her pulse. It was very weak, and with a beastman’s sharp senses, he could feel her breathing fading fast.
“She can’t die here,” Yu Jin, usually the gentlest of them, spoke in a deep voice.
“Should we just throw her out?” Chi Rui was eager to try.
“Don’t act rashly. Call the doctor.” Yu Jin stepped forward, picked the woman up, and casually laid her on the extravagant bed.
“Does she really have to live?” Yan An asked timidly.
“She does.” Shen Xueji replied coldly, numb and emotionless.
Hua Mian, oblivious to reality, watched fragments of the original owner’s life flash past her eyes.
There was good news and bad news.
Good news: She had transmigrated into a novel—and she had actually finished reading this one.
Bad news: She transmigrated into the horrible, wretched villainess wife locked up by the villain group—tortured until death after living a fate worse than dying.
She was a succubus! Aside from loving beauty, her only hobby was reading novels! And this one hobby got her dragged into a story?
And into a character who was weak, vicious, frail, and destined to be abused until she died?
Heavens were collapsing!
No one could understand how hopeless Hua Mian felt.
“Miss Hua Mian has always been physically weak. It would be best not to allow her emotions to fluctuate too strongly.”
After the doctor said this, his eyes swept across Shen Xueji’s face—where the clear handprint was still swelling—and he suddenly fell silent.
“…Just take care of her well.” He hurried off.
“How did she not fall into a vegetative state?” Chu Fufeng asked with malicious glee.
Hua Mian, who was just regaining consciousness, heard that sentence.
Heaven wants me dead! she screamed internally. She simply kept her eyes shut. Maybe she could starve to death quietly and return her poor little succubus soul to her own world!
But when she eventually woke again, it was still the same luxurious canopy overhead. Her stomach grumbled loudly enough to shake her soul.
Fine. She wasn’t starving herself to death. Dying ugly wasn’t acceptable. If she died, she would die full!
After preparing herself mentally, she tried getting up.
But the moment she sat up, the world spun violently. Her body was so weak she almost fell backward—but someone caught her in time.
“Tha—” Her grateful words stopped short when she looked up into a gentle, jade-like face.
“Please be careful, Madam.”
Even his voice was warm.
Hua Mian’s heart trembled slightly. She was just about to say “I’m fine” when she saw the disgust hidden in his eyes.
Her heart instantly turned cold.
Oh. This was one of her current beastmen husbands—Yu Jin. A proper young master from a noble family. Being matched with her was probably the greatest stain on his life.
Hua Mian pressed her lips together and cooled her expression.
“…Let go.”
Yu Jin paused, studying her expression subtly.
Hua Mian’s heartbeat skipped. Recalling the original owner’s tone, she half-lifted her eyelids and said coldly:
“Are you deaf?”
Yu Jin lowered his eyes and withdrew the arm supporting her back.
“Yes.”
“I want to eat,” Hua Mian ordered next.
“It has already been prepared. Allow me to assist Madam in rising.”
Before she could react, Yu Jin knelt at her bedside, legs spread neatly, head lowered, holding up a pair of soft fur slippers in his slender hands.
Hua Mian stared at the crown of his head and silently screamed:
This villainess lived THIS well?!
Such a beautiful beastman husband—yet the original owner only ever thought about beating and venting anger on him. What a waste!
Despite mentally criticizing, Hua Mian still allowed him to serve her as the original owner would.
She didn’t dare stray too far from the original personality, or she might get exposed. That would be disastrous.
Once done, she drove everyone out and entered the bathroom, wanting to see what she looked like now.
The woman in the mirror had ink-black hair, scarlet lips, delicate and stunning features, snow-pale skin, and a perfectly balanced figure—one more inch would be too much, one less too little.
She widened her eyes and leaned closer.
“This is me?” Hua Mian cupped her face in disbelief.
She was this beautiful?
As a succubus who worshiped beauty—she was delighted!
Because of this face, her frustration at transmigrating lessened significantly.
After washing up, she came downstairs in a bright red gown—only to find several pairs of shocked eyes staring at her.
Chi Rui looked toward Shen Xueji, who stood with his head bowed and didn’t notice. Then he looked at Yu Jin, who lightly frowned.
Chu Fufeng looked as if he had seen a ghost. Yan An, wearing a dusty apron, gripped its hem nervously…
Hua Mian knew why. The original owner loved red dresses—but never wore them. She was wearing this one to test how they responded to her change.
“Madam, please have your meal.”
The five of them suddenly knelt neatly around the dining table, speaking in a numb, synchronized voice.
Hua Mian staggered, on the verge of breaking down. She screamed internally:
Are they sick?! What kind of ridiculous pre-meal ritual is this?!
“…Stand up.”
She truly could not eat with people kneeling around her. Too uncomfortable.
The men exchanged glances. Shen Xueji narrowed his eyes and stood first. The rest followed.
He fully expected they were about to be beaten—but instead, she simply ate quietly, not even sparing them a glance.
Chi Rui glanced over in disbelief: What’s going on?
Everyone else looked bewildered—except Yan An, who turned pale, staring nervously at her chopsticks as though any wrong move would earn a beating.
But the meal ended… without anyone being punished.
That was the strange part.
Shen Xueji and Yu Jin exchanged looks—and both saw despair in the other’s eyes.
The quiet dog bites hardest—if she wasn’t speaking, she must be building up for something terrifying.
Chu Fufeng clenched his fists.
Only simple-minded Chi Rui and Yan An couldn’t hide their faint hope.
Hua Mian tasted all twenty dishes before putting down her chopsticks. They were genuinely delicious. Unfortunately, this body was incredibly frail—one more bite and she couldn’t continue.
So much left over.
According to memory, the original owner never allowed her five beastman husbands to eat the same food. If they did, they’d be punished—slapped if lucky, but more often humiliated or beaten brutally for no reason.
Seeing the untouched dishes was a waste. She glanced up—and saw all five standing stiffly like soldiers facing execution.
Oh. Right. She hadn’t “abused” them yet.
The youngest, Yan An, clutched his apron anxiously, his big brown doe eyes full of fear.
Hua Mian remembered—the original owner forced herself to eat twenty dishes every meal while the five beastmen lived on scraps and stale grains.
She rubbed her forehead helplessly.
Then she spoke:
“You are to finish all of these. Not a single bite is to be left.”
