Wen Ning felt like she was about to die.

Don’t misunderstand—not literally dying, but the kind of burning heat that felt like it would kill her.

But that didn’t make sense. She had been hit over the head and then thrown into a river. It was the dead of winter—if she were dying, shouldn’t she be freezing to death instead of feeling this scorching heat?

Could it be true what people said—that right before freezing to death, you start to feel hot?

No. She didn’t want to die yet!

She tried to open her mouth to breathe, but in the next second, someone sealed her lips shut. A strong masculine scent flooded over her, softening her heart for no reason at all.

Wait… why did this feel like a man was kissing her?

Shouldn’t she be drowning in river water right now?

At the company annual party, after drinking too much, hadn’t she pointed at Vice President Wang—the man who had cut half of her department’s performance bonus—and cursed him out as a “green-shelled bastard”?

She had even exposed the affair between his wife and one of the group executives, saying they had been fooling around passionately in the parking garage.

And then Vice President Wang “exploded” too.

Well—he had smashed a beer bottle over her head.

Blood poured down from the wound, and everything she saw looked as though it were covered by a red haze.

After that, her coworkers called an ambulance. But on the way to the hospital, they got into a car accident, and the vehicle flipped into the moat.

Right before losing consciousness, Wen Ning thought:

So heaven really had no intention of letting her survive tonight.

“Hss—”

Suddenly, her lip was bitten hard.

A scorching masculine presence overwhelmed her, and in her hazy state, Wen Ning gave up resisting.

Forget it. No point thinking about anything else right now. She might as well enjoy the man in front of her first.

Maybe heaven pitied the fact that she had never even been with a man before dying, so it decided to give her a little sweetness before the end.

Though this man’s kissing skills were terrible.

She was almost suffocating, yet he still refused to release her lips, as though he were trying to steal all her air.

Wen Ning forced her eyes open.

Her vision was blurry, but she could still vaguely make out the man pressing down on her: pale skin and a rather handsome profile.

“Y-You… are you clean?”

Sleeping together was fine, but diseases were not.

The man was furious.

The first time his life was ruined had been because of this woman. Now this was the second time—and she still had the nerve to ask whether he was “clean”?

He bit her lip again before sucking fiercely at it.

Since the other side was seducing her so boldly, Wen Ning figured she couldn’t stay passive.

She turned defense into attack and kissed him back just as fiercely.

She even wanted to climb on top of him, but no matter how hard she tried, her body refused to cooperate.

Her initiative seemed to completely ignite the man’s desire. He pinned her hard against the bed and thoroughly devoured her.

Only when Wen Ning finally couldn’t take it anymore—crying and begging for mercy, kicking at him with her legs—did he grab hold of them and continue relentlessly.

So even dying peacefully was too much to ask, huh?

…

“I’ll submit the divorce report today.”

Morning sunlight filtered into a room decorated with old-fashioned posters that carried the atmosphere of another era.

A long-haired woman sat on the bed, wrapped in a bedsheet from the chest down, her expression blank and confused.

She… was still alive?

The man standing beside the bed had already put on his pants, though his upper body remained bare, revealing a broad chest and sharply defined eight-pack abs, streaked with faint scratch marks.

At six-foot-one, he looked exactly like the kind of “male bodhisattva” modern women drooled over online.

When Wen Ning looked higher and saw his face, she sucked in a breath.

His features were sharp and sculpted like they had been carved with a knife, and there was even a tiny tea-colored mole on the bridge of his nose, making him look both cold and strangely obedient.

And that body…

Unfortunately, the “male bodhisattva” spoke in an icy tone.

Seeing that she didn’t respond—and noticing her wandering gaze lingering over his body—the tips of his ears reddened.

Out of anger.

He hurriedly grabbed his shirt and put it on before saying with disgust,

“Wen Ning, do you have any shame at all?!”

Wen Ning had been staring at his abs and V-line in a daze when his words suddenly triggered a flood of memories in her mind.

The good news:

She wasn’t dead. She had even become trendy and transmigrated into a novel.

The bad news:

She had transmigrated into the body of the male lead Jiang Ye’s vicious ex-wife.

And the even worse news:

After giving birth, the original owner had completely neglected her figure and become obese. Exactly how heavy she was, no one knew—not even the original owner, who had avoided weighing herself out of denial.

According to the original plot:

Jiang Ye was a military officer in the capital, and his father also held a high-ranking military position. Through introductions, Jiang Ye and a female artistic soldier in the army developed mutual feelings. Her father’s status was comparable to Jiang Ye’s father’s, making them a perfect match socially and politically. Both families strongly supported the marriage.

The original owner, however, was just a rural girl from a city neighboring the capital.

But her uncle, Wen Huaimin, had once saved Jiang Ye’s father’s life, and because the Jiang family valued gratitude, the two families had maintained a modest relationship over the years.

Then fate’s gears began to turn.

One time, the original owner followed her uncle to a banquet at the Jiang family home. The moment she saw Jiang Ye, she was stunned by his appearance—and thus began her self-destructive path.

First, she went on a hunger strike and forced her uncle to use the old life-saving favor to pressure the Jiangs into making Jiang Ye marry her.

At the time, Jiang Ye and his “white moonlight” were practically already together, so naturally the Jiang family refused.

Still, because of Wen Huaimin’s life-saving grace, they kept their temper and politely brought Jiang Ye and a car full of gifts to the Wen family to persuade her to change her mind.

But not only did she refuse, she staged an entire scene herself.

When Jiang Ye entered her room to speak with her privately, she suddenly tore off her clothes, threw herself at him, and screamed that he was molesting her.

The commotion spread through the entire village.

Crying hysterically, she declared that her innocence had been ruined, and if Jiang Ye refused to marry her, she would smash her head to death in front of everyone.

To force Jiang Ye into marriage, this girl had truly thrown all shame to the wind.

In the end, Jiang Ye had no choice but to marry her.

But Jiang Ye wasn’t someone easy to push around either.

On their wedding night, he swore that marrying her was only his way of repaying his father’s debt of gratitude—and that he would never touch her for the rest of his life.

Unfortunately for him, the original owner had one trick better.

She drugged him.

That night, she got exactly what she wanted, but from then on Jiang Ye despised her even more. The very next day, he moved out and started living separately in the military dormitory.

A month later, Jiang Ye volunteered for the most dangerous mission possible and was sent to the border.

He stayed away for five years.

The original owner, however, happened to be extremely fertile. Even after just that “one-night stand,” she still became pregnant.

After ten months, she gave birth to a daughter named Shanshan.

Disliking the cold treatment she received from the Jiang family, she moved back to her uncle’s home while pregnant. But every month she demanded money from the Jiangs.

If the allowance was even two days late, she would immediately call them and make sarcastic, passive-aggressive remarks.

Openly and secretly, she complained about how unlucky she was to have married a “short-lived ghost” and even borne his child.

After all, Shanshan was Jiang Ye’s only bloodline.

So the Jiang family had better know their place and send the money quickly—

otherwise she would remarry with Shanshan, make her take another man’s surname, and call someone else “Dad.”