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#demisescheming #two-faced Le Yao became a cannon fodder wife for the *sshole CEO, Nangong Jue. As she cherished her life, she quickly signed the divorce agreement and walked away. After she got far away from him, she let herself fly free. Strongly determined to succeed, she returned to school and became the most beautiful scholar on campus. To turn her life around, she started cooking delicious food. When she started to live-stream her cooking sessions, she became a popular cooking goddess. Plus, she even taught line dancing to older ladies, becoming the sassiest dance goddess as she twisted her hips. Le Yao was speechless. She unintentionally let herself fly free a little too quickly, huh? Nangong Jue: “It’s fine. No matter how far or fast you fly, you’ll never fly out of my palm.” A bunch of big shots who want to hug, kiss, and pamper the heck out of Le Yao: “...” Le Yao: “...”
As soon as Le Yao opened her eyes, she was shocked to see a pair of eyes filled with disgust. She was about to speak when a lot of information that didn't belong to her appeared in her mind.
"Han Binglan, you slit your wrist last time, took sleeping pills the time before that, and you jumped into the lake this time. What do you want to do next time?" Nangong Jue did not bother to hide his disgust at all. His eyes were filled with disdain. "Please, if you really want to die, can you die further away? I don't have that much time to waste on you."
"I…" Le Yao tried to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she began to cough violently. Her choked lungs were too uncomfortable.
However, Nangong Jue took two steps back in disgust and glanced at the butler beside him. "Tell me when she's actually dead." Then, he turned and walked away.
"Yes." Uncle Bai, the butler, nodded respectfully. He looked at Le Yao sympathetically, his eyes were filled with helplessness and pity.
Le Yao coughed for a while before she finally calmed down. She sat up with difficulty. The various information surging in her mind confused her, but she was certain of one thing. She had transmigrated. At this moment, she wanted to tell the handsome man in front of her that Han Binglan was really dead and that she was Le Yao.
But who would believe her? They would probably kill her if she said it, right?
Wait, Han Binglan? Nangong Jue? Weren't they characters from a melodramatic novel she had read before?
She was merely a tour guide. Usually, she would show the uncles and aunties around various attractions and buy some specialties, earning a small salary. Who would have thought that she would have such a fortuitous encounter? In her free time, she casually flipped through a novel and could not help but complain that it was so melodramatic. In the end… When she opened her eyes, she entered the story and even became the supporting character in the book.
In her opinion, Han Binglan was a pitiful woman. When she was young, she was abducted and sold. When she finally returned, her biological mother died and her biological father became a scumbag. Fortunately, her late mother had arranged an engagement for her when she was alive. In the end, she fell in love with her husband at first sight. However, her husband had someone else in his heart, so she eventually turned into the evil cannon fodder.
"Young Mistress, go back and change your clothes. Don't catch a cold." Although Uncle Bai also hated this woman, he was only a servant. As long as his lord did not instruct him to ignore her, he had to do his job.
"Thank you." Only then did Le Yao realize that she was drenched and trembling. She hurriedly got up and walked back to the room with the memory of her new body. However, as soon as she entered, she fell to the ground.
When she opened her eyes again, she realized that there was an IV in her hand. She frowned. She must have a fever.
"Miss Han, you're really amazing. To avoid getting divorced, you took sleeping pills and suffered from gastritis, cut your wrist and lower your blood sugar. Now, you have a high fever and pneumonia from jumping into the lake…" A man in a white suit looked down at her with a mocking expression. "But you didn't die from the fever after three days. Your vitality is comparable to a cockroach."
Le Yao frowned. She didn't want to hear him go on. Her mouth was dry and she wanted water.
"I'm looking forward to seeing what you'll do next time. Jump off a building? That won't do in this villa. It's not high enough. If you jump from two or three floors, you'll at most break your arms and legs. Therefore, I suggest you choose a higher building. For example, the Chenguang Building? It has 56 floors. If you jump down, you'll definitely die… You'll probably be turned into minced meat…"
