After Teasing the Heroine and Running Away, I Was Forced into Love - Chapter 1

He Roushuang had transmigrated into a novel.

The good news: she wasn’t stuck in a cramped rental apartment, starving nine meals out of every three days, with a gambling-addicted father, a critically ill mother, a younger brother still in school, and the tragic female lead—a woman of pure yet alluring beauty, broken by hardship.

The bad news: she was the male lead’s sister, a vicious female antagonist, the catalyst for the male and female leads’ romance, and the archvillain readers yearned to tear to shreds.

At that moment, He Roushuang sat in her luxury Bentley, crying. Of course, the other half of her face was smiling.

Seriously?!

This was a luxury car—something she’d never even driven in her entire life!

As everyone knew, He Roushuang, as the male lead’s sister, was either a helpful ally or a malicious villain. Unfortunately, she was the latter. The evil deeds she’d committed were countless and unspeakable.

These included, but were not limited to, slapping the female lead the moment she entered the family home, attempting to have her assaulted by thugs (which failed when the male lead heroically rescued her), and… well, the list went on.

Naturally, a villain who had tormented the female lead so relentlessly would meet a truly tragic end. In the climax, the male lead, driven by righteous fury, disowned her, stripped her of her shares, and married her off as a political pawn to an abusive man she loathed.

Each and every detail left He Roushuang speechless with despair, her scalp tingling with dread. The original owner had been a top-tier legal disaster!

And one whose fate was utterly catastrophic.

But all hope wasn’t lost! She had transmigrated early enough—the male and female leads hadn’t even had their fateful first encounter yet!

This was the perfect opportunity for her to prepare for the storm ahead!

The original novel was a cliché-ridden tale of a substitute mistress kept as a pampered canary. The male lead’s character was the quintessential domineering CEO, a man as stale as a rotten cucumber. He pined for his first love while keeping the female lead as a substitute.

Why was he considered a scumbag?

Because throughout the entire book, he treated the female lead as nothing more than a substitute, abandoning her without hesitation when his first love returned.

It was a pure product of the author’s misanthropy, a book written out of spite for society.

He Roushuang had only started reading it because an old classmate mentioned she shared the same name as the male lead’s sister, who was also a powerful female CEO. Intrigued, she clicked the link with anticipation.

But the more she read, the darker her expression grew.

She looked exactly like the tormented and twisted Plankton from SpongeBob SquarePants.

No!

Where was the domineering female CEO the original owner was supposed to be?

She was clearly a super-villain, sacrificed by the male lead to a grotesque, wealthy pig of a man, and then portrayed as a tragic foil in the author’s narrative!

Just as He Roushuang was lamenting her fate, regretting listening to her best friend’s flattery about sharing a name with the book’s female CEO and clicking the link, her phone vibrated softly in her tailored trousers.

She pulled out her iPhone 16 Pro Max.

I have to admit, being transmigrated has its perks, she thought. Not only do I get to drive luxury cars, but I can finally afford the phone I used to only dream of.

The message came from her assistant.

Assistant Wang: Report, Boss. Young Master He has arrived at the bar but hasn’t entered the VIP room. He’s sitting in a secluded booth and just tipped a girl named Shi Qing 100,000 yuan.

He Roushuang read the message and immediately sprang up from the Bentley, driving straight to the bar.

She had been playing the long game for days, hoping to catch a big fish. She considered herself lucky to have transmigrated before the novel’s plot had even begun.

For the past few months, He Roushuang had been desperately trying to maintain the facade of a business tycoon. In reality, though she recognized every character in the documents piled on her desk, their combined meaning remained a complete mystery.

Fortunately, her charade was finally coming to an end.

All she needed to do was separate the male and female leads, and none of the Original Owner’s tragedies would come to pass.

The thought made her grin.

When she first transmigrated, she had been stumped on how to break this situation. But then inspiration struck.

Since the Male Lead is a scumbag with his heart still set on his first love…

It’s simple! I’ll just take the Female Lead under my wing, won’t I?

A sleek, understatedly luxurious black Bentley sped down the asphalt road. At that moment, He Roushuang had only one thought: This transmigration is awesome!

She was currently fighting for her future, determined to snatch the Female Lead before the Male Lead could get his hands on her.

What’s wrong with a soft, sweet Female Lead?

Letting that pig of a Male Lead get her would be a complete waste!

He Roushuang had scouted this bar countless times, knowing all the shortcuts to get there quickly. Along the way, every car yielded to her, as if terrified of even a scratch.

He Roushuang: Hmm… even more awesome!

Though she lacked the luck of most transmigrators—no Brother System or Sister System to guide her—she knew that every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

That means I won’t get electrocuted or forced to do tasks I don’t want to do.

The car arrived at the bar ahead of schedule. He Roushuang’s high-end suit stood out starkly against the bar’s casual atmosphere, but she couldn’t care less.

Her gaze swept the room until she spotted her assistant in plainclothes. He was dressed flamboyantly: ripped jeans, a white shirt paired with a thick gold chain.

Anyone who didn’t know better would think he was some rapper out to pick up girls.

He Roushuang’s lips twitched slightly. The thought of her assistant, usually so prim in his glasses and suit, dressed like this was almost comical.

The assistant waved her over, and He Roushuang hurried over.

“Young Master is right over there, Boss. You…”

Before he could finish, a wicked smile spread across He Roushuang’s face, as sinister as any villain in a drama series.

She strode toward the Male Lead. In the novel, his relationship with his sister had always been strained, so she decided to play up that dynamic to the hilt. After all, it wouldn’t break character.

“He Shanjian, are Mom and Dad aware you’re hanging out in bars?”

“Better watch out—they might break your legs!”

He Roushuang’s delicate fingers clamped down on the Male Lead’s ear with brutal force, nearly twisting it off.

Seriously, you can’t go easy on a guy who’ll later sell his own sister to an abusive husband!

He Roushuang had always adhered to one principle: Mercy toward your enemies is cruelty toward yourself.

He Shanjian had just tipped a guitarist at the bar 100,000 yuan amid cheers from the crowd, basking in his moment of glory.

Then his wicked sister had to ruin it.

Resentment flared in his heart, but before he could swat her hand away, He Roushuang’s assistant arrived.

“Exactly, Young Master He! The Chairman has such high hopes for you. How could you…”

He Roushuang vented her anger before finally releasing the woman’s wrist and turning her gaze to the figure on the stage.

The woman was dressed in the standard attire of a “pure white lotus” female lead: faded jeans and a thin white jacket.

She set her guitar aside, tears welling in her eyes as she endured the humiliation of picking up the scattered red bills.

He Roushuang: …This is practically the epitome of a tragic female lead!

“Fine, you’re humiliating an innocent woman! Just wait until I tell Mom and Dad how to deal with you!”

At the very least, she’d have them freeze He Shanjian’s bank cards for three months, preventing him from showing off for a while.

With this thought, He Roushuang decisively approached the tearful, pure white lotus.

She crouched down, her slender, pale fingers snatching the bills from Shi Qing’s hand and tossing them aside.

Then, she pulled out the black card she had warmed in her suit jacket pocket.

“Don’t take this money. It’s dirty from being on the ground.”

“Mine is clean.”