The Beautiful, Strong, and Miserable Ex-Girlfriend [Quick Transmigration GL] - Chapter 1

Shen Sujie happened to pick up the half-finished glass of wine on the balcony when she saw the breaking news about Jiang Bieyuan and Fu Yanzhou’s scandal.

One was a beautiful, tragic yet powerful heiress.
The other, a handsome top-tier movie star from an ordinary background.
Together, they were the perfect match—talent and looks, a golden couple.

And she? She was nothing but Jiang Bieyuan’s shallow, greedy ex. The one who chased after wealth, ditched her when she thought there was none, and ended up the joke of the town.

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“Host, your role is to play the ex-girlfriend ‘Qiao Weiwei,’ and on her behalf, reform yourself, support the romance between the male and female leads, and ensure the tragic beauty heroine gets her sweet happy ending.”

The system’s cold mechanical voice echoed in her head. Shen Sujie closed her eyes, and in the next second, all of the original novel’s plot came flooding into her mind.

The original Qiao Weiwei? What a piece of work! A shameless gold digger with rotten character.

She first met the heroine, Jiang Bieyuan, at a banquet. Stunned by Jiang Bieyuan’s striking beauty and aristocratic air, Qiao Weiwei mistakenly assumed she was some wealthy heiress. Determined, she pulled out all the tricks in her arsenal until Jiang Bieyuan agreed to date her.

The moment Jiang Bieyuan said yes, Qiao Weiwei started dreaming big visions of riches and status, of finally climbing her way into the elite.

But that dream didn’t last long. Not only was Jiang Bieyuan not a legitimate heiress, she was in fact an unacknowledged illegitimate daughter still cast aside and ignored by the Jiang family.

The moment the truth came out, Qiao Weiwei snapped. Furious that all her effort had been wasted, she tore into Jiang Bieyuan, mocking her for “pretending to be rich,” humiliating her, and dumping her on the spot.

And the very next day, the Jiang family publicly recognized Jiang Bieyuan as their heir, handing over several companies for her to manage.

When Qiao Weiwei had chased after Jiang Bieyuan, it had been high-profile and noisy. When she broke up, it was even more vicious, tearing all pretenses to shreds. So once the news broke, she instantly became a laughingstock in social circles, the very definition of “blind to gold.”

Panicked, Qiao Weiwei began shamelessly harassing Jiang Bieyuan, pretending to be heartbroken, recounting their “sweet past” in an attempt to win her back.

But Jiang Bieyuan never spared her a glance. Not once.

Instead, today she was making headlines with none other than the grassroots top actor Fu Yanzhou.

In the original story, their romance was far from smooth. Fu Yanzhou’s fanbase was terrifyingly combative, and even Jiang Bieyuan, a newly established heiress, had to endure endless criticism.

Fans nitpicked her illegitimate status, mocked her busy work schedule, and sneered that she’d never make a good wife or mother. Yet in the same breath, they happily enjoyed all the benefits she brought to Fu Yanzhou’s career, conveniently erasing all her sacrifices.

It wasn’t until Jiang Bieyuan gradually stepped away from her work and spent all her time trailing after Fu Yanzhou—enduring hardship after hardship, as if walking the trials of a pilgrimage—that she finally won over Fu Yanzhou and his fans, securing their marriage.

After becoming “Mrs. Fu,” Jiang Bieyuan completely gave up her own ambitions, devoting her entire life to Fu Yanzhou. She revolved around him, prioritized everything for him, and in the end, through sacrifice and silent endurance, the novel closed on its “happy ending.”

Shen Sujie blinked. Seriously?
“So, System… you’re saying this isn’t happy enough?”

“Of course not.” 

Shen Sujie could almost imagine the system lifting its chin in arrogance. “My Bieyuan-jie is a textbook tragic beauty heroine. How could she possibly give up her career for some man and be reduced to his shadow?”

“If someone has to make sacrifices for the HE (Happy Ending), it should be Fu Yanzhou. He should be the one to put his career aside, stay home, and be the steady support behind her.”

“A grown man parading himself in public every day? What a disgrace. Utterly vulgar—how could he not tarnish Bieyuan-jie’s reputation?”

Shen Sujie: “……”

She honestly had no words for this system. What was it made of, exactly? But like it or not, she was already bound to this crash-landing ‘trashy-novel’ system. Other than obediently playing along with its tasks, she really had no way out.

Dragging her attention away from the system, she looked back at the photo of Jiang Bieyuan on her phone screen.

The pixels weren’t even that clear, yet still, the woman’s elegance shone through—slender figure, poised demeanor, and that sharp, icy gaze between her brows that made people hesitate to meet her eyes.

Because of her background, Jiang Bieyuan wasn’t an easy person to approach. Polite, yes—but cold and distant, with a faint air of wariness that always kept people at arm’s length.

And yet that very aloofness, combined with her frosty beauty and noble aura, made her all the more irresistible.

Shen Sujie found herself staring at Jiang Bieyuan’s picture for a long time. Long enough that the system couldn’t resist popping out, smug and proud:
“See? No one can resist my Bieyuan-jie’s charm. Even you’ve fallen for her beauty now, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” Shen Sujie admitted without hesitation. She cast the system a sidelong glance, the corners of her lips curving into a smile full of meaning. “Jiang Bieyuan really is beautiful.”

The system felt there was something in her tone, but before it could puzzle it out, noise came from the entryway.

And then the very subject of today’s scandal walked in through the door. She crossed the living room, stopped right in front of Shen Sujie, and fixed her with a gaze colder than ice. Expressionless, she asked flatly:

“Are you done making a scene?”

Having received the whole plot download, Shen Sujie quickly recalled the reason for Jiang Bieyuan’s arrival. It was because Qiao Weiwei had sent her a suicide threat.

Whether it was out of concern or simply not wanting further trouble, Jiang Bieyuan had lowered herself to come check on her ex.

But check was all it was.

Just one look, in fact.

Once she confirmed Qiao Weiwei wasn’t in any real danger, Jiang Bieyuan had turned to leave disgusted with her ex’s recent behavior, the betrayal still stabbing at her heart like a needle.

“Wait.” Seeing the woman about to go, Shen Sujie hurriedly called out. Watching the hem of that black dress trail almost to the floor as she turned, sharp and commanding as a queen, Shen Sujie smiled like a blooming peach blossom.

“You’re already here. Why not have a drink before you leave?”

Jiang Bieyuan didn’t answer. She only frowned at her, as if to ask: What now?

“I just have something I want to say.” Shen Sujie spoke with sincerity, lifting a wineglass and slowly filling it for her. “What happened before was my fault. I owe you an apology.”

She raised the glass toward her. Jiang Bieyuan didn’t take it.

Awkward, Shen Sujie laughed, drew her hand back, and downed it herself in one gulp.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. I only felt I should at least make sure you know I regret what I did.”

“I was blind, stupid enough to hurt you back then. So here and now, I sincerely want to tell you: I’m sorry.”

The only sound on the balcony besides the faint wind was her voice. Jiang Bieyuan simply stared at her—expressionless, unmoved, with not the slightest flicker of emotion. If anything, there was a subtle trace of impatience creeping in.

Finally, when Shen Sujie opened her mouth again, Jiang Bieyuan snapped, unable to stand it any longer:

“What exactly do you want?”

Shen Sujie faltered mid-line, lips pressing together before she sighed and softened. “Nothing. If you don’t want to hear it, I won’t say more. No point annoying you.”

Then her tone shifted, a hint of careful probing slipping in:

“Actually, I just wanted to ask… about you and Fu Yanzhou…”

“It’s fake.”

As though she’d expected that question, Jiang Bieyuan cut her off with a blunt answer.

At those words, Shen Sujie who thought she was hiding it well, visibly relaxed. She immediately masked it with a dazzling smile.

“I knew it. No way you’d fall for that kind of man.”

Carefully watching Jiang Bieyuan’s face, Shen Sujie pressed on:

“A star like Fu Yanzhou, with such a massive fanbase, you’d only end up suffering if you were with him. His fans would demand sacrifice after sacrifice from you. They’d take your efforts for granted, never thank you, and even band together with his other admirers and rumored flings to go against you. And meanwhile they’d still expect you to be perfect—”

“Enough. Is this all you wanted to say?” Jiang Bieyuan cut her off again, ice in her tone.

Shen Sujie paused, then shook her head with rare honesty. “No. What I really wanted to say is this: men will never be better than women.”

“If you start a new relationship in the future, please, don’t choose Fu Yanzhou.”

“…Women?” For the first time, an actual expression appeared on Jiang Bieyuan’s face. Her lips curved into a mocking smile as she stepped closer, abruptly closing the distance.

“Tell me, then—what exactly is so good about women?”

“Is it that they’re heartless, ungrateful, fickle and disloyal? That they spout pretty words, break their promises, wear false faces, pretending at virtue while being beasts beneath the skin?”

Eight different accusations in a row—each one sharper than the last—left Shen Sujie’s cheeks flushing red.

Jiang Bieyuan rarely allowed anyone this close. Not even when she’d dated Qiao Weiwei had she let down her guard like this. Always disciplined, always distant. But now—now, provoked into anger, her unfamiliar breath pressed down all around Shen Sujie.

Strong. Cold. Yet dangerously intoxicating.

Shen Sujie instinctively took half a step back, then hesitated, blurting out:

“Well… women have curves, flexibility, legs for days that make Fu Yanzhou look cheap in comparison. And starting this moment, she’d be utterly devoted to you—obedient, loyal, never straying.”