Surviving_17

When Mei-Xing wakes up in a hospital, she believes she has miraculously survived the attack that claimed her life. However, her relief turns to horror when she discovers she’s in the body of her estranged relative, Li Na—a woman she’s never met. Now trapped in a life that’s not her own, Mei-Xing must navigate the chaos of Li Na’s existence.

Li Na’s life is a tangled mess. Nobody likes her and she has no family or reputation. Moreover, all around have kept some secrets realted to her. The powerful CEO Lu Jianjun, wants to keep her within his manor's walls has a contract: He would give her the title of Mrs. Lu and she would not set out. As Mei-Xing tries to piece together the mystery of her own murder, she’s forced to confront the challenges and responsibilities of Li Na’s troubled relationships.

Torn between uncovering the truth about who killed her and managing the fallout of Li Na's broken life, Mei-Xing must decide whether she can make amends for her mistakes or if the path to her own answers will destroy the fragile world she now inhabits. As the clock ticks, her new identity might be the only way to save both their futures—or doom them both.

Queen Of Hearts Is The CEO's, Mysterious Love.

Li Na stiffened, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. The accusation in his tone, however controlled, struck a nerve. She met his gaze, steady yet simmering with unspoken frustration.

"I went to talk," she said, her voice clipped but firm. "That's all."

Lu Jianjun's eyes darkened, unreadable. "At that hour?"

She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "Does the time matter more than the reason?"

"Did you really have to do that at the reception?" he thought, his jaw tightening. Then, out loud, he asked, "You went to his bedroom directly?"

Li Na gasped. The way he put it—so blunt, so damning—made it sound worse than she had ever considered. Now that he said it out loud, even to her own ears, it didn't feel right.

Her throat tightened as she scrambled for an explanation, for the right words to undo the weight of his accusation. But under his piercing gaze, everything she wanted to say suddenly felt flimsy.

You Accuse Me