On the first day of college, Jiang Ling'er died from an accidental electrocution in her room. Unexpectedly, she actually transmigrated into a novel. She became the female supporting character whose life was on the line because she tried to steal the female lead's man.

Jiang Ling'er checked her bank account and discovered that she had so much money! 

"This world is wonderful. I should live a good life. I can approach many handsome men, so why should I stick to just one?" She immediately said out loud.

"Ling'er, I know you love Li Yan deeply too," Bai Xue said.

"Don't make things up. Aren't there other men apart from Li Yan?" Jiang Ling'er asked.

"Ling'er, aren't we best friends?" Bai Xue asked.

"If this is what being best friends means, I'd rather be a man," Jiang Ling'er said.
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"Jiang Ling'er, what must I do for you to stop bothering me?" Li Yan asked.

"Dude, please have some self-respect. Don't overthink things," Jiang Ling'er said.

"Drop the act. I won't fall in love with you," Li Yan said.

"Please look into a mirror. See what you look like right now. I'm not blind!" Jiang Ling'er retorted.

"I think I like you," Li Yan said.

"God! Please spare me. Don't torture my eyes with an ugly loser like him!" Jiang Ling'er exclaimed.

"You like me too, don't you?" Li Yan asked.

"Who gave you guts to say such things? Did God do it? Please look in the mirror!" Jiang Ling'er exclaimed.

Jiang Ling'er was rich and pretty. Why did she have to fall for an arrogant idiot? This was her second chance at life. Naturally, she would live the way that pleased her the most!

After I Transmigrated, the Male Lead Blames Me for Not Loving Him

Wen Nuan took a bite of rice, only to recoil and spit it out instantaneously. A frown etched across her face as she exclaimed, "Did you forget to wash the rice? Why does it taste so bad?"

Jiang Ling'er met Wen Nuan's shocked countenance with a smile.

Wen Nuan was unaccustomed to the meagerly priced rice offered in the canteen.

"Now you understand why I steer clear of rice," Jiang Ling'er quipped with a smile.

In her previous life, Jiang Ling'er always kept a low profile, frequenting the school cafeteria and becoming intimately acquainted with its culinary offerings.

Gloomily, Wen Nuan voiced her frustration, "You knew all along, yet you didn't remind me. Now I'm stuck with heaps of rice. What am I supposed to do? Every grain represents hard work. If I waste it, I'll face punishment."

Why Does It Taste So Bad