Fishball

Food blogger, Qin Zhenzhen, transmigrated into a novel and became a young chubby girl who forcibly married a handsome guy. The handsome guy was truly attractive, but he was the villain in the novel. He was sinister and vicious, and everyone in his family was cannon fodder.

She couldn't afford to mess with him. With that in mind, she hurriedly approached him and asked for a divorce.

The handsome man narrowed his eyes. "Do you want a peaceful divorce? Fat chance!"

Since a peaceful divorce was impossible, she'd have to change the storyline.

At first, she thought this was going to be a difficult journey with many obstacles. However, it turned out to be a smooth ride, and she unexpectedly became pampered by everyone around her.

People were born kind. The supposed villain, who didn't experience all those terrible things in the novel, could actually have a positive outlook in life.

"I'm capable of getting rid of all feelings of jealousy and dissatisfaction. I can also lead a family to the path of wealth. Meanwhile, I also managed to conquer a man who only wanted to take revenge on me from the very beginning," the female lead said.

"I'm all about scheming and strategies. Anyone who messes with me will die, and anyone who bullies me will also die. As for the woman who both messed with me and bullied me, I'll punish her by making her stay with me for the rest of our lives," the male lead said.

The Peasant Wife Is a Lucky Charm

Qin Zhenzhen carefully arranged the dishes in front of Chen Lin'er, who appeared perplexed.

"Is this my final meal?" Chen Lin'er questioned, uncertainty clouding her expression. Was she about to face her fate before the autumn leaves descended? Was this the toll for her outspokenness, or was the new governor intending to make an example of one to warn many?

The notion of partaking in a satisfying meal before departing evoked conflicting emotions. On one hand, the prospect of freedom brought joy; she could finally reunite with her family—parents, in-laws, and her child. Yet, the shadow of sorrow loomed, casting a pall over her wretched existence.

Her life had been an odyssey of hardships, prompting introspection. If it were karmic retribution, she pondered whether her past deeds warranted such profound suffering. She wished fervently that the pain she endured would spare her in the next life.

Come Again Tomorrow