Guzi transmigrated into a novel and became a character in a story about a true and false rich heiress. 

While others who transmigrated into novels become the true heiress, she became the fake heiress. To make matters worse, both she and the true heiress are engaged. 

She was engaged to the son of a military leader, while the true heiress was engaged to a divorced man with three children from his previous marriage.

Guzi's parents, caring for the true heiress, decide to have Guzi marry in her place. In the book, the character "Guzi" was furious and attempted suicide but failed. 

As a result, she lost the love and favor of her parents. After marrying the divorced man,

 "Guzi" blamed him for all the wrongdoings and mistreated his children. Eventually, he could no longer tolerate her actions and divorced her. "Guzi" would become a destitute beggar and die miserably on the street.

After transmigrating into the book, Guzi left her family and married the divorced man. When she faced the man and his three children, Guzi believed that the original owner of her body made a terrible mistake.

This was a painless experience of being a mother without any hardships to endure!

On the other hand, the true heiress had to deal with her husband's illegitimate child and fight for family assets. She would lead a daily life full of hardships.

The true heiress consoled herself, thinking that she was still better off than Guzi. She had to raise someone else's child and care for an old man.

However, one day she sees Guzi stepping out of a luxurious car with a protruding belly, supported by the richest man in the city. 

Looking aggrieved, Guzi got out of the car and said, "We agreed not to have children!" 

The man beside her responded tenderly, "Sorry, my mistake."

Reborn as a Fake Heiress Marrying the Tycoon

The faint, lingering scent wafted through the air as Gu Zi walked past. It wasn't overpowering, but it was enough to make everyone—whether male or female—stop in their tracks.

Heads turned, gazes followed, and a collective sense of awe settled over the crowd. Even her back was mesmerizing: her slender frame, the graceful sway of her ponytail, and her effortless poise left everyone entranced.

"Who is she?" one student whispered, unable to contain their astonishment. "Which class is she from? How have we never seen her before?"

A group of boys, recovering from their initial daze, began nudging one another with nervous excitement. Each one wanted to muster the courage to approach her, but none dared. She was simply too beautiful, too unattainable. Their usual bravado faltered in the face of her radiance.

"She's probably not even from our school," one boy speculated, masking his disappointment. "Someone that stunning? I'd have noticed her ages ago."

I Saw My First Love