After being reborn as a passerby, the fake daughter only wants to play badly

Jiang Wanqing watched Shen Anran fall into the sea, and an indescribable feeling of suffocation surged in her heart.

"An An!" she shouted loudly.

Immediately afterwards, her body seemed to lose all strength, her vision went dark, and she fainted.

Lin Yunfei looked like a madman, his voice hoarse and exhausted.

"Go and save An An quickly. If anything happens to her, you will all be buried with her."

In the chaos, Wu Rui and the man tried to take the opportunity to escape, but were caught by Lin Yunfei's men.

Lin Yunfei's eyes were gloomy. "Treat them well. I want to let them know what it feels like to be unable to live or die."

The man laughed crazily, "With your own daughter paving the way for me, I'm not alone."

Lin Yunfei was furious. He took the gun from the bodyguard and shot at the man's legs, one shot after another, avoiding important parts of the body.

He had completely lost his mind, and in the end, he shot the two men to death.

No one noticed that the seagulls, which were originally flying freely in flocks under the blue sky, disappeared silently.

Then, everything, including the rolling waves, rescuers, and even the guests on the boat, disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if they had never existed.

……

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the curtains and gently falls into the quiet room.

A woman was taking a nap on the table, her long hair scattered casually, swaying gently in the wind.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and the pages of the book on the table turned over one page under the gentle caress of the wind.

On that page, it was written: "Shen Anran is not afraid of death. She is afraid of death and it is worthless."

"Shen Anran!"

The woman suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils contracted sharply, her eyes were full of pain, and her voice trembled slightly.

She looked around with a dazed look in her eyes, as if she was still wavering between reality and illusion.

"Am I back?"

She whispered to herself, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

My body seemed to have lost its strength and I slumped in the chair, with scenes flashing through my mind like scenes from a movie.

Shen Jiahe rushed to the computer and opened a file.

His fingertips jumped on the keyboard, trying to change Shen Anran's tragic fate.

Finally, after modifying all the text, when I clicked the "Save" button, I found that a "Cannot Save" prompt popped up on the screen.

"How could this be?"

Shen Jiahe frowned, muttered to himself, and felt uneasy.

Unwilling to give up, she tried again, over and over, but each time she got the same result.

At this time, Shen Jiahe noticed the small words in the lower right corner of the prompt: The story that happened cannot be modified.

Shen Jiahe was so angry that he swung his arms and swept away all the cups and books on the table. The sound of breaking echoed in the air.

She had promised Shen Anran that she would give her a good ending.

However, why couldn't she change those words?

That was the novel she wrote. Doesn't she even have the final say?

A dark light flashed across Shen Jiahe's eyes.

Since the original story cannot be changed, write a brand new novel for her.

Her fingertips danced on the keyboard, and soon a new story outline was constructed.

The Shen family and the Lin family have been friends for generations. What’s more interesting is that the two families welcomed their daughters in the same year.

The two little girls grew up happily until they were seven years old, when the arrival of new neighbors broke their peace.

Shen Anran climbed up the grape trellis, looked at the new neighbor under the tree, and greeted him humorously:

"Brother, have you just moved here? Hello, my name is Shen Anran, what's your name?"

"Hello, my name is Zhou Jingyan."

Their story has just begun.

……

The Space-Time Administration, a special agency established as an extension of the novel world.

The hall was crowded and bustling with people.

Everyone was waiting to receive their tasks with excitement.

Suddenly, a loud shout erupted from the crowd: "Fuck, the boss is back!"

"The boss is handsome again!"

"Who is the boss?" A new member poked his head in curiously.

"You don't even know the boss?" someone next to him said in surprise.

The man smiled innocently, "I'm new here, please give me some advice."

"No one knows the boss's name. We only know his codename is 001. He's well-known in our bureau. He's completed countless missions, always managing to escape danger. He's a legend here."

The man explained, his eyes twinkling with adoration.

"Is it so powerful?" The new member was so fascinated by what he heard that he couldn't help but sigh.

"That's not the case, but I haven't seen the boss for a while. I guess he took on a difficult task." The person next to him continued.

001 turned a deaf ear to these discussions, his face still expressionless.

The people at the front of the line stepped back and made way.

He walked to the front of the line, waited for the people inside to come out, and then walked straight in.

Seeing this, some newcomers at the back couldn't help but grumble, "How could he cut in line?"

"Yeah, I've been waiting in line for five hours."

The old member nearby laughed sarcastically upon hearing this and responded, "What are you barking about? Here, ability determines status. When you become a big boss one day, you'll understand what this means."

In the spacious and bright room, there is only a simple table.

A young man in white sat there quietly, the sunlight shining on him, outlining his focused figure.

His eyes moved slowly across the document in his hand, and the sound of the paper shuffling was particularly clear in the silence.

Hearing the movement coming from the door, the young man raised his head, his eyes met with the person who came, and he said softly, "You're back."

The visitor nodded slightly, his tone cold: "Well, I'm not here to take a mission this time. I want to tell you that I plan to rest for a while."

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this. "Okay, do you want me to help you choose a place to travel and relax?"

"No thanks." 001 answered without mercy.

"Don't be so quick to refuse," the young man said, half-smiled, and handed over a piece of information. "You might want to take a look first. There might be something that interests you."

001 reached out to take the information, and as soon as his eyes touched the content, a strange color flashed across his originally calm pupils.

He suddenly clenched the information in his hand, as if he was holding something extremely precious.

Without even having time to stop, he turned around and hurried out the door with rapid steps.

Witnessing this scene, the young man leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, pulling out a faint, somewhat doting chuckle, and whispered softly: "This brat."

When Shen Anran's soul was about to fall to pieces, he protected a part of her soul.

Coincidentally, Shen Jiahe created a new novel at this time, and he took the opportunity to put Shen Anran's soul into the new world.

He guessed that Zhou Jingyan would ask for a break, so he took out the information and showed it to him. Once he saw the content clearly, he would naturally not refuse.

After all, there was someone he liked there.

Zhou Jingyan remembers Shen Anran because his love for her has penetrated deep into his bones and will never disappear no matter what.

There are always people who cross mountains and rivers and go through all kinds of difficulties just for that hug.

(End of the article)