The vicious female supporting role becomes the female lead

Late at night, Chu Qiao's room was immersed in tranquility. Moonlight streamed through the slits in the curtains, casting dappled shadows on the soft carpet. Lying in bed, feeling the warmth of the quilt, her heart filled with the warmth of home and a longing for tomorrow.

In her dream, Chu Qiao saw herself walking along a path filled with flowers, surrounded by lush trees and the sound of birdsong. She was wearing a light dress, her steps light and her heart cheerful. At the end of the path, she saw a beautiful garden filled with a variety of flowers, vibrant in color and fragrant in aroma.

In the center of the garden stood a small pavilion. Bo Zhengting stood there, smiling and waving at her. Chu Qiao quickened her pace and walked toward him. They sat together in the pavilion, enjoying the fragrance of the flowers and the tranquility. Chu Qiao felt a peace and joy she had never felt before. She knew that this dream was her deepest longing for a better life.

In the early morning, the soft sunlight, like a touch of magic, gently penetrated the thin curtains, like a pair of delicate hands, gently yet firmly awakening Chu Qiao from her slumber. She slowly opened her clear eyes, as clear as autumn water, and squinted slightly, as if still savoring the beauty of a dream. Then, she stretched lazily, her slender waist swaying like a soft willow branch, each joint making a crisp sound, as if telling of a night of comfort and tranquility. At this moment, she felt her whole body filled with strength, her spirit reaching an unprecedented state of fullness, like a star about to burst into light.

She slowly straightened up, her movements gentle and graceful, like a lazy cat. Then, she slowly reached out to the dress beside her. It lay there quietly, as if enchanted, with a hint of mystery. The moment her fingers touched the dress, it felt as if an electric current passed through her fingertips, causing her to startle slightly.

Then, she gently grasped the edge of the clothes, and the clothes seemed to come alive and slid down in her hands obediently, like a flexible ribbon, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and finally falling gently to the ground.

She carefully picked up the elegant dress. Its material was so delicate it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it, smooth as silk, and shimmered softly in the sunlight. She pressed the dress close to her face, feeling the coolness seeping into her skin, calming her heart. The elegant color was like a small flower blooming in the mountains, exuding a fresh fragrance that was intoxicating.

Chu Qiao sat quietly at the dining table, surrounded by her family, laughter and joy filling the air. They discussed the mundane details of daily life, sharing life's joys and sorrows, each detail imbued with deep family affection. Chu Qiao watched their smiles, feeling an inexplicable surge of emotion. She knew this happiness was so precious, the thing she cherished most in this world. No matter how tumultuous and complex the outside world, home remained her spiritual haven, a solid foundation she could rely on.

After breakfast, Chu Qiao's heart was filled with anticipation. She decided to fulfill a plan she had made the night before—a trip to the bookstore. She carefully selected a lightweight dress that hugged her curves, making her look both comfortable and stylish. She strapped on her small backpack, which, though small, carried her thirst for knowledge and her love of writing. She waved goodbye to her parents, a determined glint in her eyes. Deep down, reading and writing novels were her greatest joy and a vital way to pursue her dreams.

"Be careful on the road and come back early." Chu Qiao's mother reminded her worriedly, her eyes full of concern.

"Don't worry, Mom. I will," Chu Qiao replied with a smile that warmed her mother's heart like a ray of sunshine. Then, with brisk steps, she walked out of the house and headed towards the bookstore. Her footsteps left a trail of crisp, clear steps, as if expressing her yearning for and exploration of the unknown world.

The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze was blowing. Chu Qiao walked towards the bookstore, feeling relaxed and happy. She was looking forward to finding the book that would touch her heart, and also looking forward to continuing to explore and discover more beauty in this new world.

Chu Qiao walked briskly along the familiar street. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows. Her mood was like the bright morning, full of hope and vitality.

She walked through the bustling morning market, where vendors enthusiastically hawked fresh fruits and vegetables, the air thick with the aroma of all sorts of food. Chu Qiao smiled and greeted the vendors, who responded with friendly affection. This simple human interaction warmed her heart and made her cherish every little bit of this new world even more.

Soon, Chu Qiao arrived at the bookstore. It wasn't large, but it was elegantly decorated, with recommended books and exquisite decorations displayed in the window. She pushed open the door, and a faint scent of books greeted her, instantly calming her.

The interior of the bookstore was warm and orderly, with shelves filled with a wide variety of books, from classic literature to modern novels, from popular science books to art albums. Chu Qiao's eyes wandered between the shelves. She loved the feeling of being surrounded by books, as if each book was a world waiting to be explored.

She gently stroked the spines of the books, feeling the texture of the paper, and finally stopped in the literature section. Chu Qiao pulled out a book she had been wanting to read, settled into a reading chair by the window, and began to immerse herself in the story. The sunlight filtered through the window onto the pages, adding a touch of warmth to her literary journey.

Time slipped by as she flipped through the pages of the book. Chu Qiao was completely immersed in the world of the book. It wasn't until her stomach made a slight protest that she realized it was already noon. She closed the book, smiled contentedly, and decided to go to a nearby cafe for a bite to eat.

Chu Qiao walked into the cafe and ordered a latte and a sandwich. She found a seat by the window and continued to read the book she was reading while enjoying her lunch. Soft music played in the cafe, and people were chatting in low voices. The atmosphere was peaceful and comfortable.

After lunch, Chu Qiao decided to continue her exploration. She returned to the bookstore, this time aiming to find books about the history and culture of this world. She wanted to gain a deeper understanding of this world so she could better integrate into it.

In a corner of the bookstore, Chu Qiao discovered a book about the history of this world. The cover was simple yet elegant. She picked it up, opened the first page, and began to read. The book detailed the development of this world, from ancient times to the present day, and every important historical event was described in detail.

Chu Qiao felt as if she had traveled through time and space, conversing with great figures in history and feeling the changes of history. Her understanding of the world became deeper, and she fell in love with this place full of stories and legends even more.

As the sun set, Chu Qiao left the bookstore, feeling incredibly fulfilled. She clutched several new books, her heart filled with anticipation for the future. She knew these books would accompany her through many wonderful years and help her better understand and enjoy life in this new world.

Chu Qiao set out on her journey home, her heart filled with gratitude and happiness. She was grateful for everything this new world had given her, and for the companionship of her family and friends. She looked forward to tomorrow, to continuing to explore and grow in this new world.

Chu Qiao's steps were brisk and firm. The new book in her hand seemed like the spoils of her adventure today, making her feel extremely excited. The streets gradually became more crowded, people hurried home after get off work, while she walked leisurely on her way home, carrying the day's harvest.

The setting sun cast a golden glow over her figure. Chu Qiao looked up at the sky, its fading colors reminiscent of the magnificent scenes described in books. She couldn't help but wonder if those great men in history had also pondered the fate and future of humanity under such a sunset.

She passed by a flower shop and was attracted by the blooming flowers inside. Chu Qiao decided to buy a bouquet to take home as a small surprise for her family. She chose a colorful bouquet, and the fragrance of the flowers made her even more cheerful.

When Chu Qiao returned home, her parents had already asked the servants to prepare dinner. Seeing her return, they smiled with relief. Chu Qiao handed the bouquet to her mother, whose eyes sparkled with surprise and emotion.

"Baby, you are so thoughtful." Chu Qiao's mother took the bouquet and kissed her forehead gently.

Dinner was a hearty home-cooked meal. Chu Qiao and her parents sat around the table, sharing their experiences of the day. Chu Qiao recounted her discoveries in the bookstore and her leisurely time in the cafe. Her parents listened with rapt interest, occasionally letting out a knowing laugh.