The host ruthlessly crushes scum in the small world

My name is Bai Qingqing. I was once a princess, but I'm no longer one. I became the princess of a fallen kingdom. The girl I knew died in my arms during this war. In the end, I think I died too, but I ended up living in the body of another girl with the same name as me. Before I could adjust, I could only live according to the original memories of this body. Then I met her again. She seemed different from the one I knew. I was bumped into. The milk tea was originally going to spill on a girl next to her, but she helped. She was still as kind as ever. When I saw her get burned, I was anxious to explain. But then the boy who had helped me before appeared. He was blaming her, but I didn't need his help at all.

I really wanted to talk to her, so I chased after her and apologized, just to say a few more words. But I found that she was different. I knew that the boy was engaged to her, and I didn't want her to get married, so I talked to the boy and said some things that were not good for her. I don't know if this was right or wrong. I only know that if I did this, the boy would not like her anymore. Maybe I will have a chance?

The next day, I saw a man escorting her and a girl who seemed to be her friend to school. I went over and stopped her, wanting her to look at me, but she quickly left. Then I saw the boy from yesterday. I've been in this world for quite a while now, and I'm learning very quickly, so I searched my memory for the word "white lotus."

I immediately realized I should pretend to fall. That way, the guy would definitely think she was bad, and he wouldn't like her anymore. But even if she was bad, I'd still be with her, so I don't care about her reputation.

But it seemed I realized she didn't like that boy, and then she left angrily. Later, the boy came to comfort me, but I really didn't want to talk to him, so I made an excuse and left. Time passed quickly, and I gradually adapted to life here. I also lived according to the rhythm of this body. This body's family wasn't wealthy, but my parents were very kind, and I experienced the feeling of family affection again. The only downside was that I rarely had the opportunity to see her.

Once, I was working part-time at a bar when the bar owner told me someone had asked me to deliver drinks to a private room. After I went there, I was forced to drink a glass of wine. I felt a little dizzy, and the man came over and tried to touch me. At that moment, someone opened the door. After the effects of the drug wore off, the same man from before stood in front of me. He then took out a video and said that she had contacted him because she was jealous of me and jealous that I was talking to him.

At the time, I didn't understand why she was like this. Would she really do something like this for a guy? I started to wonder if it was because she really liked him. If she really liked him, I could give up, as long as she was happy. Later, the guy asked me to help him drug her. I didn't agree at first, but he kept persuading me, telling me how much she liked him and how much he liked her too. In the end, I agreed.

Since she liked it, I guess I helped her in a way. I would always stay by her side, no matter what. But later, she found out and uncovered the truth. That's when I realized she wasn't herself anymore. She wouldn't be so vigilant, wouldn't plan everything out in advance. Otherwise, she wouldn't have died so tragically in her previous life.

I realized she wasn't her. From the moment she died in my arms, she was gone. I started studying, I needed to focus all my energy on other things before I could truly believe she wasn't her anymore.

Later, I became a famous designer. My previous assistant left, and I hired a new one—a very outgoing and sunny girl...