Pretty and charming, dressed in the 90s, she's good at everything from making money to causing

In the dead of winter, a man and a woman stood facing each other in the northwest wind.

"Lin Ting, I can be your boyfriend, but you have to understand that the person I like is Zheng Miaoying. I'm only with you temporarily to spite her. Don't have any illusions about the future."

"..."

Lin didn't answer, not because she was sad, but because she was stunned.

One second she'd just secured Series B funding and was grinning as she counted her money, and the next she'd found herself in a snowy field with howling northwest winds, listening to a man, frozen like a grandson, spouting nonsense.

At the same time, a memory that didn't belong to her crept into her mind.

She transmigrated into a romance novel set in the 1990s, where everyone was obsessed with romance, and became the first female supporting character, who shared the same name as her.

She is the glue that holds the male and female leads together, the misunderstanding generator, and the legal expert with a short-circuited brain.

she……

She toasted the author with two glasses of wine, one to death, and the other also to death.

Lin Ting took a deep breath of the minus twenty degree Celsius air and pinched her palms to calm herself down.

Stay calm, stay calm...

She's a true CEO who, after losing both her parents at twenty, built her family's small factory into a Series B funding round in eight years. How could she possibly lose to these love-obsessed guys?

"You may not come to me without my permission, and you may not hold my hand..."

The talkative man was still babbling on and on.

He is Chen Jun, the male protagonist of the novel. As his name suggests, he is good-looking but useless. He can spot the loopholes in his rival's financial statements with just a glance. His entrepreneurial history is like a fantasy novel.

Lin Ting's thoughts were interrupted by the noise, and when she looked up, she saw the pink love letter being held between two fingers.

love letter?

Something seems... off...

Lin Ting's pupils dilated violently, and his palms sweated profusely.

This is the middle of the novel. After the male and female protagonists have gone through eighty-one rounds of arguing and making up, arguing again and making up again, the brainless male protagonist has the wronged female supporting character who takes the opportunity to confess her feelings pretend to be his girlfriend to provoke the female protagonist.

Two hours and thirty-two minutes later, the male and female protagonists will reconcile once again.

The male protagonist felt that his brief "relationship" with the female supporting character made him unclean, so he used love letters as evidence to send this wronged woman to prison for 250 years on the grounds of being a hooligan.

With this, the first childhood sweetheart female supporting character is completely gone, and the second white moonlight female supporting character is online.

Lin Ting rubbed her face.

Although she eats a variety of foods, stays up late and wakes up late, and is habitually sarcastic and loses merit...

But she really doesn't deserve this.

"Lin Ting, did you hear me? If you don't speak, I'll take that as a yes."

After waiting for a while without receiving a reply from Lin Ting, Chen Jun frowned impatiently and looked at Lin Ting with the aloofness typical of a romance novel hero.

Lin Ting suddenly came to her senses, snatched the love letter back from Chen Jun's hand, tore it into pieces, crumpled it up, and stuffed it into her pocket.

"I disagree!"

"What did you say?"

Chen Jun was stunned and couldn't believe his ears.

Lin Ting, who had always obeyed him, would actually say "no" to him?

Has she suddenly gone mad?

Lin Ting's eyes were exceptionally firm. She took a deep breath and said, "Chen Jun, to be honest, I've never liked you at all!"

Lin Ting gave Chen Jun no chance to think, wearing a sincere expression, one hand clutching a fragment of the love letter in her pocket, the other patting his shoulder repeatedly in frustration:

"As your childhood friend, I was just worried that you wouldn't see the true meaning of love, so I forced myself to pretend to like you—now that you've seen your own heart clearly and are certain that you only love Zheng Miaoying in this life, then my mission is over!"

Chen Jun grimaced and dodged Lin Ting's claws, his eyes darting around.

She had followed him around like a little tail since the day she was born for eighteen years, and then pursued him in all sorts of ways for half a year.

Now she says that her previous act of going to her death was to help him understand the true meaning of love?

She, she...

She didn't suddenly go crazy; she's never been normal.

Chen Jun looked at Lin Ting with an expression that was three parts doubt, four parts wariness, and ninety-three parts like he was about to freeze to death, and silently took a step back.

"You..." Chen Jun looked Lin Ting up and down warily, as if she were a lunatic. "You really don't want to be my girlfriend?"

Lin Ting rolled her eyes to the sky: "Dating? I'd rather raise a dog."

Dating him?

How unlucky!

Chen Jun remained silent, his gaze gradually shifting from confusion to determination: "I understand, this is another of your new tricks, isn't it? Heh, a strategic retreat?"

Lin Ting: "...?"

Are all male protagonists in romance novels supposed to be mute and deaf?

They were even harder to communicate with than the client.

Lin Ting subconsciously clenched her fists to prevent herself from losing control of her anger and slapping him.

As everyone knows, the male lead can't be hit unless she wants to.

Her hand was poked by a hard object.

Lin Ting was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what it was, she instantly felt like an idiot.

She's already taken back the love letters that were evidence, so why waste her breath arguing with him?

Lin Ting decisively threw out a "Believe it or not" and then turned and left.

The northwest wind carried Chen Jun's powerless, furious shout:

"Lin Ting! Today is your only chance!"

"If you dare leave, I won't even give you a chance to play along!"

Lin Ting rubbed her ears.

It sounds like I can hear a ghost howling.

unlucky.

With her hands in her pockets, she walked through the snow-covered landscape, casually stuffing the death warrant into the oven of the uncle selling roasted corn by the roadside.

The flames swallowed the love letter.

To preserve Lin Ting's innocence and life.

In temperatures of minus twenty degrees Celsius, the biting northwest wind lashed her face, and the dull pain reminded her that this was not a dream.

She really did transmigrate into the book.

and so--

She had to keep this a secret; she absolutely couldn't let anyone else know that she had confessed her feelings to Chen Jun...

"Girl, are you angry with your boyfriend?"

The man cracking open sunflower seeds cracked them open, his eyes blazing with gossip.

Lin Ting: "...?"

Why are there eyewitnesses?

Beside the stall, a young man wearing a black down jacket, who was eight hundred times more handsome than Chen Jun, was also looking at Lin Ting.

His face was expressionless, and his eyes were devoid of emotion; he looked extremely aloof—if he weren't holding a half-eaten roasted corn cob in his hand.

Lin Ting: "..."

The eyewitnesses even came in a group!

Thinking about the wronged female supporting character's fate of spending her life in prison and Chen Jun's unknown revenge, Lin Ting swallowed hard.

"I swear on your lives that I have absolutely nothing to do with him!"

There's no way she'd admit it. What if Chen Jun had a brain fart and made them both witnesses, and then she'd be in trouble?

Lin Ting glanced at the two eyewitnesses, then at the blazing fire in the stove.

As Lu Xun said, only the dead can keep secrets forever.