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Zhi Qiu transmigrated into a yuri ABO novel as the charismatic, experienced-with-Omegas Scumbag Alpha. She was naturally reserved and taciturn, but thankfully, knowing the plot kept her from making mistakes.
In the novel, the Scumbag Alpha used sweet words to capture the heroine’s heart, but then cheated, eventually marrying a wealthy socialite in a marriage alliance and abandoning her “poor wife.”
Zhi Qiu had always looked forward to the day the heroine would grow up and fiercely slap her in the face. Yet, right up until the wedding day, the heroine never became blackened. Instead, because Zhi Qiu was marrying someone else, the heroine jumped into the sea to commit suicide as a sacrifice of love.
After Rebirth.
Zhi Qiu: How worthy am I to be loved like this? To hell with the plot! I must protect the best heroine in the world!
The late-arriving Truth System: You said that yourself.
During a domestic design competition, the heroine, enduring the judges’ intentional targeting, bowed her head with forbearance.
Zhi Qiu: I have already invited an international design master overnight! I will definitely get justice for her!
The Truth System: That’s too slow.
Thus, with the effort of the Truth System, the Zhi Qiu, who couldn’t bear to see her wife bullied, pointed at the domestic designers’ faces and erupted in a barrage of insults, spewing out everything in her heart: “You backward fossil, do you even understand art? A person who got their position through connections dares to talk blindly about fashion? Look at that big red flower you have on your head—it’s utterly tacky! I’m telling you, my wife is going to be the most famous international designer. Who are you to be running your mouth here?”
Bystanders: We’re eating melon (gossiping), but she really loves her!
The Designer who was being insulted: Although it’s a retro-Republic-era carving, I dare not speak.
In the midst of the insults, there were bystanders eating melon, designers who dared not make a sound, a jealous “white moonlight,” and Ruan Ye, who was wiping away her tears and starting to smile.
Years later, a reporter interviewed the national-treasure-level designer, Ruan Ye. The gentle woman and her quiet, reserved lover looked at each other with deep affection: “I lived in an abyss during my childhood. I want to thank my wife. She gave me endless strength and the courage to fight against the pain of the past. I love her more than life itself.”
