As Shi Jiaojiao drove along the winding mountain road, she couldn’t help but want to bite down on the steering wheel. Writing nonsense may be fun, but living through it is pure hell.
Originally, the plot that followed was meant to see her original body hire thugs to beat Zhuo Wenshu to death. Since she had now taken over the body, as long as she avoided following that path, everything should be fine. However, Zhuo Wenshu, after surviving years in prison, was not someone who could be easily killed by a few hired goons. The deranged author (herself) had cooked up an even more insane plot to justify his eventual death.
It was only during her conversation with Shi Yuecheng about Zhuo Wenshu’s mother that Shi Jiaojiao remembered the grim details.
Zhuo Wenshu, after being released from prison, had no legitimate way to earn money. His mother, staying in a nursing home, needed a large sum for her care. But with a criminal record and a blind eye, no one would hire him. His life had lost all color the moment he went to prison, and the only ways left for him to make money were dangerous, illegal ones.
These jobs could be summed up in two words: playing with death.
That was all he could do—put his life on the line. As long as he won, whether or not he could get up again didn’t matter; he would earn the money.
Before the original character hired the thugs to find him, Zhuo Wenshu had already been in a serious motorcycle accident, leaving him half-dead. That’s why the plot eventually allowed for him to be easily beaten to death. He had barely dragged himself out of death’s grip, paid for his mother’s hospital fees, and was leaving the nursing home when he was cornered and beaten until his internal organs bled. On top of that, the police raided the illegal street racing event he was participating in, and the next day, news of his fatal crash was broadcast everywhere, including footage from the race. By then, there wasn’t even a need for the original character to lift a finger—he was convicted posthumously of reckless driving that led to his death.
A true tragedy of epic proportions.
Shi Jiaojiao tugged at her hair in frustration. Now she just hoped she could reach him in time to stop him from racing.
Her phone rang as she sped along the road, and when she glanced at the screen, she was momentarily stunned by the caller ID—Dear Husband. Without bothering to answer, she tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and let it ring.
She arrived at the mountain road and located the illegal racing spot, but was immediately stopped from getting too close. The road was treacherous, with worn-out guardrails that had long been deemed unsafe. Traffic had been prohibited for years, but only these adrenaline-junkie idiots would seek “thrills” on the edge of life and death.
Two burly men stood in her way. Shi Jiaojiao parked by the roadside and, after rolling her eyes, fished out some cash. She fiddled with the money for a moment before rolling down the window with a smile.
“Big brothers, could you help me? I’m looking for someone,” she said sweetly, extending a thick wad of folded bills, enough to catch the men’s attention.
Faced with someone who knew the rules of the game, it wasn’t long before Shi Jiaojiao was allowed to follow them inside. Though she wasn’t permitted to bring her car, she stumbled along in her high heels, the uneven terrain making every step a challenge. As she struggled across the track, a dozen roaring motorcycles zoomed past, forcing her to cover her mouth from the dust they kicked up.
Once she reached the racing grounds, she saw a fierce, pockmarked man in charge of the area. Shi Jiaojiao handed him an even thicker wad of cash, prompting him to raise his eyelids and croak in a voice that sounded like he had something stuck in his throat, “Who are you looking for?”
“Zhuo Wenshu. Bald head, just got out of prison. He’s my husband,” Shi Jiaojiao said.
As they spoke, a group of people came bustling in, excitedly discussing the dangerous curves on the mountain road. The pockmarked man pocketed the money and gestured with his chin toward the entrance behind Shi Jiaojiao. “That guy?”
Shi Jiaojiao turned and saw Zhuo Wenshu in a racing suit, holding his helmet, limping behind the crowd. The side of his racing pants was torn, revealing a bloodied leg—seriously injured.
She rushed over to him, grabbing his arm. “Husband!”
Zhuo Wenshu froze at the sound of her voice. Seeing it was her, his face darkened. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to take you home, husband!” Shi Jiaojiao clung to his arm. “I’ve already taken care of the issue with your mom. Come home with me.” Otherwise, today’s injuries would be the least of his problems.
“Get lost!” Zhuo Wenshu shoved her away. Wearing high heels, Shi Jiaojiao stumbled several steps back and was only saved from a nasty fall by someone catching her. When she turned to thank them, she was startled to see none other than Dan Qin, his face just as grim as Zhuo Wenshu’s.
Several of the people who had attended the wedding with him were there too. After their initial shock wore off, one of them whistled mockingly. “Well, if it isn’t the second miss of the Shi family…”
Before the jeering comment could be finished, Shi Jiaojiao pretended not to hear and turned back to Zhuo Wenshu, reaching for his hand again and speaking softly, “Wenshu, I’ve really solved everything. Your leg is injured—let’s go home.”
By now, all the men in the room were watching them. Zhuo Wenshu threw her hand aside again, just as the pockmarked man spoke up. “Girl, that’s not how things work here. Your man signed a contract—he can’t leave without finishing three races tonight.”
Shi Jiaojiao cursed herself for creating such absurd plot devices. She knew the contract was a death waiver—he couldn’t leave unless he completed all three races, or unless he was lying down on a stretcher.
Don’t ask why such ridiculous rules existed in a lawful society—it was just bad writing.
“Can we pay our way out?” Shi Jiaojiao tried negotiating. “We’ll pay double.”
If Zhuo Wenshu completed the races, he would end up gravely injured. Even if she had altered the part of the plot where he was beaten to death, it would be nearly impossible to deal with the fallout of his injuries. If he died, she’d have to restart again. She couldn’t take that risk.
The pockmarked man didn’t even blink. Clearly, that wasn’t an option. Shi Jiaojiao upped her offer. “Triple. My family has an emergency, and he’s already hurt. If something happens to him, it’ll be hard to explain to the police.”
“You’d better watch your mouth!” the pockmarked man snapped. These illegal operations thrived on discretion. Mentioning the police was a big no-no. “Who the hell let this woman in? Get her out of here!”
Shi Jiaojiao wasn’t afraid of anyone in this world, except for Zhuo Wenshu, who was crucial to her survival. She immediately pulled out her phone and dialed 110, China’s emergency services.
“Hello, police? I’d like to report an illegal rac—”
Before she could finish, the pockmarked man lunged forward, grabbing her phone and raising his hand to strike her.
“Go ahead and hit me!” Shi Jiaojiao pointed to Dan Qin, who had been watching the whole scene. “You know the Qin family, right? That’s Dan Qin, my ex-husband. You know who I am. If you don’t kill me today, I swear you’re done for.”
Shi Jiaojiao had no shame left and was more than willing to use whatever leverage she had. Dan Qin was a big name in Yunshan City—a domineering CEO she had designed to be nearly untouchable.
Of course, the fact that he had become a laughingstock overnight due to the public cancellation of their wedding had spread like wildfire.
The mention of being the woman who had dared to humiliate Dan Qin silenced the room. Everyone paused, staring at her in disbelief. Dan Qin, who had already become the city’s biggest joke, had come here to blow off steam. Instead, he now found himself face-to-face with the very woman who had publicly disgraced him.
His face flushed with rage, and he ground out through clenched teeth, “Shi Jiaojiao!”
Shi Jiaojiao didn’t even bother to look back at him. “If you don’t let him go, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
The pockmarked man hesitated, not daring to actually hit her. But he wasn’t about to back down either. He motioned for his men to throw her out. Just as they moved in, Shi Jiaojiao began reciting a list of underground activities—”Lishan cliff expeditions, chained racing at Qingyun Path…”
Each location she named made the pockmarked man’s face pale a little more. These were all high-stakes, illegal events his crew had organized. Two of them were even still in the planning stages. How did she know?!
Seeing that her words were finally getting through, Shi Jiaojiao prepared to push her advantage, but before she could, the roar of engines filled the air again.
The pockmarked man glanced at the track, his smile turning wicked. “Little miss, looks like your husband doesn’t listen to you.”
Shi Jiaojiao hadn’t noticed when Zhuo Wenshu slipped away. Realizing what was happening, she sprinted toward the starting line, but all she managed to do was inhale a faceful of dust as the motorcycles sped off.
Wiping her face with frustration, she stood at the starting line, desperately trying to recall which part of the race Zhuo Wenshu would be injured in.
The original story didn’t go into much detail—it only described how he crashed, was left unnoticed, and was eventually revived by the cold rain.
Glancing up at the now-gathering storm clouds, Shi Jiaojiao, for the first time, deeply regretted her own writing choices.
Just as she was lost in thought, someone grabbed her wrist. Dan Qin, his jaw clenched, dragged her toward a small grove of trees nearby.
Shi Jiaojiao had no time for his nonsense. She shook him off and headed back toward the pockmarked man, hoping to convince him to stop the race before Zhuo Wenshu got injured. If she could just buy some time, they could call off the third race.
“Stop right there!” Dan Qin shouted from behind her, grabbing her by the shoulder. “Don’t you owe me an explanation? I’m the laughingstock of all Yunshan!”
“I don’t have time for this right now. Let go!” Shi Jiaojiao shook him off again and sprinted toward the main building.
Dan Qin, having already lost face, wasn’t about to let her go that easily. “Why are you treating me like this?!”
He yanked her back so hard she stumbled and fell to the ground. Shi Jiaojiao’s expression darkened instantly. She could tolerate Zhuo Wenshu throwing her around—he was her mission target, and she had no choice but to put up with it.
But Dan Qin?
Her face turned so cold it nearly dropped to her feet. Dan Qin instinctively loosened his grip, startled by her sudden change in demeanor. A group of his cronies had already gathered around, casually forming a circle around Shi Jiaojiao.
Seeing the scene before her, Shi Jiaojiao let out a bitter laugh and turned back to Dan Qin. “I was going to let you keep a bit of dignity, but since you don’t want it, we might as well make things ugly.”
“Why didn’t you answer my calls, Shi Jiaojiao? You’ve made such a mess, don’t you owe me an explanation?” Dan Qin, blessed with the looks of a male lead, cut a dramatic figure. Even in his fury, he was breathtaking.
But Shi Jiaojiao, the author herself, had no time to care about her “son’s” handsome face. She was fighting for her life and needed to end this quickly.
She looked him dead in the eye and said flatly, “You want to know why I did this? Fine. Three days before the wedding, at Shihua Bar, how was screwing my sister? Was it good?”