Abused Female Lead - chapter 1
Wang Jingjing died very tragically. As an unknown internet writer, Wang Jingjing had a heroic spirit which was rare in modern people.
Wang Jingjing wrapped a cheap shawl around herself and went downstairs to buy delicious instant noodles. As she walked through a small alley, Wang Jingjing saw a bad boy holding a dagger and pointing at a young girl. This behavior was very vulgar.
Wang Jingjing got courageous, pushed her golden glasses frame, and coughed a little, “Young man, let go of that girl.”
As soon as the words were spoken, Wang Jingjing felt her tone was very wrong. But as an online writer who wrote 2B novels, it was understandable that she could say such things at this moment. (2B: Bad language)
The wretched boy glanced at Wang Jingjing and said coldly, “Go-“
Wang Jingjing was stunned for a while. It was necessary to teach this little boy, “Child go home and sleep early. Robbing a good women in the middle of the night was not something that should be done by a teenager. Does it make you look domineering? You’re wrong! You are hypocritical… Hey little fart, what’s wrong with you? Hurry up and let the girl go! Hurry! Or else I will- — ”
Before Wang Jingjing’s words were finished, a dagger came straight into her heart from the sky…
Kids these days couldn’t even accept getting lectured. Why did he throw the knife over? It inserted into her heart … Gee … His aim was so accurate! His strength wasn’t ordinary!
On the second day, she was on the news headline, ‘A female corpse was found in an alley!’
Wang Jingjing died during a heroic rescue but no one knew how she died. The police closed Wang Jingjing’s case in the name of suicide.
The night breeze in spring was extremely cold, and it rained heavily. The gust of wind mixed with rain hit Wang Xiaoxiao’s body while soaking her thin shirt. She clutched her abdomen and tried her best to climb up slowly on the sticky yellow muddy soil. The blood leaking from her body was mixed with the dark yellow soil. After a while, it was washed away by the rain.
Wang Xiaoxiao was like a homeless kitten. She crawled pitifully over the gravel road where she rested her hands, crawled over the thorny grass and finally climbed up to be cleaned by the rain on Baiyou Road.
In the storm, a black car stopped.
The dazzling car lights shone on her and she stared at the direction of the light source with great fear. When she saw Li Chen’s blurred figure, she released her hands which were covering her lower abdomen.
Boom ~ A thunder flashed through ~ At that time, the soul was replaced.
When the cold rainwater soaked Wang Jingjing’s body, she reacted. The cold rainwater was definitely not an illusion! She stared at the surrounding scene, the rain was pouring in the wild countryside …
And also, didn’t she die with a dagger in her heart and lost too much blood? Where was this place? Was this hell?
Oh! Please no!
In her last life, she had been writing novels all the time! Even though January’s income was only a few cents, she felt extremely satisfied. She was a diligent online writer.
Since ancient times, writers had been so poor. It turned out that this was true.
Wang Jingjing lifted her bloody hands and looked at herself with the car’s lights. She propped herself up and looked at her painful belly.
Injuries, pain in the lower abdomen, inability to climb, heavy rain … and dark scenes in the wilderness … It resembled the opening of the sad novel written by her.
When Li Chen came over to hug her, she had a very bad headache. She … must be dreaming, yes, she must have gone insane due to writing novels.
Yes, it must be.
But the pain in her whole body coupled with the rain hitting her and the kind of bitter cold … was too real, definitely not an illusion as she thought.
Even with schizophrenia, it couldn’t be such a real hallucination.
A thought flashed through Wang Jingjing’s head. She was lucky to be born again.
Like all rebirth novels, she was reborn, but only to another girl.
Li Chen carried her bloody body and drove in the car in the rain.
Li Chen shouted, “Xiaoxiao! You will be fine!”
Wang Jingjing narrowed her eyes and stared at the back of the man’s head, ‘Brother, who are you?’
“Wang Xiaoxiao! You stay awake for me!” The man shouted at the crossroads.
Wang Jingjing heard the word ‘Wang Xiaoxiao’, which happened to be the name of the female lead in the sad novel she wrote.
Haha, what a coincidence …
What a coincidence …
The man dialed a number on his phone, “Hey? Uncle Wang? This is Li Chen, you arrange for a doctor to prepare for an operation immediately! My car will immediately drive there!”
Li Chen? It happened to be Wang Jingjing’s sad novel’s male lead …
Haha, what a coincidence …
Wang Jingjing froze for two seconds. After two seconds, her expression turned completely rigid …
Her face was even more distorted, and it was even more painful.
The hell! Even if she was reborn, how could she be reborn into her own novel? It could be another novel! This was abuse! It was a cruel novel!
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Sl
Lol. Being a novelist is not easy. Can’t let your imagination runs too wild or you end up reborn in your book. But if its and erotica , will she reborn to that? Lol . Thank you for the new novel.
BoredMonster
Person: Dies from a knife to the chest
Police:…..it’s a suicide.
– Why does it feel like she interrupted a novel’s plot and suffered because of it.
Sathiavani
I only have 1 thing to say, serve you right for writing a cruel novel…now, you’re in it!!!
Seafall
LMAO. This is why it’s hard to be an author…
Eiram Adeirf
Uh wot?