Title: Transmigrated as the Doomed Fake Heiress: The System Demands I Slap Faces!
CHAPTER 1: THE TASTE OF BLOOD AND IRON
SMACK!
The force of the blow threw me entirely off my feet. I crashed hard into a tower of crystal champagne flutes. A deafening cascade of shattering glass echoed through the grand, gilded ballroom, followed immediately by the horrified gasps of a hundred high-society guests.
I lay on the cold marble floor, the sharp edges of broken crystal biting into my bare shoulders. My ears rang violently. The metallic, coppery taste of blood flooded my mouth.
What the hell?
I blinked through the dizzying pain, my vision struggling to focus on the towering figure standing over me. It was a man in a bespoke Italian suit, his handsome face contorted with absolute disgust. He was pulling a silk handkerchief from his breast pocket, wiping the hand he had just used to strike me as if my very skin was a contagion.
"You disgust me, Lin Xia," the man spat, his voice echoing in the sudden, suffocating silence of the ballroom. "To think I almost married you. Su Rou has been back in this family for barely a month, and you’re already trying to destroy her? Stealing her grandmother’s heirloom necklace to sell on the black market? You are a venomous snake."
Su Rou? Lin Xia? Heirloom necklace?
Suddenly, a massive, agonizing spike of pain drove through my skull. Memories that were not mine flooded my brain like a downloaded virus.
I wasn't in my modern apartment anymore. I had transmigrated.
I was currently inhabiting the body of Lin Xia, the tragic, brainless "fake heiress" cannon fodder of a ridiculously melodramatic trash novel I had read just last night: The Billionaire's Pure White Lotus.
In the novel, the original Lin Xia had lived her entire life as the pampered daughter of the Su family, only to discover at age twenty that she was switched at birth. The real heiress, Su Rou, was brought back from the slums. From that moment on, the original Lin Xia was stripped of everything—her parents’ love, her status, and her fiancé, the powerful CEO Gu Chen.
And this exact scene? This was the climax of the original Lin Xia’s miserable existence. Tonight was Su Rou’s welcome banquet. Su Rou had planted the fake heirloom necklace in Lin Xia's purse, and Gu Chen had "discovered" it. In the novel, the original Lin Xia wept, begged, and clung to Gu Chen’s pant legs, swearing her innocence. Her reward? Gu Chen had his bodyguards drag her into the hotel's freezing underground cellar, where she died of hypothermia and a broken heart before sunrise.
I looked up. Standing behind Gu Chen was Su Rou, the novel’s female lead. She wore a pristine white dress, her delicate hands covering her mouth as crystal tears rolled down her porcelain cheeks.
"Brother Chen, please, don't be too harsh on Xia-Xia," Su Rou sobbed, her voice trembling like a fragile leaf in the wind. "She’s just used to having the best things. It’s my fault. I shouldn't have brought the "Star of the Ocean" necklace out. I'm just a country girl... I don't deserve such nice things. Let her keep it."
Oh, vomit. The stench of high-grade green tea was practically radiating off her.
The crowd of elite socialites immediately began to murmur, their judgmental glares burning into me. "How shameless! The Su family raised her for twenty years, and this is how she repays them?" "Miss Su Rou is too kind. She’s the true bloodline, yet she’s begging for a thief!" "If I were CEO Gu, I would have broken her hands!"
Gu Chen wrapped a protective arm around Su Rou’s waist, glaring down at me like a god judging an insect. "Did you hear that, Lin Xia? Rou-Rou is still pleading for you. Surrender the necklace, kneel down, kowtow three times to apologize to her, and I will only have the police lock you away for ten years instead of twenty."
I slowly pushed myself up off the floor. The shards of glass fell from my dress. I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. The original Lin Xia would have been terrified right now. But me? I was furious.
Suddenly, a cold, mechanical voice echoed perfectly clearly inside the center of my mind.
[DING!] [Host’s consciousness has stabilized. The 'Cannon Fodder Face-Slapping System' is now online.] [Detecting massive levels of protagonist hypocrisy in the immediate vicinity. Mission Generated: Humiliate the White Lotus and the Scum CEO. Prove your innocence.] [Newbie Gift Pack Unlocked: 'God-Level Appraiser Eye' (Passive) and 1,000 Face-Slap Points.] [Would Host like to accept the mission? Penalty for failure: Immediate death by hypothermia.]
A bloody smile crept onto my lips. Oh, I was going to like this.
"Accept," I whispered in my mind.
I slowly stood to my full height, ignoring the stinging cuts on my skin. I reached into my clutch, which had fallen beside me, and pulled out the glittering, massive blue diamond necklace that Su Rou had planted there.
"Is this the priceless heirloom you're talking about?" I asked, my voice calm, projecting clearly across the dead-silent ballroom.
Gu Chen's eyes narrowed. "Put it down, Lin Xia. Don't taint it with your filthy hands."
"Filthy?" I laughed. It was a dark, mocking sound that made several guests flinch. "Gu Chen, you’re the CEO of a multi-billion dollar empire, yet you’re blind enough to think this piece of garbage is the 'Star of the Ocean'?"
[Activating God-Level Appraiser Eye.]
Instantly, glowing blue text appeared over the necklace in my hands. Item: Blue Glass & Zirconia Necklace. Origin: Yiwu Wholesale Market. Value: 45 RMB (Approx. $6.50 USD).
I didn't even hesitate. I raised the necklace high in the air, right in front of Gu Chen and Su Rou's widening eyes, and then I hurled it onto the marble floor.
I brought the heel of my stiletto down on the main "diamond" with all my weight.
CRACK.
The "priceless blue diamond" instantly shattered into a dozen cloudy, cheap blue shards, grinding into white powder beneath my shoe.
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