Chapter 2 Who I Really Am
My name was Su He.
I had come to this world to complete a mission.
According to the script, I was supposed to play the Vicious Supporting Female.
I was meant to provoke the male and female leads constantly, do awful, stupid things.
Instead, I got carried away.
One careless night, I slept with the male lead, Song Jin Nian.
After that, the cold, abstinent Beijing Power Holder clung to me like a damp ghost.
I couldn’t shake him.
The System checked my progress from time to time.
When it saw me and the male lead tangled in the same bed, burning hot,
and the usually restrained man wearing my lace panties around his neck,
the System let out a piercing screech.
“Host, what the hell are you doing!!! That’s the male lead!!”
To fix the emergency, the System told me to act even more vicious, make him hate me.
When it came back again,
I was whipping the man kneeling on the floor.
His expression was patient, but his eyes were full of love and possession.
“Baby, does your hand hurt? You can switch to the other one.”
The System: “......”
Things kept getting worse.
The System got serious.
“Host, you have to leave the male lead. Only when the male and female leads are together can you complete the task and return to your original world.”
I tried everything to make Song Jin Nian hate me.
But he was like a pervert.
His feelings only grew stronger.
Since I couldn’t separate our emotions, I tried physical distance.
I ran.
Every single time, he caught me and brought me back.
Now, with his amnesia and divorce offer,
maybe the heavens were finally giving me an opening.
...
The System had said that anything I owned in this world—money included—could come with me once the task was done.
So the next morning, I started packing my things in the huge villa.
I hadn’t realized how much stuff was mine until I began.
Before I moved in, Song Jin Nian had been a minimalist.
The villa had been all cold, sterile decor.
Nothing beyond necessities—no decorative pieces, nothing to warm the soul.
A perfect model home.
I loved quirky little things.
I loved plants.
The once-empty villa had become cozy, exactly how I liked it.
I was sentimental. I wanted to take everything.
I huffed and puffed while packing.
But many of my favorite items had been put away by Song Jin Nian himself.
I couldn’t find them.
After thinking it over, I texted him.
“Hello.”
No reply for a long time.
I sent another.
“Just wondering—have you remembered anything?”
Too lazy to type, I sent a voice message.
“I can’t find that pink pearl necklace at home. You were always the one who put it away. Do you still remember where?”
Half an hour passed.
Just when I thought he wouldn’t answer, my phone buzzed.
Song Jin Nian: “Second drawer, left side of the study bookcase.”
I actually found it.
Me: “You remembered?!”
Him: “I’m just sensitive to where things go. I vaguely recall… Your voice is different from what I imagined.”
I quickly listed everything else I couldn’t find.
Miraculously, he knew where all of it was.
I sent a thank-you sticker.
Him: “I just didn’t want to refuse when I heard your voice.”
When he learned I was packing to move out,
he went quiet for a moment.
“This villa will be transferred to your name. No need to move.”
I took a deep, touched breath.
Even with amnesia, Song Jin Nian was still this generous.
This location was impossible to buy with money alone.
I hurried to butter him up.
I sent voice messages praising him nonstop, no repeats.
Finally, I summed it up.
“My taste is impeccable. You really are the best man in the world~”
Read. No reply again.
The amnesiac Song Jin Nian had turned especially cold.
Had he gone back to being that workaholic demon?
After I put everything back, a new message popped up.
“Did you used to act cute with me like this too?”
The next second,
it was recalled.