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The Stand-in's Revenge: Unveiling Love and Power
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Before I lost consciousness, the last scene before my eyes was the blinding headlights of an oncoming vehicle.
Then came the intense pain of my body being struck.
When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in a hospital bed.
Above me hung a luxurious crystal chandelier, and I was wrapped in a soft, comfortable down blanket. I struggled to sit up and looked around.
One word echoed in my mind—strange.
This was not my home, and the clothes I wore were not mine.
I wasn't even the same person anymore.
I stood barefoot on the cold floor, and the mirror reflected a new face—fair-skinned and beautiful, with delicate features and flawless skin that seemed almost fragile.
This body looked to be in its early twenties, six or seven years younger than my original age.
I was momentarily taken aback, my fingertips gently brushing against my cheek, only to touch the cold glass of the mirror.
Is this woman in the mirror really me?
Who am I?
Where am I?
Why am I here?
A series of questions exploded in my mind, leaving me somewhat dazed.
My last memory was finishing overtime at work, stepping outside the office, and waiting for the traffic light at the roadside when a large truck ran a red light and struck me.
Everything went dark, and when I opened my eyes again, I found myself here.
Could it be... that I've crossed over?
The thought suddenly popped into my head, startling even myself.
Although I've read many time-travel novels since childhood and have always been curious about this mysterious phenomenon, it felt unbelievable when it actually happened to me.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.
A few minutes later, I slowly opened my eyes again, finally gathering the courage to start contemplating my current situation.
First of all, if I really have crossed over, then who am I now?
I carefully recalled the memories in my mind. They were few, but enough for me to understand the current situation.
I have become a supporting female character in a romance novel, the substitute for Han Qingtian's white moonlight.
Han Qingtian is the male lead of this novel, coming from a prestigious family, cold-hearted, and a typical domineering CEO.
My identity is that of his "household servant."
Actually, calling myself a servant would be more accurate to say I am a slave.
Whatever Han Qingtian wants me to do, I must do it, with no human rights to speak of.
I must center everything around him and meet his standards of satisfaction without any dissent.
For example, right now, he has asked me to mimic Xu Lu's every move, even the smallest unintentional gesture must be identical.
Xu Lu was Han Qingtian's first love, his white moonlight, and his most cherished one.
Unfortunately, Xu Lu "passed away" a year ago, and I am the substitute he found.
What a cliché plotline.
I sighed as I looked at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, feeling a mix of emotions.
Although I am also called Ye Xinyao, I am no longer the ordinary thirty-year-old office worker Ye Xinyao.
The current Ye Xinyao is young and beautiful, always dressed in the latest designer clothes, living in an expensive villa, chauffeured in luxury cars when going out, and attended to by servants at home.
It seems quite glamorous on the surface.
But only I know how much humiliation and resentment are hidden beneath this beautiful facade.
I clenched my fists and said to myself in the mirror, word by word: "Ye Xinyao, from today on, you are you; you are not anyone's substitute!"
I will rely on my own efforts to live out a new self!
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