The woman in the mirror gently closed her eyes, her long, raven-black curls cascading carelessly over her chest, revealing just a hint of skin as fair as freshly fallen snow.

Then, with a languid flutter of her lashes, she opened her eyes—dark and gleaming with amusement, the tiny mole at the corner trembling faintly, like a fox spirit from a classic tale, alluring and enchanting.

Her crimson lips parted, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness.

"So, my mission is to bully the heroine, pester the male lead, and humiliate the villain?"

*[Ahem, it's about cooperating to complete the main storyline and enriching the narrative!]*

"Sounds like such a noble task—totally not morally bankrupt at all~"

*[This is your final mission world. Once completed, you can return directly to your original world and take revenge on that scumbag and his scheming mistress!]*

Time stood still while she hopped between worlds on missions. No matter when she returned, those two would still be fresh for the taking.

She wasn’t in any hurry.

Besides—

"One failed mission costs 10,000 points, and right now, I’ve got 990,000. Hmm, I can afford the loss."

*[Host, you even share the same name as the female antagonist! What a coincidence—it’d be a shame to skip this mission!]*

Jiang Mi scoffed. *That’s exactly why it’s even more infuriating.*

The original host was the heiress of a top-tier wealthy family—pity she was blind and deaf, mistaking a backstabbing "friend" for a confidante, a two-faced scoundrel for true love, and a yandere bodyguard for some harmless pushover. She’d blundered straight down the path of self-destruction, ending up in pieces.

*Tch. Stay away from the main leads, steer clear of the obsessive villain—wouldn’t it be better to just live it up as a gorgeous, filthy-rich heiress?*

The woman stretched lazily, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "After working my fingers to the bone for so long, it's high time I embraced the decadent life of a wealthy lady—pure indulgence!"

[Nooo!!!]

Suddenly, three measured knocks echoed at the door.

With a creak, it swung open.

"Miss, the film crew has arrived."

The man's voice was icy, devoid of warmth, yet deep and magnetic, laced with a faint rasp.

Jiang Mi's ears tingled at the sound, her fingers accidentally knocking over a small bottle, sending a cascade of delicate chimes through the room.

She lifted her gaze to the mirror, where his reflection stood—sharp-jawed, with striking, chiseled features. His thin lips pressed together, adding an edge of cool detachment.

He was like a blade about to be unsheathed, restrained yet unable to hide the lethal aura surrounding him.

Or a dominant lion, exuding regal authority, as if the world bowed before him.

Even through the mirror, his overwhelming masculine presence was palpable—powerful, formidable.

Dangerous.

Deadly.

The villainous big boss, Gu Chuan—her target for "humiliation."

Jiang Mi's heart gave a sudden flutter, and her crimson lips curled into a satisfied smirk.

"Benben, I'll do this mission properly."

[Wait, what? Weren't you just planning to slack off? Why the sudden change?]

"Maybe... because I'm smitten at first sight."

???

!!!

Host, snap out of it!

He's the villain! You're here to humiliate him, not romance him!

Ignoring the system Benben's wails, Jiang Mi quickly skimmed through the world's plot related to the villain.

The villain had a dark childhood, leaving him cold and brooding. The original host's father was the only one who ever helped him. Later, when the original host entered the entertainment industry, her father, fearing she might be bullied, asked the villain to look after her for a while—while also hoping to set the two up.

The villain took his duty seriously, but the original host resented his interference. Add to that the female lead whispering poison in her ear, and the original host grew to despise him more and more.

This, of course, played right into the female lead's hands.

Having accidentally discovered the villain's true identity, she decided to keep him as a backup option. So she deliberately manipulated the original host into tormenting him while she swooped in with warmth and comfort.

But the villain's heart was as hard as stone—unmoved by her schemes.

As the saying goes, the grass is always greener on the other side.

The female lead possessed an irresistible charm that captivated everyone—men adored her, flowers bloomed brighter in her presence. So when she encountered an aloof villain who remained utterly indifferent to her allure, it only fueled her competitive spirit.

Naturally, this infuriated the male lead and his entourage of admirers, who eventually joined forces to eliminate the villain.

Tsk. Turns out, the original host's humiliation of the villain had merely paved the way for the female lead's triumph.

Unfortunately, she had now become that foolish original host—and the villain was the man she had set her sights on.

This time, the victory would be hers alone.

Jiang Mi tapped her toes lightly against the floor, sending her swivel chair spinning halfway around.

Tilting her head slightly, her raven-black curls cascaded over her shoulders as she fixed her gaze on the man with soft, alluring eyes curved into crescents.

"Come here."

"Yes, Miss."

His voice was icy, devoid of warmth. With long strides, he stepped forward but stopped at a safe distance—two paces away, close enough to obey, far enough to remain detached.

When his sharp, narrow eyes caught sight of her breathtaking beauty, a flicker of surprise flashed through them—gone as quickly as it came, replaced once more by indifference.

Jiang Mi measured the space between them, the corners of her upturned eyes glinting with playful insistence.

"Your Miss commands you—come closer."

The man's gaze darkened slightly as he regarded her, his expression lacking deference. If anything, a trace of impatience flickered across his features before vanishing.

His thin lips parted coldly to utter an emotionless "Yes, Miss," before he took another step forward.

The smile at the corners of Jiang Mi's eyes deepened. Her slender, soft arms braced against the armrest as she exerted a slight force, preparing to rise.

Just then, the system Benben issued a task.

[Ding! Host is required to complete the plot of humiliating the villain by stepping on him!]

Jiang Mi's delicate fingers lightly pinched her earlobe, her red lips clicking in mild irritation. Benben quickly added:

[You promised not to slack off and to complete the tasks properly!]

"Got it~"

Ignoring Benben, Jiang Mi tilted her graceful swan-like neck, revealing her breathtakingly beautiful face. A faint smirk curled her lips. "Mr. Bodyguard, you've been very disobedient just now."

As a personal bodyguard, he was required to serve day and night—enduring the young mistress's whims and humiliations without complaint.

Over the past two months, Gu Chuan had lost count of how many times he'd faced such "punishments" and "indignities."

His gaze remained indifferent as he lowered his eyes, his deep, velvety voice devoid of any inflection.

"Punish me as you wish, Miss."

Her long, pale legs, shimmering beneath the crimson dress, crossed elegantly.

Then—*click*—a sharp, crisp sound.

A dazzling silver high heel landed on the floor, its heel adorned with an exquisitely crafted butterfly, wings spread in graceful flight—both delicate and undeniably seductive.

The woman's porcelain-white feet, delicate and flawless, were exposed to the air, swaying gently as they brushed faintly against the man's trouser leg.

"Help me put on my shoes."

Her tone lacked its usual domineering arrogance. Instead, it carried a coquettish softness, each word laced with a silken allure, as if woven with threads of seduction.

Gu Chuan's gaze toward Jiang Mi was icy, his deep, magnetic voice laced with frost.

"My hands are unclean, Miss. I wouldn’t dare sully your noble ankles."

Only then did Jiang Mi remember—the female lead had spread rumors that the villain carried some filthy disease. The original host had treated him like a plague, forbidding him from getting close, let alone allowing him the intimacy of touching her ankles.

She arched a brow, her soft toes playfully tapping against Gu Chuan’s trouser leg, her voice dripping with spoiled petulance.

"So, you’re defying my orders now?"

Gu Chuan stared at her, his expression indifferent as he uttered two flat words: "I wouldn’t dare."

With that, the man dropped to one knee...