Após ter sua identidade roubada, vivo no celular do vilão de vida curta

"Chi Yu, go to hell!"

Accompanied by a woman's cold and vicious voice, a pair of hands suddenly appeared behind Chi Yu and shoved her forward with all their might.

Lured unsuspectingly to the edge of the yacht, Chi Yu was violently pushed off by the other woman.

The railing broke; her body flew outward, giving her not even a moment's chance to react, before she plunged into the sea with a heavy splash.

Chi Yu was a landlubber—she couldn't swim.

After falling into the water, she instinctively began to struggle, but was quickly enveloped by the frigid, bone-chilling sea, a suffocating sense of impending death washing over her.

Never in her life had Chi Yu imagined that she would one day be pushed into the sea and drowned by the childhood friend she'd grown up with.

In her fading consciousness, she seemed to hear Chen Jiazh—panicked and shouting from the yacht above:

"Somebody! Help! My best friend fell overboard!"

...

When Chi Yu next regained awareness, it was to the sound of a strange man's voice disturbing her.

"President Shen, this is the contract to be signed this afternoon. Please have a look."

The office's calm was broken by this voice.

Chi Yu held her breath, careful not to make any sudden movements.

As a seasoned online novel ghostwriter, she quickly analyzed the situation with her rigorous novelist's logic.

Had she crossed over after falling into the sea?

Had she become the president of some company?