When Sophie woke up after a night of drinking, she felt her head ache was unbearable, as if a small drum was beating inside her skull.

At that moment, Sophie had an indescribable bitter taste in her mouth, accompanied by a nauseating sensation rising from her stomach. She struggled to suppress the urge to vomit, felt extremely thirsty and craving a substantial amount of water.

She ran barefoot to the refrigerator, grabbed a large jug of water, and gulped it down in large quantities. After the burning sensation in her stomach and nerves subsided, she attempted to recall the events of the previous night.

At that moment, a line of text suddenly floated before her eyes, its font suspended in mid-air. "Last night, Sophie harshly humiliated Pierre, this malicious woman!"

Who is Pierre? Why did I humiliate him? She leaned against the refrigerator, attempting to move her body, only to discover that her muscles seemed to be heavily oppressed, accompanied by waves of soreness.

By now, the sun had risen, and she looked out the window. The sunlight streaming through the curtain's seams cut like a knife, piercing straight into her eyes.

Last night at the banquet, colorful beams of light danced to the rhythm of the music, and the lights inside the hall flickered incessantly. The laughter and chatter of the crowd intertwined as people near the dance floor leaped and swayed, unleashing their inner revelry with abandon.

In the center of the dance floor, a man, stripped to the waist and kneeling on the ground like a dog, was none other than Pierre. Wearing a coquettish fox mask and standing in 10cm red high heels, Sophie stepped on Pierre's back. Amidst the clamor of the music, she laughed loudly, saying, "Everyone, look at my boyfriend Pierre, crawling on the ground like a dog. If you can bark like a dog and finish the entire song, I'll give you one million euros to save your sister!"

After saying this, the nearby bodyguards opened several black leather suitcases, revealing stacks of cash. The sight of so many euros had everyone's eyes widening, and cheers and excitement filled the air as if they could shatter eardrums.

At that moment, Sophie's head buzzed, pulling her back to reality, and she couldn't recall what had happened. In the fragmented memories, all she could recall were countless euros floating in the air, people frantically grabbing money in the dance hall, and... Pierre's gaze, his body covered in wounds, his eyes filled with sorrow.

"Pull yourself together, Sophie!"

"What? I want to see the wicked Sophie brought to ruin."

"Hey! Don't be too angry. The male protagonist has to level up, grow, rise to power, and become the world's richest; surely, he has to go through some hardships. Don't take it too seriously."

"I can't stand seeing him on the ground, bullied by Sophie like a dog."

"I can't stand it either!! I will definitely kill Sophie in the end."

Countless subtitles flashed before Sophie's eyes. Finally, she figured it out! It turns out she was an NPC in a game.

The male lead is named Pierre. This is his rags-to-riches story, where he transforms from a penniless nobody into the world's richest, ascending to the pinnacle of life.

Sophie grew up with Pierre since childhood, but she always teased him, and eventually, the jokes went too far to be undone.

But Pierre's love for her reached a point of madness. In the final twist, on Pierre's wedding night, he killed Sophie and preserved her in formaldehyde, ensuring she would be with him forever.

He would dress in an elegant suit, raise a glass of red wine, and sit in a dignified posture in front of the nude Sophie preserved in formaldehyde. Gently, he would smile and say, "You, in your quietness, are truly enchanting."

Sophie shuddered. Although she could be malicious at times, did she deserve such a deadly fate? Suddenly, she gulped down a mouthful of ice-cold water, and her mind cleared significantly. She needed to figure out what was going on; she absolutely couldn't end up preserved in formaldehyde by Pierre.

At this moment, the door swung open, revealing a bloodied Pierre being forcibly brought in by the bodyguards. One of the guards kicked Pierre in the back of the knee, forcing him to kneel before Sophie.

Seeing Pierre's face and body covered in wounds and blood, Sophie was startled. She screamed and repeatedly stepped back. At this moment, subtitles began to wildly float before her eyes again.

"Look at Pierre, tough guy! Kneeling down and holding his back straight."

"I can't stand Sophie's constant drama. Quickly log out."

"Pierre looks so handsome!!!"

Overcoming her fear, Sophie stepped forward.

"Sophie, what are you going to do? Please, I beg you, spare Pierre."

"If my guess is correct, the next plot point should involve suspending Pierre and beating him. Sophie needs to hear Pierre confess his love for her."

"Why are you spoiling the plot! Spoilers, get out of the game livestream!"

"Is Sophie some kind of mental case?! Just because of this?!!"

"Sophie is truly insane, women's jealousy is too strong. I advise brothers not to provoke women."

Sophie was stunned, finding it hard to accept that she was scripted as such—a malicious woman with strong jealousy.

At this moment, Pierre lifted his head to look at her. His face was covered in blood, one eye swollen grotesquely, and his mouth held traces of blood. He mumbled, "Just kill me directly. If you don't kill me today, you…"

He didn't finish his sentence before passing out. From last night until now, he had been enduring with all his strength, and now he had reached his limit.

Sophie rushed forward to help him up, paying no attention to the bloodstains from Pierre rubbing onto her expensive dress. She anxiously shouted at the bodyguards, "What are you standing around for? Call an ambulance quickly!"

At this moment, the subtitles also exploded.

"What's with the ambulance storyline? Is Sophie planning some stunt to torment Pierre again?"

"This is not right, not right at all. It's different from the storyline I played before. What's going on?!"

Sophie, no longer paying attention to the persistent subtitles, helped the family doctor who arrived first in getting Pierre onto the ambulance.

In the hospital room, Sophie fell asleep leaning over Pierre's bedside. She was awakened by a soft sobbing sound.

She looked up to see a beautiful but weary-looking girl sitting in a wheelchair, crying while holding Pierre's other hand. It had to be said that the girl was truly beautiful, and she seemed very gentle. Perhaps to avoid waking them up, she cried in a hushed and suppressed voice.