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I Took Over the Female Lead’s Entire Harem (As Her Stand-in)

Mu Kong
Su Yuhan, a modern-day hustle queen, had finally saved up enough for retirement and was ready to just lie flat, but she suffered a sudden heart attack from excessive overwork the day before retiring and transmigrated into a certain urban, group-pampered novel... as the female lead's stand-in. Because the original owner had similar looks and disposition to the female lead, Jiang Yuxi, she was targeted by several of the female lead's lonely simps and spare tires while the latter was abroad for further studies. She was forced to sign a contract, becoming a despicable stand-in in the eyes of the world who got ahead using her face. Later, she lost herself under their tender offensives, acted out dramatically, and was ultimately kicked out with nothing to her name right before the female lead’s return, dying a violent death on the streets. After transmigrating, Su Yuhan immediately wanted to run away, but the contract termination fee was too high, she was saddled with huge debts, and she had a critically ill grandmother at home in need of life-saving money. Su Yuhan: “...” Rolling up her sleeves, she got straight to work. No one can stop me from making money! In just a few short months, she became... The leader of an online comment army, hailed as the divine nemesis of the paparazzi; A mysterious financial tycoon who could shake up the business world with a snap of her fingers; An expert antique appraiser who exposed fakes and cracked down on smugglers; A treasure of an influencer, proficient in multiple intangible cultural heritage techniques; ... Just as she was thriving in various industries, the several Sugar Daddies who treated her as a stand-in were fighting tooth and nail over her, splurging cash for the rights to her vacation time. "One extra dinner together, I'll add one hundred thousand." "A one-day trip to the amusement park during the holidays, I'll add two hundred thousand." "One all-nighter to boost her online rankings, I'll add two hundred thousand." "Attending a high-society banquet together, I'll add two hundred thousand." "One overtime tutoring session for final exams, I'll add two hundred thousand" "..." Su Yuhan: Don't fall for me, it's a lost cause. My one true love is the God of Wealth!
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