My whole family transmigrated into a book. My mom was a scammer, my dad was a thief. My sister had a body count (literally), and my brother sold the hard stuff. I was the only one who started as a fictional character—specifically, the tragic heroine of a angst-filled romance novel. The male lead stormed into my house, ready to force me into a "relationship." As soon as he stepped through the door, my entire family was there, sharpening kitchen knives with murderous glints in their eyes. "So, you're the punk making our girl cry?" 1 My life sucks. My dad is a gambling addict. But he thinks he's a god at poker. The reason he loses nine times out of ten? Because my mom and I are "bad luck." So every time he loses his shirt, he comes home and uses us as punching bags. But a year ago, he suddenly changed. He quit gambling. Quit smoking. Quit drinking. Every time he came home, he brought stacks of cash for my mom. He even bought me a Cartier bracelet and a Hermès bag. Said they were vintage, but guaranteed authentic. My mom thought he'd been possessed. She was so happy, like a freed slave. She hugged the bracelet and bag, hyperventilating with joy. Then she passed out from excitement. When she woke up... She changed too. Her eyes, usually clear and foolish, suddenly held a depth I couldn't read. The first thing she said to me was: "Little girl, give me a hundred bucks. Auntie will help you get a Lululemon haul for zero dollars. Trust me, I'm a pro." Before I could process that, my usually whiny, green-tea sister spoke up in a voice like a foghorn: "I want one. If you dare scam me, I'll kill you. Don't test me, I have a record." She was playing with a kitchen knife. A chill ran down my spine. Suddenly, my brother slid up next to me, flashing a small packet hidden in his sleeve. He whispered: "Pure stuff. Top-tier high. You want some?" I was stunned. Petrified. "Bro, weren't you trying to sell me off for a dowry to get a wife? Since when did you start dealing?" He rubbed his nose. "Sorry, occupational hazard. I meant to ask... do you want some catnip?" ... My house was chaos. I decided to just roll with it. 2 That night, we had a family confession circle. Dad said: "I was a thief. Fell into an open manhole after a job one night and woke up here." Sister said: "I was a murderer. The prison food was too good, I ate too fast and choked to death. Poof, here I am." Brother said: "I was a drug dealer. Got shot during a deal gone wrong because the buyer tried to rip me off." Mom said: "I was the last great MLM queen of Indonesia—" Dad, Brother, Sister, and I yelled in unison: "Tell the truth!" Mom twiddled her thumbs honestly: "Fine. I was a scammer. Got punched in the face while begging with a fake baby at a KFC. Woke up here." Wow. A family of villains. I teared up. My original life config was: Gambling Dad, Sick Mom, Green Tea Sister, Jerk Brother. Now updated to Version 2.0: The Suicide Squad. My life sucks even more. I trembled. "I don't have much money. I have three hundred bucks from shaking milk tea. Take it all, just please spare my life." The four of them froze. Sister spoke first: "What are you talking about? We're here to save you. You're the heroine of a tragedy novel. Your future is miserable. Dumped, beaten, framed, forced, miscarried, imprisoned, wrist-slashed, jumping into the ocean. Why should everyone else enjoy life while you suffer?" She propped her leg on the coffee table. "I've got experience chopping people. I'll just hack that guy, Christian, and solve the problem once and for all!" Dad looked serious. "Not ideal. I say I tunnel into his mansion and steal everything he owns. Make him poor. Robbing the rich to feed the poor is my specialty." Mom nodded in agreement. "You steal the assets, I'll drain his bank accounts. I have a thousand scam scripts; one of them will work on him." Brother was succinct. "Too much hassle. I'll just shoot him up with something strong. Let him OD." I was moved, but shook my head frantically. "I don't want you guys committing crimes for me. I promise I'll stay far away from him." Sister patted my head. "Don't worry, sis. With us here, no one can bully you." Dad pulled a handful of luxury watches from his pocket. "Dad's treating. Hot pot tonight." Brother pulled a stray calico cat out of nowhere with the catnip. "Here, a gift. For you to play with." Mom leaned in close with a sincere smile. "Lend me that three hundred. Seriously, I'll get you that Lululemon. I have a feeling that brand is gonna blow up." "..." 3 Dad gave me a lot of pocket money. I saved it all. Just in case the family needed bail money someday. I kept shaking milk tea. Before, I worked to support the family. Now, I worked hoping they'd retire from crime early. To avoid the "Male Lead" they talked about, I barely spoke to any men. But I still fell into a trap. At a team-building event, I was forced to drink a shot of something strong. Blacked out. Woke up in a hotel suite. Clothes scattered. Hickeys everywhere. A man with an overpowering aura looked down at me with cold eyes. "I've seen plenty of women like you, scheming to climb into my bed. Not bad, though. Name your price." In the past, I might have accepted my bad luck and asked for enough money to stop my dad from gambling or cure my mom. But now? This guy was just annoying. I put on my clothes calmly and said: "Let's just say fate brought us together for a nap. Don't worry about it, I don't need money. Just don't bother me again, or my family will be upset." The man clearly didn't expect that. Before I could leave, he grabbed my wrist. He frowned. "That's not a normal reaction. What if I said you're pretty enough to be my mistress?" He seemed to expect me to be thrilled. Instead, I checked the time. "It's late. My mom's calling me for dinner!" I wasn't lying. I checked my phone outside. Over a hundred missed calls. Mom, Dad, Brother, Sister. Everyone was blowing up my phone. WeChat was exploding. Dad: [Who stays out all night at 23? Ask around!] Mom: [Baby, if he's a good guy, use protection. If it's Christian, go for the eyes then kick the balls.] Brother: [Send location. I'm coming to get you.] Sister: [SIS!!! WHERE ARE YOU!!! DID CHRISTIAN EAT YOU??? I told you I should have chopped him up!!! AHHH—] I went home guilty. I said I got drunk and crashed with a female coworker. The family sighed in relief. But while I was showering, my sister came in to brush her teeth. She saw the marks. She exploded. Screaming as she ran out. "Code Red! Code Red! That bastard Christian got to her! AHHH—" Twenty minutes later. The whole family sat around my bed, looking disappointed. I lowered my head, ready for a scolding. Dad raised his hand. I flinched reflexively. But his hand landed gently on my head, ruffling my hair. "We didn't protect you well enough. Dad should have picked you up." Mom sighed. "Are you hurt anywhere?" Brother said seriously: "Your coworkers probably set you up. I'll investigate." Sister grabbed a cleaver and headed for the door. "I'm killing him." Brother dragged her back. I tried to tell myself it was just bad luck. But my eyes welled up. So this is what having a family feels like. I sniffled. "I won't be careless again. I'm staying home." Sister stood like a philosopher. "You can hide for a day, but not forever. Christian's type? He'll dig you out of the ground. We need a plan. We fight back!" The family agreed. They made a group chat immediately. Group Name: "Operation Castrate Christian." The next second. The doorbell rang. My house was surrounded by men in black. 4 The leader claimed to be Christian's butler. "Ms. Wen, Mr. Pei suffers from chronic insomnia, but he slept soundly with you. He would like to hire you as his exclusive sleep companion." Behind the door, my family was rolling their eyes so hard they almost fell out. I asked: "What if I refuse?" The butler smiled silently and glanced at the goons behind him. Meaning: come willingly or be dragged. Sister gritted her teeth. "Let me chop him." I gave everyone a reassuring look. We have a plan. Let's do this. In the car. I kept updating the group chat. [This Rolls Royce is nice. Brother would love it.] [The estate is huge. Dad could plant so many flowers here.] [The snacks are delicious. Mom would love them.] [These dresses are expensive and pretty. I stuffed a few in my bag for Sister.] No reply. Twenty minutes later, I checked again. Still nothing. I told myself they were busy. But I felt uneasy. Stylists swarmed me. By the time they were done, it was late. I sat on the edge of the bed, hugging my knees, waiting. I hid my phone behind the tissue box. If Christian tried anything, I'd record it. 1 AM. Christian woke me up. He was in a bathrobe, freshly showered, smelling of expensive cologne and arrogance. I gripped the sheets. He leaned into my ear, chuckling darkly. "Thought you were playing hard to get? Yet here you are." His voice was deep, vibrating in my chest. I scooched away. "Mr. Pei, let's be clear. I'm here to help you sleep, not sleep with you." He sneered and grabbed my chin. "Who do you think you are? Serving me is your honor." He bit my lip hard. A warning. I tasted blood and struggled. But he pinned my hands. I remembered Mom's advice. Just as I was aiming for his crotch... CLANG. A silver tray smashed into the back of Christian's head. His eyes went wide, and he collapsed like a sack of potatoes. I kicked him aside. There was my mom, wearing a maid's uniform, casually dusting off the tray. "Mom!" I whisper-shouted. "Why are you here?" Mom smirked. "Saw they were hiring. Came to protect you." I was shocked. "Don't they have high standards?" Mom blew on her nails. "Nah. Just fluent in eight languages, housekeeping, etiquette, and martial arts." I gaped. "You know all that?" Mom said: "I know how to lie a little." She pulled out another tray loaded with desserts and a pot of Earl Grey tea. "Baby, what do you want for breakfast? Order the expensive stuff. Mom will make the chef cook it."
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