"Madam, lunch is ready. Would you like to eat now?" The maid's voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it echoed unnaturally in the vast silence of the mansion. It had been only three days, but this new reality still felt like a dream, or perhaps a gilded cage. A figure rose from the plush lounge chair, stretching slowly. As her arms lifted, her silk top rode up, revealing a slim, pale waist. Two small dimples marked her lower back, a detail that made the maid avert her gaze, her cheeks flushing. This body, this life, it was all so new, so utterly overwhelming.

"Let's go." The voice, her voice, felt unfamiliar. Xia Yue slipped on delicate slippers, their soft taps distinct on the polished marble floor. She took the elevator down from the third floor, a ride that felt both luxurious and strangely isolating. The dining room table was laden with food, more food than she could have ever dreamed of in her past life. A past life that ended with a "death combo meal" and left her waking up here, in this opulent, unsettling world.

Three days ago, it began in a quiet cafe. A man opposite her, his gold-rimmed glasses glinting, had simply asked, "Miss Xia, what do you think?" Before she could answer, a rush of memories, not her own, flooded her mind. They showed her a new identity, a new fate. A marriage agreement lay on the table. No wifely duties, just appearances. Five million a month, all expenses charged to her husband's card. And, a staggering 200 million upon a two-year divorce. It was a windfall, a fortune, yet a shiver ran down her spine. The silence in the cafe, the expectant gaze of Lian Assistant, felt heavy, as if she was signing away more than just her name.

She laughed, a strange, bubbling sound that she struggled to suppress. "Sorry, I lost my composure... heehee..." It was a nervous sound, a mix of disbelief and a growing unease. Lian Assistant looked at her with a blank expression, a small, unsettling smile playing on his lips as he simply said, "It's fine." She signed quickly, desperate to grasp this unbelievable chance, but a part of her wondered what unseen price she would pay. Her 'cheap husband,' Sha Hao, had been absent from the start. A ghost in his own house, his reasons for this contract a mystery. The sprawling villa felt less like a home and more like a stage, with her as the sole, bewildered performer.

She knew the plot. This was a novel, a story of Qing Zhenzhen and her four male leads. Sha Hao, her phantom husband, was just an unattainable crush in that tale. The original Xia Yue, the cannon fodder of the story, had met a terrible end, attempting to force intimacy with Sha Hao and being cast aside. Xia Yue shuddered. How could she escape such a grim fate? The knowledge of the future was a burden, a ticking clock counting down to an unknown danger. She was meant to live comfortably for two years, then vanish with 320 million. It sounded simple, yet a lurking dread told her nothing in this world was truly simple.

Every day, servants waited on her. Every meal was a feast. Every whim was catered to. Capitalism, in its most luxurious form, was slowly corrupting her, making her forget the stark reality of her past. But even as she ordered more game skins for her phone, a sense of foreboding remained. "You all can go about your tasks. I can eat by myself." The servants left, moving with silent efficiency, leaving her alone in the grand, echoing dining room. The food tasted delicious, yet a faint metallic Yue seemed to cling to her tongue.

After the meal, as Zhi Sister brought dessert, the phone rang. It was Jian Brother, her manager. In this new life, she was a Z-list celebrity, known only for scandals. "Why did you take so long to answer? Come to the company right now, there's good news." He hung up, leaving no room for refusal. Good news? With Jian Brother, it always meant trouble. She remembered the dating show, her character's attempt to seduce the female lead's suitors, and the subsequent public humiliation. She had to avoid it, at all costs. But how? Her contract bound her tightly, a chain disguised as opportunity.

"Uncle He, I need to go out for a bit." The butler inclined his head. "Which car would Madam like to take today?" Any car, she thought, as long as it took her away from this suffocating luxury. Soon, an expensive-looking car, sleek and silent, pulled up. The seats were incredibly comfortable, almost too comfortable, as if designed to lull her into a false sense of security. She, who usually got carsick, felt nothing now. Was this another trick? Another subtle way this new world changed her?

Stepping out, a voice sliced through the air. "Xia Yue, you found a sugar daddy?!" A metrosexual man, his smoky makeup stark, stared at her with a hostile arrogance. Her ex. A short-lived, unpleasant memory. "What's it to you?" she retorted, her voice sharper than she intended. He followed, his words a venomous stream. "So hypocritical... now you've hopped into some old geezer's bed..." She turned, her eyes narrowed. "Ever heard this saying before? A qualified ex should be like dead. Oh right, return the money you owe, otherwise I'll sue." His scornful face twisted. "It was just tens of thousands. Worth making a fuss over?" "Easy to say when it wasn't your money. So pay it back." His silence was satisfying, but the encounter left her shaken. This world was beautiful, yet threatening. The money was freedom, yet the strings were invisible. She was the mistress of this grand house, but also a pawn in a game she barely understood. vassals of the new narrative. Each character, each luxury, felt like a deliberate choice by an unseen hand. The suspense tightened around her, a slow, silent squeeze. What lay ahead was not just wealth, but an intricate, dangerous dance. The dream was a nightmare waiting to unfold. She needed to survive, and she needed to escape.