Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

The orchid on the windowsill is finally dying.

Fuli lay in the comfortable gaming chair, squinting her eyes and thinking to herself that the afternoon sun was still so dazzling.

After calming down, Fu Li sat up straight and looked at the framed painting on the table.

The tall and straight man was holding a black umbrella, his eyes were cold and arrogant, and his hand holding the umbrella was obviously not drawn well, and it looked like it was shaking.

Fu Li sighed and rubbed the painted resin with her fingers. It did not feel as cold and hard as glass.

She loved the man in the painting, and she felt that all the compliments she could give him were not excessive.

After hanging the new painting on the bookcase, Fu Li looked away reluctantly.

She is about to start her writing journey today.

Fu Li is a novelist who writes traditional literature. She is good at writing stories about impoverished mountain villages moving towards a new era. Her readers affectionately call her the "gathering place of tragedies."

She is good at using plain words to form heart-wrenching sentences. It is hard to imagine how a hand that moves at a 36-degree angle can type out such cold words.

After writing three stories about mountain villages, Fu Li became a little bored. She felt like her grandparents and parents, who liked to use their own misfortunes to cover up their children's misfortunes.

When she was lonely and tossing in the middle of the night, Fuli would wonder what would happen if she didn't live like this, but was more unrestrained and brave.

One night, she got up from the bed, sat in front of the computer, her ideas flowed like a stream, and she wrote as if inspired by God.

She created a character based on herself and artistically portrayed her own experiences, but she still subconsciously felt sorry for herself and set the gender to male.

Even in her own story, she didn't dare to be the protagonist. With her bold ideas and rebellious behavior, she eventually became a villain.

The most favored villain by the Creator.

Even though he was doomed to die, Fuli threw away logic and forced him to survive.

He is her own son. How could she bear to do that? Even if she wanted to end her life countless times, her beloved son must live well.

I didn't make any money, but I was almost scolded.

Fuli watched the writing software spinning and starting up, and she felt a little scared.

You can scold her, but you can't scold her own son.

It's no wonder she's scared. Today's netizens' mouths are like swords. If they think about it, even the internet speed of the modern Einstein is not as fast as their speed in making memes.

After typing away for three hours, Fuli felt a little jealous of the characters she wrote. She turned her head to look at the sky outside the window and saw that the sun was about to set.

I went to the bathroom, poured a glass of water, and came back to add to the ending. This is the end of the first part.

When Fuli sat on the gaming chair and drank a sip of hot water with satisfaction, she was about to sigh when the computer screen went black.

Fu Li was startled and consoled herself that it might be the broken computer that had automatically turned off the screen again.

But when she pressed the space bar as usual and the computer didn't move at all, she felt a chill in her heart. No way! This was her three hours of hard work!

Thinking of this, her eyes became darker than the computer screen.

After a frantic tinkering, the computer finally turned on again.

After unlocking, the original manuscript of the online article appeared on the computer screen.

"Fu Shengyu walked out of the muddy path holding a black umbrella, his finger joints turning white from exerting too much force.

In the foggy sky, raindrops fell heavily, like ridicules and scoldings.

On the muddy path he walked, a weed covered in mud stood up tenaciously.

Reading these words again, Fu Li still felt a little depressed. She loved this man so deeply, but his misfortune seemed to be created by her own hands.

"Oh~" With a long sigh, Fuli reached out to touch the cold screen, as if she wanted to penetrate the screen and touch the injured child through the words.

But the moment she touched the screen, Fuli's eyes went dark and she fainted.