Chapter 1: Day 1 of Transmigrating into an Object

Jiang Shiyang forced her eyes open with difficulty, only to find herself suspended in mid-air. Beneath her was a sea of dark, clustered heads. The film crew was bustling about, the cameras not yet aimed at her, and several camera positions were still not set up.

Jiang Shiyang was a bit dazed. Still, she recognized Director Chen at a glance, the one down below shouting himself hoarse reprimanding the script supervisor.

Director Chen was an internationally renowned auteur. The very film that had earned Jiang Shiyang the Best Actress award was Director Chen’s work. Because of this connection, when Director Chen contacted Jiang Shiyang to step in as a last-minute replacement, she had agreed without the slightest hesitation.

No sooner had she agreed than her agent dropped a bombshell on her: “Shen Wenyi is the female lead this time. Are you sure you want to do scenes opposite her?”

At that moment, she had wished she could just renege on being a decent person and go back on her word. She and Shen Wenyi could start a fight even when they were in two different film crews on opposite ends of the world. If they entered the same crew, wouldn’t they tear each other apart, ushering in a whole new era of conflict?

But she had already agreed.

Truth be told, even if she’d known earlier, she probably still would have agreed. Director Chen’s works were both commercially successful and profound. Countless people fought for such an opportunity and couldn’t get it. She was very willing to collaborate with Director Chen to hone her acting skills.

Moreover, Director Chen had recognized and nurtured her talent. She always made a point of repaying favors owed, so naturally, she had to agree.

But agreeing was one thing. She still had unfulfilled promotional schedules, and couldn’t join the crew until those were done. She clearly remembered just now being at home, wrapped in her blanket scrolling through Weibo. She had sneezed, closed her eyes for a split second, and how had she instantaneously teleported to the film studio?

Before she could think it through, another wave of dizziness struck. She was hoisted upside down and suddenly saw a gigantic ear!

What, what’s going on?!

The ear was delicate, fair, and smooth. On the earlobe was a tiny, jet-black piercing hole, and beside the piercing hole, a vermilion-red mole.

That cinnabar mole looked more and more familiar the longer she stared. Before she could examine it closely, a huge cascade of hair swept towards her. A heavy, silken sensation slid across her face and body, as if brushing directly against her skin. Suddenly, a horrifying realization hit her: she wasn’t wearing any clothes!

Appearing scantily clad in public was something she would rather die than do. Besides, the people below were far too calm; they didn’t seem to be witnessing a Best Actress having a wardrobe malfunction.

So what on earth was happening?

She lowered her head, trying to get a look at herself, only to realize she had no neck. She tried to kick her feet, and realized she had no feet either.

Could she actually be… dreaming?

She closed her eyes, trying to force herself awake, when she heard a familiar, melodious voice beside her ear.

“Sorry, I forgot to take off the ring. Help me put it away.”

She felt something warm, soft, and huge pinch onto her. Her body slid across elongated, fleshy columns, leaving the warmth that had been cradling her, and with a sudden chill, she was tossed away.

She tumbled through the air. The instant she fell, she saw that face she hated so much it made her teeth itch even in her dreams. Smoky brows, delicate eyes, delicate red lips, dressed in a pear blossom-white embroidered Royal Palace Attire, still suspended by wirework. If that wasn’t that bitch Shen Wenyi, who else could it be?!

Clang. She hit the ground. Instead of the expected excruciating pain, she actually bounced several times on the stone floor tiles, each impact producing a clear, crisp sound.

Judging by that noise, it definitely wasn’t the sound a human body makes when it hits the ground. What in the world had she turned into now?

Someone came jogging over. The thumping footsteps sounded like an earthquake, shaking the very heavens and earth, even the dust on the floor tiles vibrated and billowed up and down.

Another magnified human face appeared, a pair of black-framed glasses perched on its nose. This woman, Jiang Shiyang recognized her. It was Shen Wenyi’s assistant, Little He.

Little He pulled out a tissue and carefully wrapped her inside. She tumbled and tossed inside the tissue, sometimes head down, sometimes head up. It was a blessing that she frequently performed all sorts of high-difficulty stunts herself for filming, and had decent physical fitness; otherwise, she definitely would have thrown up.

Amidst this dire situation, she suddenly noticed the reflection in the assistant’s black-framed glasses, showing a wad of paper. Through the folded gap of the tissue, the edge of a beautiful Cartier Ring was faintly visible.

Wasn’t this, wasn’t this the very ring she had just been, under an online fake fan account, leaving snide, passive-aggressive comments about Shen Wenyi?!

She, she had actually turned into Shen Wenyi’s ring?!

Ding!

【Congratulations, Host, on successfully binding the Time-limited Task System. Completing tasks can be exchanged for various rewards such as restoring Human Form Duration, special items, and Points. Remaining as the same item for seven days will cause you to permanently and completely transform into your current item. Please complete tasks proactively, okay~】

Ding!

【Task (1) has arrived. Please check it carefully!】

【Task (1): Please get Shen Wenyi to kiss the ring for ten seconds. Reward: Restore eight hours of Human Form Duration, Reward: 10 Points.】