My Beautiful Master is Delicate and Charming (1)

"Store successfully unlocked."

A fluorescent panel refreshed before Little Wei's eyes. She glanced at the newly added store page and skimmed through it.

"Why are there attribute points here?" Little Wei frowned at the page displaying stat upgrades in the store.

"Well, it’s to make it easier for you to seduce women," Si replied bluntly.

Little Wei: ?

"Be sensible and speak properly." Little Wei was starting to find Si increasingly insufferable.

A system like this deserved a good thrashing.

It made it sound like she was some kind of... that kind of person.

"Jokes aside, these attribute points are used within the novel worlds—or dimensional units. Due to character settings, there might be times when you need to boost certain stats, like looks or combat skills. These can be exchanged with points."

"Moreover, if the host you transmigrate into has a bright future or successful career, it’ll help with mission ratings and rewards. Since the first world was a beginner’s world, there weren’t any side quests. The upcoming worlds, though… they’re a bit more dangerous."

After listening to Si’s long-winded explanation, Little Wei finally understood.

"So you’re planning to sell me by the pound?" she said, feigning heartbreak.

Si: "..."

"Would you even dare?" Little Wei pressed.

"...I wouldn’t."

Little Wei: (O_o)??

What did that mean?

Was Si secretly in love with her? Damn it, she knew her brotherly charm was irresistible.

"Stop being delusional. For the next world, pick one of these three books. There’s still time—you can browse the store some more. Your current permissions allow you to bring three physical items from the store into the world you’re entering."

Little Wei swiped through a few more pages.

Then her gaze landed on a mushroom. She rubbed her chin, momentarily stunned. A Doom-shroom?

Wait, where’s the Peashooter?

Honestly, even a Squash would do.

But to her surprise, the store had everything—equipment from all sorts of games, from "Turn-into-an-Idiot" cards to aircraft carriers. Almost anything imaginable was there.

The restrictions were strict, though. If it wasn’t a high-tech world, you couldn’t bring advanced gadgets into an ancient setting.

Still, Little Wei couldn’t shake her fascination with the Doom-shroom.

"What if I buy a Doom-shroom this time, blow up the male and female leads, and call it a day?"

"Before they get blown up, I’ll fry you to a crisp—deep-fried, sprinkled with chili and cumin, then drizzled with sesame oil," Si threatened, sounding like he could devour two children in one bite.

Little Wei: o(^｀)o

"Fine, I won’t bring it."

Truthfully, the main reason was that she couldn’t afford it. She only had 90 points right now.

The store also had furniture and decor for the system space. Little Wei figured she’d spend her points on fixing up her place once she’d saved up.

Sleeping on the floor every day wasn’t doing her any favors—especially during that time of the month.

Closing the system store, Little Wei turned her attention to the glowing books in front of her. After some deliberation, she picked the one in the middle.

Last time, she’d transmigrated into a male-oriented novel. This time, she’d see what a female-oriented one was like—she’d never read one before.

Book Title: My Heart Longs, Yet You Remain Unaware

Sounded poetic.

"Host Little Wei has selected a world. Commencing deployment..."

Little Wei vanished from the system space.

But just as she was submerged in darkness, preparing to receive the book’s plot, she saw a few lines flash before her:

To save his white moonlight, he personally removed his wife’s corneas. To force a divorce, he kicked his own son to death.

She knelt in the pouring rain, begging the man she loved to hear her out—only for him to shut her out, too busy mourning a single strand of hair his first love had lost.

She loved him to the bone. Even with terminal stomach cancer, she couldn’t bear to tell him. Yet he kept her caged, using her as a permanent blood bank for his childhood sweetheart.

What the hell was this?

Little Wei felt like she’d just been bombarded with a tidal wave of melodrama. Was this what female-oriented novels were like?

"The male and female leads this time are… complicated. Consider this a warning," Si’s voice chimed in.

Little Wei suddenly regretted choosing this world. Weren’t female-oriented novels supposed to be good?

Who didn’t love sweet romance?

The last male-oriented novel’s author was clearly a hopeless bachelor, but this was a female-oriented one—written by women, for women.

Surely it couldn’t be worse, right?

The book’s plot flooded into Little Wei’s mind in one overwhelming rush.

The female lead, Su Qingyun, was the only daughter of the prime minister, cherished and doted upon. She and Prince Qi, Mo Yujun, had grown up together, childhood sweethearts. When she came of age, the emperor arranged their marriage.

But Mo Yujun’s heart belonged only to his first love, Zhao Yiyi, whom he’d brought back from the battlefield.

Years ago, Zhao Yiyi had sacrificed herself for Mo Yujun, earning his undying devotion.

But it was all part of Zhao Yiyi’s scheme. As the daughter of a disgraced official, she was ineligible to marry the prince. To secure her position as his consort, she’d spent years plotting in the shadows.

She’d even saved a foreign emperor, earning his favor and being treated as his own daughter. Even after Mo Yujun brought her back, she kept her true identity hidden.

Su Qingyun was no match for Zhao Yiyi’s cunning. Framed for poisoning Zhao Yiyi, Su Qingyun was cast into disgrace. Zhao Yiyi faked her own death, only to later reappear in a brothel, where Mo Yujun "rescued" her.

Then, whispering in Mo Yujun’s ear, Zhao Yiyi convinced him to force poison on the already ailing Su Qingyun. After drinking it, Su Qingyun was wrapped in a straw mat and thrown out like trash.

Later, Mo Yujun discovered Zhao Yiyi’s deception. Horrified, he spent his days gazing at Su Qingyun’s portrait, longing for her return.

But Su Qingyun hadn’t died. Cast out, she was saved by the divine physician Mu Miao. Despite her frail state, she gave birth to Mo Yujun’s child. Once recovered, she still yearned to see him one last time.

For a brief while, they rekindled their love. But when Mo Yujun’s mother fell ill, her eyes rotting away, she needed Su Qingyun’s "celestial eyes." Mo Yujun, torn with grief, ordered the imperial physicians to remove them.

Blinded, Su Qingyun endured abuse from the servants. Then, a fire broke out in the estate.

She fled the palace, seeking out Mu Miao again. Weeping, she knelt and begged for help. Mu Miao, kind-hearted and swayed by the protagonist’s aura, took pity on the mother and child. In a moment of weakness, she gave Su Qingyun her own eyes.

But tragedy struck again—Zhao Yiyi murdered the child.

After countless more twists, Su Qingyun’s entire family perished, all indirectly because of Mo Yujun. Years later, Mo Yujun ascended the throne and made Su Qingyun his empress. The couple lived in harmony, bound in eternal love.

After finishing, Little Wei: ?????

No, not that reaction.

This one: ??

Is this novel serious?

Little Wei wondered if she’d absorbed the plot wrong. Maybe she needed to stand up and read it again.

Was this a historical romance or a xianxia fantasy? Swapping eyeballs like it was easier than modern surgery?

Celestial eyes? Why not swap in dog eyes while they were at it?

But no matter how she re-read it, the story’s ending remained HE—happily ever after.

The last time Little Wei felt this upset was... well, the last time.

Her heart felt as if it had been mauled by a Tibetan mastiff.