The Seventh Security Bureau: Exchanged Lives - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The day I was diagnosed with cancer, Xu Zhiyan said he would love me forever.

“Don’t worry, Xiao Nian, I’ll be with you through the treatment.”

But barely three months after my death, he was with someone else.

Later, he played the field, and every girlfriend bore some resemblance to me.

Everyone said he couldn’t get over me.

His fans endlessly praised our love, and marketing accounts listing devoted men always included his name.

“After you left, everyone I loved looked like you.”

Netizens called me the nation’s white moonlight-meeting all the criteria: beautiful, poor, died young, and a talented young man who couldn’t forget me. I was practically a winner in life.

Laughable. Would you want that kind of “blessing”?

If you could live well, who would want to die and be remembered?

But I had no choice. I was born to die.

This world had a heroine, but it wasn’t me-it was my roommate, Jiang Bailu.

She would fall in love with Xu Zhiyan, be heartbroken for him, and finally meet her true love and live happily ever after.

I envied her.

Until I discovered that she also envied me.

After binding a swap system, she chose to go back in time and become me.

My roommate looked at me with pity:

“Lu Nianyu, don’t blame me.

“I don’t want to follow the plot. I only love Xu Zhiyan, and I want him to love me too.

“I’m sorry for taking your love.”

Looking at her pale, beautiful face, I slowly curved my lips.

“You know my health is poor and my family isn’t well-off, right?”

Out of humanitarian concern, I asked her seriously.

It was like a scumbag’s disclaimer-anyway, don’t blame me later for not warning you.

She awkwardly averted her eyes, refusing to look at my face-or rather, her own face.

“Anyway, whatever you say, we can’t switch back now.

“This time, Ah Yan will fall in love with me first.”

I smiled and nodded. “Good luck.”

Chapter 2

After school, the driver at the gate opened the car door for me.

“Young miss.”

I smiled. “Thank you, Uncle Song.”

The back seat of the Maybach was spacious and comfortable, with a faint scent of perfume, my roommate’s favorite citrus note.

By the roadside, she held my canvas bag, looking at me with a complicated gaze.

The next moment, Xu Zhiyan’s car stopped in front of her: “Nianyu, let me drive you home today.”

Normally, I would have refused Xu Zhiyan.

At this time, Xu Zhiyan was still chasing me, and occasional rejection could heighten our feelings.

There was no helping it-I was too poor.

I had to put a lot of thought into stringing Xu Zhiyan along.

When even basic needs are a struggle, being too moral doesn’t keep you alive long.

My roommate was a rich young lady, so of course she didn’t have such thoughts; she got into Xu Zhiyan’s car with a smile.

Xu Zhiyan was flattered, personally getting out to open the door for her.

My roommate wore my white dress, her hair flowing, her figure slender, fitting all the characteristics of a white moonlight.

She looked very well-matched standing next to Xu Zhiyan.

Truly wonderful.

I slowly rolled up the car window and smiled silently.

I sincerely wished them a long and lasting relationship.

The Jiang Family villa was huge, nothing like my shabby rental.

Jiang Father and Mother Jiang sat in the living room, their gazes indifferent as they looked at me. This was probably the restraint of the rich.

“Bailu, next week you’ll accompany me to a charity gala.

“Prepare in advance; there will be reporters taking photos.

“The son of the Richest Man in Hong Kong, Zhou Nian’an, will also attend. Mother hopes you can get acquainted with him.”

I smiled and nodded. “Yes, Mother, I understand.”

A trace of surprise flickered in Mother Jiang’s eyes, and she slightly curled her lips:

“The Jiang Family young miss is quite sensible today.

“I thought I’d have to persuade you.”

I demurely lowered my head, went over, hugged Mother Jiang’s arm, and rested my head on her shoulder.

“I’m not a child anymore; I understand these things.”

Mother Jiang patted my shoulder. “It’s best that you’re sensible.”

Jiang Father also nodded approvingly.

“Bailu, this is good. Your uncle’s son Jiang Baifeng has already started taking over the Elder Jiang’s business. I have only you as a daughter. How much of the Elder Jiang’s assets you’ll receive in the future depends on your own abilities.”

The Jiang Family was a large clan; they appeared united on the outside, but inside there was constant scheming, everyone eyeing Elder Jiang’s possessions.

Before, Jiang Bailu had always been at a disadvantage among her peers.

As the most inconspicuous child in the Jiang Family, she had always blamed these problems on her lack of beauty and her parents pushing her too hard.

But she never understood that in the face of absolute competence, beauty was never worth mentioning.

In the mirror, my features were plain, but my wheat-toned skin glowed with health, my hair was jet-black, and every corner of my expression carried the elegance that only money could cultivate.

People probably desire what they lack. Just as I could never understand how someone could give up a privileged, hopeful life to chase after a love with an unknown ending.