Chapter:01
The Bootlicker’s Get-Rich System
“Yu Zhi, Pei Nian’an just fell down — why are you still standing there like an idiot? Aren’t you her bootlicker? If you don’t go over there now, her wound might heal up before you do!”
As soon as those words dropped, laughter erupted around her.
Pei Nian’an?
That name sounded… so familiar.
Bootlicker? Were they talking about her?
Wait—wasn’t she supposed to be dead? She clearly remembered choking to death on a bubble tea pearl!
So how the hell did she end up as someone’s bootlicker?!
Yu Zhi froze for three seconds before realization struck like lightning—
She had transmigrated into a novel!
And not just any character—
She had become the villainess’s evil little sidekick, a minor henchwoman who happened to share her name!
Yu Zhi gasped sharply and pinched her thigh hard.
Ouch, ouch, ouch!
The pain was real, and so was the memory rushing into her head:
Right now, the story had just begun. The villainous heiress, Pei Nian’an, had scraped her leg after tripping, and the original Yu Zhi — her devoted bootlicker — was supposed to rush to her side to fawn over her.
But the original body wasn’t feeling well that day, so she didn’t go.
Yu Zhi frowned deeply.
Fine, transmigrating she could accept.
But being forced to play a villain’s bootlicker?
Absolutely not! She’d rather die!
[Then go die.]
Yu Zhi: “What the hell was that voice?!”
[Simple question: you wanna die… or get rich?]
After five years of being a corporate wage slave, Yu Zhi didn’t even hesitate—
“Get rich!!!”
Of course, she wanted to get rich!
[Smart girl! Binding now!]
A cheerful, bubbly voice suddenly exploded in her head.
[Ding! Congratulations, host — you’ve successfully bound to the Bootlicker’s Get-Rich System!]
[Our motto: Praise her! Protect her! Drive the white lotuses crazy! And the money rolls in!]
[Newbie mission: Immediately go and win the villainess heiress Pei Nian’an’s favor, or you’ll be erased~]
[Countdown: 10 minutes.]
Yu Zhi: “???”
Her legs moved faster than her brain.
The moment she dashed out of the classroom, someone blurted out behind her:
“Whoa, what was that blur?”
“Who else? Yu Zhi, of course! Her boss fell down — she’s gotta go serve her!”
When Yu Zhi burst into the school infirmary, the place was in chaos.
Pei Nian’an was half-lying on the bed, surrounded by people pretending to care.
She looked utterly annoyed. Scanning the crowd, she suddenly asked:
“I’m injured — where’s Chengnian-ge? Didn’t anyone tell him I got hurt? Why hasn’t he come to see me?”
The room fell silent. Everyone exchanged nervous glances, but no one dared answer.
Yu Zhi seized the moment and slipped inside.
“Miss Pei! How are you feeling?”
Pei Nian’an’s cold gaze darted to her.
“What are you doing here?”
Facing Pei Nian’an’s porcelain-doll face, Yu Zhi couldn’t help blurting out sincerely:
“You’re so beautiful!”
The air froze.
Pei Nian’an’s haughty expression cracked — her lips twitched twice, then began curving upward before she quickly suppressed the smile.
She lifted her chin proudly and muttered:
“Hmph, you’re only realizing that now?”
[Congratulations, host! Mission complete. Reward issued~]
Yu Zhi’s phone buzzed. A new message popped up:
[Account ending in 7788 has received ¥50,000. Current balance: ¥50,123.45.]
Yu Zhi: “WHAT THE—?!”
She almost dropped her phone.
50,000 yuan?!
Just for one compliment?!
She hadn’t even done anything yet!
Was the villainess really that easy to please?
Yu Zhi’s eyes gleamed.
This wasn’t a villainess…
This was a walking, talking money tree!
Without hesitation, she rushed forward, grabbed Pei Nian’an’s hand, and looked at her with fiery devotion:
“Miss Pei, from now on, you’re my real big sister! Honestly, your hair alone outshines everyone else’s entire existence! And your aura, your figure— if you’re not at Paris Fashion Week, I’m not watching it!”
Pei Nian’an blinked, her arrogance starting to crumble. Frowning, she said:
“Enough! Don’t act. I know what you’re after. You’re just like the rest of them—you’re all after my—”
“Your money? Damn right I am!”
Yu Zhi grinned as she stared at her updated bank balance.
Then, completely unashamed, she added:
“What, you expect me to be after your bad temper instead?”
The room fell silent again.
Oops. She might’ve said the quiet part out loud.
Before Yu Zhi could backtrack, Pei Nian’an suddenly burst into tears.
“Chengnian-ge doesn’t even care about me anymore, and now you’re saying such horrible things to me… Can’t you at least lie to make me feel better?”
Yu Zhi: “???”
Why was this villainess not following the script at all?!
Pei Nian’an sniffled, her nose red from crying.
“I want to go home! This stupid hospital reeks of disinfectant!”
“Okay, okay, we’ll go home,” Yu Zhi nodded frantically.
Turns out the evil heiress had a surprisingly fragile side.
“But I don’t wanna walk…” Pei Nian’an pouted, swaying slightly.
Yu Zhi’s eyes flashed.
“Wait here!”
Three minutes later, she came barreling back in — pushing a wheelchair, complete with a soft cushion she’d “borrowed” from the nurses’ station.
Pei Nian’an gawked.
“You—”
“Relax! I’m a professional bootlicker,” Yu Zhi gave a thumbs-up. “Quality service guaranteed!”
She deftly lifted Pei Nian’an into the chair, handed her an opened bottle of water, then pulled out a lacy parasol.
“Can’t have our delicate Miss Pei getting sunburned by UV rays, can we?”
Pei Nian’an was so stunned she forgot to cry.
Holding the water bottle, she stammered:
“Did you just… princess-carry me?”
“Yep. Don’t worry about it — I’ve got plenty of muscle.” Yu Zhi said solemnly, clamping the parasol under her arm as she pushed the wheelchair out.
“Let’s go! Escorting Miss Pei home!”
The other followers in the room exchanged looks, then quietly slipped away.
Seriously—
Since when did bootlicking become such a competitive sport?!
Who could possibly out-bootlick Yu Zhi now?
Just as the room emptied and Yu Zhi started pushing Pei Nian’an out, the door suddenly opened again.
“Pei Nian’an.”
Yu Zhi turned toward the voice.
A tall man stood at the door, his tailored suit emphasizing his sharp shoulders and long legs. His eyes swept over Pei Nian’an in the wheelchair, expression unreadable.
“Brother?” Pei Nian’an’s eyes lit up. “You came!”
“You said you broke your leg. I came to see.”
Pei Yanci frowned as his gaze dropped to her knees.
“Which leg’s broken?”
Pei Nian’an blinked and pointed at a tiny scrape on her right knee.
“Here.”
Pei Yanci: “…”
A vein pulsed on his forehead. He was clearly holding back laughter—or rage.
“Pei Nian’an, if I’d come any later, that scab would’ve fallen off already! Is this how you waste public resources at school?”
Seeing Pei Nian’an lower her head in silence, Yu Zhi decided this was her cue to perform.
She strode forward, expression solemn.
“Our Miss Pei’s injury looks small, but it’s right on a crucial joint! Look, it’s even bleeding a little! She’s never suffered pain like this before in her entire life!”
Then, for good measure, Yu Zhi secretly pinched her thigh again—forcing out two tears.
“It honestly breaks my heart to see her like this…”
Died choking to death on bubble tea? Competitive bootlicking? I am really happu to have found this one. Thank you for translating it.