[You’ve received a new rental invitation.]

[Rental period: October 23, 2030, 6:00 PM to 9:00 PM (3 hours). Estimated earnings: 150 yuan. Please review the renter’s profile and accept or decline within one hour.]

[Note: The renter selected the “No Compensation for Rejection” service. The requested time falls within your availability window. Rejecting without valid reason may deduct credit points.]

In the hospital room, faintly scented with disinfectant, a soft *ding* chimed. I reached for the brand-new phone beside my bed with my pale, slightly sickly small hand.

The screen displayed the interface of a dating app called “Flower Cat.”

I unlocked it with my fingerprint, opened the app, and tapped the so-called “renter’s profile.”

Photos and a detailed profile popped up on the large screen—

Renter: Liang Zhiming (VIP Level 1)

Profile: Male, 21, Scorpio, 173cm, 60kg. Non-smoker, non-drinker. Anime lover, total otaku. Current college student. Hometown: Guiyuan Province, Xiangcao City.

Message: “My first love of five years cheated on me with my high school best friend. Tonight’s class reunion—they’ll both be there. Your photos match my type. Your bio says you handle any dating scenario. Please help me save face.”

Note: “If the pay’s too low, I’ll add more.”

Holy cow… what a bombshell to start with.

Skimming the Flower Cat notification, I let out a silent sigh.

Then I opened my own profile—

Name: Bi Xin Xue (Flower Cat Platinum Contract User)

Gender: Female

Age: 17 (DOB: December 23, 2012)

Height: 163cm | Weight: 48kg

Occupation: College student

Specialties: All scenarios

“Xiao Xue.”

The door opened. Mom and Grandma entered, holding discharge papers. “All set. Change in the bathroom, then we head back to school.”

Mom tossed me a short-sleeved shirt and jeans.

“Mom will give you 1,200 yuan monthly now. Don’t carry too much weight. Life always has its bumps.”

“Mm.” I took the clothes, voice tinged with guilt. “Sorry, Mom. I won’t do it again.”

Mom’s face lit up. “It’s okay. Go change.”

“Okay.”

I threw off the blanket, slipped into slippers, and stepped into the nearby bathroom, closing the door.

*Phew—*

I splashed water on my face, then faced the mirror, studying the girl within.

“I’m sorry…”

She matched the app description: ~160cm, 17, cute face, near-perfect figure—the very image of a “youthful beauty.”

But her lips were pale, complexion wan—a girl just recovered from illness.

“I’ll care for Mom and Grandma in your place. So…”

Bowing my head, I pressed my palms together before the mirror.

“Rest peacefully on the other side.”

After the prayer, I shed the hospital gown and pulled on the T-shirt and jeans.

This all began with my “previous life.”

Yes—I’m a transmigrator. Or rather… a reincarnator.

In my past life, I was just a lazy novelist. One night, typing to meet a deadline, dizziness struck. I collapsed. Woke up here.

Seventeen years of foreign memories flooded my mind. Half a day later, I understood: I’d reincarnated into Bi Xin Xue.

From a “28-year-old uncle” to a “17-year-old youthful beauty.”

Her story was tragic:

Born in a remote town, raised by Grandma. Parents worked far away. Poor. Bullied for having no parents.

At six, Dad dragged her for a paternity test. Result: not his. Parents divorced. She went to Mom.

Then—the classic “left-behind child” arc.

Mom sent money monthly for school and Grandma’s medicine, returning only at year’s end. Grandma, elderly and frail, couldn’t connect. Friendless, she grew withdrawn.

Even with cute looks and a great figure, she had zero friends through middle and high school. Barely scraped into a mediocre college.

There, seeing classmates flaunt allowances of 2,000–5,000 yuan—new dresses, phones, cosmetics—while she had under 1,000 for food and basics… bitterness grew. Three months ago, she took a 6,000-yuan online loan for a phone.

Everyone knows online loans are a trap.

Missed payment? Borrow elsewhere. Rob Peter to pay Paul. Debt snowballed.

She’d also signed up for Flower Cat days ago.

Not a loan app—a companion service. Pay to hire “temporary boyfriends” or “girlfriends.”

New users got a 300-yuan “sign-up bonus,” but had to accept orders actively. Too many rejections? Breach of contract.

Desperate after the loan, she saw the ad, signed a three-year contract, used the bonus to pay debt.

Later, realizing the phone brought no friends, drowning in nearly 20,000 yuan debt Mom couldn’t cover… she broke. Climbed Xiangcao City’s river bridge. Jumped.

That was Bi Xin Xue’s life.

In short: I, a novelist “uncle,” reincarnated into a college girl burdened with 19,800 yuan in predatory debt and a three-year Flower Cat contract.

Luckily, I inherited her memories and habits—so facing “Mom” and “Grandma” didn’t feel awkward.

“Xiao Xue, your phone’s ringing.”

Freshly changed, I took it from Mom. “Earned it from part-time work,” I said lightly.

Glancing at the unknown number, I headed toward the door. “Mom, I’ll take this outside.”

“Hello?”

Outside the ward, I answered.

“Miss Bi Xin Xue, ending in 4692?”

“Yes.”

“Flower Cat customer service, ID 4396. After signing with us, you auto-rejected two requests: Oct 21 at 3 PM and Oct 22 at 6 PM—both within your availability window, past confirmation time, no valid reason. Credit score dropped to -10. Are you facing difficulties?”

“Ah… No difficulties. Lost my phone these past days. Just got it back.”

“I see.” Her tone eased. “Then Mr. Liang Zhiming’s current rental request—no issue?”

“Hmm… I’d like to contact him first about requirements.”

“Of course. As a Platinum member, active orders matter. A negative score isn’t ideal, right?”

“I know. We have a contract. I’ll handle it.”

“Thank you. Have a pleasant day.”

*Phew…*

I hung up, took a deep breath in the corridor.

Tightness pressed my chest—Mom’s clothes too small, or this body’s chest too full?

I opened Flower Cat, tapped the rental request again.

“Looks like… I have to take this order. The one where the girlfriend was cheated on by her best friend.”