I died doing what I loved-chasing deadly viruses across war zones and jungles. I was a world-class infectious disease expert, emotionally detached but good at saving lives. My guilty pleasure? BL novels full of angst, smut, and emotionally constipated men. So when I died in a freak plane crash, my guardian angel gave me a choice. I asked to be reincarnated into one of my favorite BL novels. I did not ask to be reincarnated as the illegitimate daughter of the cold, ruthless CEO male lead-a man so awful he literally tried to buy the other male lead's body in chapter three. Now I'm a four-month-old baby in diapers with one goal: fix this terrible love story. To do that, I'll have to: Turn my emotionally stunted, power-hungry father into a decent human being Save the sweet second male lead from being trafficked and destroyed by plot And oh-be the world's cutest, smartest, most manipulative toddler along the way