Lin Yue Shu managed to reach his current position in the entertainment industry, thanks in no small part to the support of his fans. Unlike those arrogant celebrities, he understood the principle that “fans are as important as one’s livelihood,” and he devoted most of his energy to maintaining his fan base.
Until one day, a group of novel enthusiasts invaded his super topic, claiming that although they didn’t follow the entertainment industry, they had to come and watch. That’s when he realized he had inadvertently shared a name with the protagonist of a certain novel.
In an attempt to convert these novel enthusiasts into his own fans, Lin Yue Shu opened the novel titled “Little Beauty Becomes a Plaything [NTR Ugly Attack Humiliation]” to find common ground. The title terrified him, but he could only grit his teeth and read on, forcing himself to take breaks after every two lines.
The story was about a washed-up celebrity in the entertainment industry who, in pursuit of power and wealth, resorted to drugging, taking photos, and blackmailing. In the end, under the pressure of public opinion, the powerful figure married the washed-up celebrity, causing the powerful figure’s true love to leave in heartbreak, only to encounter bad people and be gang-raped. The washed-up celebrity, instead of helping, took photos and sent them to the powerful figure for mutual enjoyment.
From that day on, the powerful figure became completely twisted.
This was a story with no moral compass, a thoroughly depraved tale. The protagonist, the washed-up celebrity, was tasted by everyone, whether it was a high-quality boss or an ugly pig-headed villain, with the powerful figure orchestrating everything.
Having lost his true love, the powerful figure’s only pleasure in life was watching the protagonist drool and say, “I’m a slut,” reaching the peak of his despicable enjoyment.
When Lin Yue Shu finished reading the entire novel, he couldn’t imagine what kind of audacious author could write such a thing. Instead of marveling at the author’s “remarkable literary talent,” Lin Yue Shu was more worried about his own safety.
After careful analysis, he determined that he had transmigrated into the novel.
The little card just mentioned Ling Man, who was the true love that left in heartbreak in the original story. And the waterfall chandelier above, repeatedly mentioned in the novel, was a lazy way for the author to describe the environment, with a single waterfall chandelier running through the entire story.
Lin Yue Shu laughed. Compared to those unlucky ones who transmigrated into cannon fodder, he was quite lucky; at least he was the protagonist. But this was a work from Haitanghua.
He had heard from his assistant that the works from this website had ten protagonists and eleven black holes, even the innocent passersby had to cosplay as wooden stakes for Wing Chun before leaving.
Lin Yue Shu subconsciously touched his backside.
He remembered the original plot vividly because the shattered moral compass forced him to take breaks repeatedly, reading a single scene seven or eight times.
He still remembered that the original protagonist was drugged by his husband and sent to his boss’s bed, listening to the original protagonist’s moans under someone else, while the husband watched through surveillance, originally to avenge his true love, laughing at the original protagonist’s humiliation. But as he listened, he got excited.
From that day on, the husband opened the door to a new world.
Next, next…
Lin Yue Shu’s pupils suddenly shook.
Next, the husband tricked the original protagonist into attending the Weibo Night for celebrities, got him drunk, and sent him to the bed of a famous director.
The original text described the director as:
Like a skinny monkey wearing human skin, don’t be fooled by his small and thin appearance, his body hair was lush, exuding a strong fishy smell.
Lin Yue Shu: …
According to the brief description in the original text, the original protagonist did sleep with the monkey director once and got the luxury endorsement he wanted, slightly elevating his status.
Lin Yue Shu gritted his teeth: Monkey, no; endorsement, yes.
He looked around and saw the suitcase the man had sent through the waiter.
When he opened it, his eyes turned pink.
Stacks and stacks of cash, all in RMB. He counted roughly 500,000.
Quite generous.
Lin Yue Shu had two standards:
Before transmigrating, a big shot once offered a billion to buy his first night, and he directly threw a tax certificate in their face:
“I pay more taxes than this every year, are you trying to amuse me?”
But the man gave him 500,000, and he actually thought:
Such a high-quality male not only let me enjoy myself but also gave me 500,000 to make me happy, what a good person.
Lin Yue Shu couldn’t quite remember the man’s face, but he remembered the breathtaking moment when their eyes met.
He snapped back to reality and rummaged through the suitcase again, finding nothing but money.
In this age of advanced online payments, using cash for transactions was a way to keep his identity hidden.
Lin Yue Shu chuckled softly, waving a stack of RMB.
Too bad for you, you ran into me.
*
Lin Yue Shu stood at the entrance of a welfare institute, holding the suitcase, and looked up.
The old welfare institute showed signs of struggling to hold on, but the children playing in the yard were dressed cleanly, jumping around like a group of happy little ponies.
As he watched, Lin Yue Shu felt a bit dazed.
Suddenly, dark clouds covered the welfare institute, and the children, dressed in rags, hugged their legs in the corners, their small bodies trembling.
A pot-bellied middle-aged man, pants not properly worn, leered as he pulled a little boy’s hand, coaxing:
“Good boy, come inside with uncle, okay?”
The child struggled violently, shaking his head, his small hands gripping the swing ropes tightly, but his frail body was dragged into the house by the middle-aged man with a strong pull.
Soon, cries of a young child echoed from the house, heart-wrenching, accompanied by the sound of slaps falling continuously. The children in the yard hung their heads low, covering their ears, not daring to open their eyes.
“Sir? Sir?” A gentle female voice interrupted Lin Yue Shu’s thoughts.
Lin Yue Shu snapped out of it, meeting a kind and gentle face.
“I’m the director here. I’ve seen you standing here for a while. Is there something I can help you with?” The amiable middle-aged woman asked with a smile.
Lin Yue Shu opened his mouth, following her gaze, and saw a group of children trailing behind the director. They had been playing happily in the yard just now, but seeing the director, they followed her like little tails, sticking close.
“I…” Lin Yue Shu smiled, “My boss wants to provide financial assistance to your institute.”
The director’s face lit up with joy, and she quickly opened the door to invite Lin Yue Shu inside.
On the way to the office, the director walked with difficulty, as the children loved her so much, calling her “Mom” and surrounding her, asking her to play games with them.
Once in the office, the director called a teacher to take the children away, then poured Lin Yue Shu a cup of hot tea.
Lin Yue Shu placed the suitcase on the table and got straight to the point:
“My boss sent me here. It’s almost winter, and he said the children need some warm facilities.”
The director asked which company he was from, and Lin Yue Shu thought for a moment and said:
“Hain Group.”
“Ah, it must be Representative Huo who sent you.” The director’s expression brightened.
Lin Yue Shu’s eyes suddenly lifted, Representative Huo?
He didn’t know the name of the boss who took the original protagonist’s first time in the original text. The author only cared about the physical aspects, not the emotional ones, using terms like “boss, director, photographer.”
But the author’s only merit was giving the original protagonist’s husband’s company a name—Hain Group.
However, with many bosses within the group, Lin Yue Shu couldn’t be sure which boss was the man he slept with last night.
At this point, he decided to take a gamble.
“Yes, Representative Huo sent me.” Lin Yue Shu said.
The director took out a photo album from the drawer, filled with pictures of kind-hearted people who had supported the welfare institute.
She turned to a page, pointing at a photo with a smile:
“Representative Huo is very thoughtful. A few years ago, he donated a batch of medical equipment to our welfare institute, bought new clothes for the children, and left a lot of money, helping us through the toughest times. I didn’t expect that after so long, he still remembers these poor children.”
Lin Yue Shu leaned over to look. The man in the photo was dressed in a suit, with sharp and beautiful features, exuding a delicate and transparent aura nurtured by wealth and luxury.
But Lin Yue Shu had difficulty remembering faces. Even if a long-time friend asked him to recall their appearance, he couldn’t fully describe their features.
But Lin Yue Shu could confirm that the man in the photo was the one he had an intense encounter with last night. His mind might not remember, but his body did. Just meeting the gaze of the person in the photo made a hot sensation rise in his lower abdomen.
Lin Yue Shu crossed his legs and glanced at the man’s name:
Huo Yi Sen.
Ha, he guessed right.
Lin Yue Shu handed over the money, then followed the director on a tour of the welfare institute. As it was getting late, he prepared to leave, but before he did, he said:
“Director, please call tonight to provide feedback on the sponsorship, so my boss can be at ease.”
“No problem, take care.”
On the way back, Lin Yue Shu opened Weibo and clicked into the official page of Weibo Night, reviewing the list of invited guests. The first name on the list was Huo Yi Sen.
Before visiting the welfare institute, Lin Yue Shu had tried every possible way to confirm the man’s identity. He speculated:
Since the original protagonist’s husband was invited to attend Weibo Night, his boss would surely appear on the list as well.
The list was usually sorted by the size of the guests’ status, so he guessed that the first-ranked “Huo Yi Sen” might be the man from last night.
But he couldn’t be sure, so he made the effort to visit the welfare institute, confirming his hypothesis.
Lin Yue Shu went to buy an infrared detector, returned to the hotel, turned off the lights, and scanned every corner, finally finding a pinhole camera behind a painting.
One look, and he knew it was the work of his cheap husband.
He took out the camera’s disk, examining it for a while, then borrowed a computer from the hotel. He censored the key parts of the video, leaving only the face visible, and then found a paparazzi account on Weibo, sending a private message:
[Do me a favor, name your price once it’s done.]
Half a day later, the other party replied with a “smile” emoji, swiftly sending a WeChat ID.
Lin Yue Shu negotiated the price with the paparazzi on WeChat, and the other party requested a 50,000 deposit. Lin Yue Shu also wanted to see how much the original protagonist had saved over the years in the industry.
He tried entering his card password, failed, and then, on a whim, chose facial recognition login, which actually worked.
The next second, Lin Yue Shu couldn’t smile anymore.
[Balance: 72.23 yuan.]
Author’s Note:
Anyway, some words, the CEOs can figure out themselves, they’re all homophones.