“Wake up, Sister Jin, have you drunk too much?”
Shaken awake, Bai Jin stared blankly at the flashing colorful lights in the KTV room and the noisy singing around her.
A KTV?
Did she sleepwalk here?
She clearly remembered staying up all night to add scenes for a connected supporting actress at the director’s request, only lying down to sleep at dawn.
So… how did she end up here?
“Should I take you home?” the girl in front of her asked with concern.
“Xiao He…” Bai Jin blurted out the name, even though the face before her was completely unfamiliar.
In the next second, a sharp pain exploded in her mind, and a flood of strange memories poured in.
“…I…” Did she transmigrate?
Bai Jin looked dazed. Her assistant Xiao He assumed she was just drunk and helped her up, guiding her out of the room.
In the hallway of the club, the moment they stepped out, they saw a girl in a very revealing dress—her skirt cut all the way to her thigh—running toward them in tears.
“Damn it, you bitch, you’re dead meat and you still dare to run!” Several men rushed out of a private room chasing after her.
Bai Jin froze. The pretty girl bumped into her while running past.
“Sir, please save me, help me, I beg you…” The girl pushed past Bai Jin and threw herself into a man’s arms, her face flushed unnaturally as she clutched his clothes in desperation.
Bai Jin turned around. Something about this scene felt eerily familiar, but her mind was too foggy to place it.
The men caught up and blocked their way. The girl trembled and burrowed further into the man’s arms.
“Damn bitch!” One man, bleeding from a beer bottle smashed on his head, cursed and reached out to grab her.
A flamboyantly dressed, effeminate man shouted, “Su An’an, why don’t you hurry up and apologize to Young Master Li? Do you even want to survive in the entertainment industry?!”
Su An’an?
Bai Jin’s eyes widened. No wonder this scene felt familiar.
Wasn’t this the Mary Sue female lead from the novel “Brilliant Star Path: CEO Gu, Please Love Me Quietly”?
She stared in shock at Su An’an, then at the man she was clinging to.
Unexpectedly, her gaze met a pair of deep, cold eyes.
The man’s features were extraordinarily handsome—sharp brows slightly furrowed, his dark gaze filled with a hint of suspicion as he looked back at her.
Bai Jin froze.
This… must be the tragic second male lead, Ji Xiaoyun, from the original story?
[Whenever the heroine is sad, he stays by her side. When she’s bullied, he protects her. When the male lead forces her to have an abortion, he steps in to defend her—even willing to destroy himself just to steal her back… this ultimate devoted—no, tragic second male lead, Ji Xiaoyun?]
Standing only a few steps away, Ji Xiaoyun clearly saw that Bai Jin’s lips never moved—yet he distinctly heard her “voice” in his mind.
Recalling the original novel, his fate was horrifying: betrayed by the heroine, destroyed together with the male lead, his family ruined, his father jumping to his death, his mother bedridden. He himself lost both legs in a car accident, and after hearing of his mother’s passing, he burned down his own villa and died in the flames.
[Heh… I must be dreaming. Transmigration is too ridiculous. This is just because I’ve been rewriting scripts too much…]
Before Bai Jin lost consciousness, the last thing she saw was Ji Xiaoyun’s dark eyes.
When she woke again, she was in a bedroom that felt both familiar and foreign.
Sunlight seeped through the curtains. After a long daze, she finally accepted the fact:
She had transmigrated into a novel.
Luckily, she was just an unnamed passerby in the original story—an eighteenth-tier actress from a somewhat wealthy family who entered showbiz chasing stardom.
Thinking back to last night’s encounter with Su An’an and Ji Xiaoyun, his face resurfaced in her mind.
If even the second male lead looked like that… how handsome must the male lead be?
She felt pity thinking about Ji Xiaoyun’s tragic ending in the book.
She went to wash up and stared at herself in the mirror—stunned.
Her face was exactly the same as in her previous life, except she wasn’t wearing glasses. This body apparently had perfect vision.
“…That’s actually kind of amazing,” she muttered.
After going downstairs to eat, her phone rang. Xiao He called to say that last night’s “networking” with the assistant directors had paid off—Bai Jin had been selected to sign a contract for a new romance reality show, “Ordinary People and Stars: Love Match.”
This show was originally low-budget, but had unexpectedly launched several internet-famous “ordinary celebrities.” For someone at her level, this was a huge opportunity.
The only problem?
The female lead, Su An’an, would also be on the show.
As a Mary Sue heroine, every high-quality man naturally gravitated toward her—top idols, movie kings, even hidden big shots would appear as “ordinary guests” just to support her.
Still, Bai Jin figured: I’m just a nobody. I won’t affect the plot.
At 3 p.m., she signed the contract with her agent.
Four Seasons Group — CEO Office
Ji Xiaoyun stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city center.
“Bai Jin…”
On his desk lay her information.
After hearing her inner thoughts last night, he was certain it wasn’t a hallucination.
The woman who crashed into his arms was the so-called “female lead”?
And he was just a pathetic devoted second male lead?
Bai Jin claimed she was “transmigrated.” Did that mean his entire world was fictional?
Ridiculous.
A cold smirk curled his lips—completely different from the gentle, warm Ji Xiaoyun of the novel.
He had already received notifications: both Bai Jin and Su An’an had signed onto the show.
He had already arranged for people to secretly monitor them.
The only thing unclear to him was: who exactly was the male lead?
But he already had a guess.
That night, filming began for the reality show.
All the guests arrived—except Su An’an.
Just when Bai Jin wondered if she remembered wrong, a Bentley pulled up. Su An’an stepped out.
The entire crew whispered—clearly she had a powerful background.
“Hello everyone, I’m so sorry, I think I’m late…” Su An’an bowed politely. “I’ve caused you trouble.”
Bai Jin felt an inexplicable wave of irritation.
She glanced around: the other female guests clearly disliked Su An’an, while the male guests seemed charmed by her.
The director laughed, “No worries, let’s all go inside.”
Bai Jin understood immediately—just like the novel, all women instinctively disliked the heroine, while men adored her.
Even she had been subtly influenced.