Everyone entered the room and sat down on the sofas. The cameras were aimed at them — tonight’s half-hour livestream officially began.
The original host had only been doing this casually; her resources and popularity weren’t great, so her seat was arranged at the far right.
Su An’an, however, sat in the center position (C position). At this moment, she had only recently signed a contract with the male lead.
“Friends in front of your screens, hello. My name is Bai Jin, thank you all…” Each person had their own livestream room, and Bai Jin greeted her viewers.
Since the original host had been in the industry for a year, she had some fans. A few hundred people were watching.
“Thank you ‘Me’ for gifting 10 rockets.”
“Thank you ‘Me’ for gifting 10 rockets.”
“Thank you ‘Me’…”
While Bai Jin was introducing herself, a user named “Me” started wildly sending gifts in her livestream.
Within one minute, one hundred rockets flooded the screen — after platform deductions, this was equivalent to one million in cash.
“666 — bow down to the big boss!”
“Lol, looks like someone is self-spending.”
“Our Jinjin is really being pushed hard!”
The bullet comments exploded. Viewers from other artists’ livestreams also rushed in after hearing about it.
Bai Jin didn’t notice the chaos in the chat. She simply smiled faintly while watching others introduce themselves.
Backstage, the director looked at Bai Jin’s livestream data and assumed this was arranged by her agency, so he didn’t think much of it.
He didn’t stop the gifts either — no one was being forced to donate, and more money was better for the show.
At a villa.
Ji Xiaoyun, wearing silk pajamas, gently swirled a glass of red wine while staring at Bai Jin on the screen with deep eyes.
That one million… had casually been sent by him.
In the livestream, the host asked Bai Jin about her expectations for a boyfriend.
“First, he has to be very handsome.” Bai Jin smiled slightly at the camera and said half-jokingly, half-seriously, “He must have good character, and most importantly, he has to spoil me unconditionally. If I point east, he must not dare to go west.”
The host laughed. “Haha, it seems your standards are quite high!”
“Hahaha, if such a boyfriend exists, give me a dozen!”
“Tch, if you want someone that obedient, go date a dog.”
“Get lost upstairs!”
The chat started arguing. Some haters directly attacked Bai Jin, saying her values were problematic.
Backstage, the director saw that Bai Jin’s livestream had generated heated discussion, so he immediately instructed someone to push a trending topic.
Soon, #BaiJin’sDatingStandards: Boyfriend Must Be More Obedient Than a Dog# appeared on hot search.
Netizens flooded into the livestream to scold her — but unfortunately, the broadcast time was already over.
Bai Jin, having been in the industry in her past life, naturally understood that controversy equals traffic.
Still, she felt speechless when she realized she had been scolded onto trending topics right after going offline.
Her agency, however, was thrilled — even black publicity was still publicity.
The production crew was staying at a resort hotel.
Several female artists were assigned to share one room.
After removing her makeup, Bai Jin came out and saw Su An’an biting her lip, looking wronged yet stubborn.
She paused, then noticed that the other female artists were clearly ignoring and excluding Su An’an.
Just as she was hesitating whether she should try to get on good terms with the female lead, Wang Shu suddenly grabbed her hand enthusiastically:
“Oh my god, Bai Jin, your skin is so smooth! What face mask do you use?”
She then pulled Bai Jin aside — clearly trying to prevent her from interacting with Su An’an.
Meanwhile, Su An’an headed toward the bathroom to wash up, but just as she reached the door, someone deliberately bumped into her.
Bai Jin silently watched without stepping in to help. To her, all of this was simply “plot.”
She even secretly hoped that once the storyline finished and reached the ending, she might be able to return to her own world.
Though deep down, she faintly knew that chance was slim.
That night, Bai Jin tossed and turned, unable to sleep. When she woke up, faint dark circles were visible under her eyes.
The next day, the show selected “ordinary participants” from online applicants based on the artists’ preferences.
Bai Jin’s request was rather strange, leaving the production team speechless — but fortunately, her agency had already arranged someone in advance.
Just as the director was about to reveal the list, he received a phone call.
He stared at Bai Jin on the screen for a long moment before responding respectfully.
At the outdoor stage of the resort hotel.
After selecting their participants, the artists turned their backs, waiting for their “fated partner” to appear behind them.
Wang Shu and the others turned first and gasped.
Bai Jin knew — they must have seen the popular idol Zhao Wenlong standing behind Su An’an.
Soon it was Bai Jin’s turn. Knowing her agency had arranged someone, she prepared to look pleasantly surprised.
She turned around —
Her expression shifted from curiosity to exaggerated shock… then her eyes widened in disbelief.
Why was Ji Xiaoyun standing behind her?
As she turned, the livestream camera also focused on him. Viewers didn’t recognize him as the CEO of Four Seasons Group, but they were stunned by his looks.
“Are you telling me this is an ordinary person? 🧐”
“Wow, he’s so handsome!”
“Brother, debut on the spot!”
“Lol, if this isn’t staged, I’ll livestream eating #!”
The comments flooded in.
Bai Jin locked eyes with Ji Xiaoyun, her brows slightly furrowed in confusion.
【What did I do? Why is the male second lead here?】
She glanced at Su An’an.
【If he came, he should be for the female lead, right? Did Zhao Wenlong steal his role?】
【That doesn’t make sense… in the original novel, Ji Xiaoyun and the female lead have only met once or twice by now.】
Ji Xiaoyun’s expression darkened for a moment — he could hear her inner thoughts, and she kept calling him “male second lead.”
【Sigh… why is the plot changing? I didn’t do anything extra… will this affect my chances of going back?】
As she was thinking, a tall shadow loomed over her.
She looked up — Ji Xiaoyun was much taller than she expected, probably close to 190 cm.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable, she instinctively stepped back.
Ji Xiaoyun extended his hand with a gentle, charming smile:
“Hello, Bai Jin.”
She reached out. The moment their hands touched, a sudden static shock made her flinch, almost pulling her hand away.
He calmly held her hand for a second longer before letting go.
A faint tingling sensation remained in his palm, and his gaze grew deeper.
The host briefly introduced everyone, then it was Su An’an’s turn to turn around.
When she saw Zhao Wenlong, she covered her mouth in shock, her face turning red with excitement.
The livestream audience went wild — viewer numbers skyrocketed by hundreds every minute.
“Why is it you…” Su An’an began to speak, but then noticed Ji Xiaoyun standing beside him.
Her lips parted in surprise.
【Here comes the female lead halo…】