Chapter 1: The Disappearance of the Film Emperor, Lin Xingmian!

A blinding white light tore through the night as a massive truck hurtled toward him at breakneck speed.

Lin Xingmian’s face was filled with panic, his instincts screaming at him to move.

But his feet were rooted to the ground, as if nailed to the crosswalk.

“Worthless! Get out of the entertainment industry!”

“How shameless! A film emperor like you, acting like that in public!”

“Do you know how much money you’ve cost us? Stop pretending to be noble—you’re not the film emperor you used to be!”

“How can an Alpha like you even dare to keep living?”

Twisted faces, sharp accusations, and mocking laughter flashed through his mind.

The once-friendly smiles of those who had fawned over him now turned into monstrous black beasts, tearing him apart without mercy, devouring him piece by piece.

Lin Xingmian’s body trembled uncontrollably, his tightly sealed lips parting slightly.

The next moment, a tremendous force slammed into him, sending him flying.

A loud *crack* echoed, as if something had snapped.

His body hit the ground, and a metallic taste of blood surged into his nose. Blood spilled uncontrollably from his mouth.

Tears streamed down his face as Lin Xingmian lay there, too weak to struggle, letting the warm blood pool around him, staining the asphalt road red.

His ears rang with emptiness, feeling nothing but excruciating pain.

His vision darkened, and snowflakes, like willow catkins, drifted down from the sky.

The snow landed on his blood-stained fingertips, spreading a crimson hue.

“Ji Ansheng wins the Golden Eagle Award for Best Actor, achieving a triple crown and becoming a true grand slam film emperor…”

A faint voice reached his ears, and Lin Xingmian turned his gaze toward the source.

An electronic screen on the street was playing a video of the newly crowned film emperor. A man who bore a striking resemblance to him—about 70% similar—held a trophy, smiling brightly as he spoke.

Lin Xingmian stared at the screen, his blood-stained lips curling into a faint, bitter smile.

The next moment, a heavy black tire rolled over his body, splattering blood everywhere.

……

“The nominees for this year’s Golden Eagle Award are still the same veterans.”

“I think it should be Mr. Lin. His acting is solid, and his latest film, *Clash*, has been a massive hit. In terms of commercial value and fame, Mr. Lin deserves it.”

Two young actors sat in a corner, whispering their thoughts.

Though their voices were low, they didn’t escape the ears of their fellow actors at the table. Everyone glanced subtly at Lin Xingmian, who sat at the center of the round table.

Lin Xingmian remained calm, seemingly unbothered.

He silently picked up the glass of water beside him, his right fingertips trembling slightly.

Even someone as composed as Lin Xingmian could feel nervous, it seemed.

The others at the table exhaled quietly, their own tension rising unconsciously.

“Excuse me, everyone. I need to step out to freshen up,” Lin Xingmian said calmly, standing up and buttoning his suit.

“Of course, Mr. Lin, this way,” a young assistant from the event organizers immediately stepped forward, guiding him toward the edge of the venue.

Lin Xingmian nodded slightly and followed the assistant.

Everything felt so familiar—this awards ceremony scene had appeared countless times in his nightmares.

But this time, was it real?

Lin Xingmian clenched his right fist, the faint pain in his palm feeling all too real.

He had been reborn.

With memories that didn’t originally belong to him, he had been reborn!

“Mr. Lin, please go ahead. I’ll wait for you here,” the assistant stopped at the restroom door and said.

Lin Xingmian nodded and pushed open the door to the Alpha restroom.

The moment the door closed, Lin Xingmian leaned weakly against the sink, one hand tugging at his black-and-gold tie.

The automatic faucet turned on, and water gushed out, splashing against the sink.

Lin Xingmian looked up at the man in the mirror, his pale pupils trembling.

His handsome face was unnaturally pale, and the corners of his eyes were wet and red.

He had really returned—returned to the Golden Eagle Awards ceremony three years ago, the beginning of his downfall.

In about 10 minutes, he would win the Golden Eagle Best Actor award, becoming the youngest actor to achieve a grand slam.

However, as soon as he stepped onto the stage to accept the award, the potent drug in his system would take effect.

He would lose all rationality in an instant, strip off his suit in front of thousands of viewers, and attempt to forcefully kiss the innocent omega host.

From that moment on, he would fall into an abyss, transforming from the white moonlight of countless omegas into a promiscuous, uncontrollable scumbag.

His manager and the company executives would add insult to injury, exploiting him even more, withholding his appearance fees, and even considering removing his gland to make him a plaything for certain powerful figures.

He fought back with all his might, spending three years in legal battles to break free from the company.

Just as he was preparing to make a comeback, what awaited him was death.

His life ended like this, but at the moment of his death, a flash of white light entered his mind, and he realized that everything had been orchestrated.

He was living in the background of a novel, not even given a proper appearance—his name only mentioned in passing by side characters and the protagonist.

All of it was merely a setup for the protagonist to break his record, becoming the youngest grand slam Best Actor at 26.

Absurd and ridiculous, yet perfectly logical!

Lin Xingmian splashed water on his face repeatedly, trying to regain his composure.

The events hadn’t happened yet—there was still a chance to turn things around!

Since fate had given him this opportunity, he had a chance to rise again!

Lin Xingmian swiftly removed his suit and tie, tossing them into the black trash bin.

He cleared his throat and called out, “Xiao Liu, there’s no tissue in the restroom. Go get me a pack.”

The assistant waiting outside was startled but immediately replied, “Oh, oh, I’ll get you some tissue right away!”

As the footsteps outside faded, Lin Xingmian casually unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves.

He ran his wet hands through his meticulously styled hair, messing it up and parting it haphazardly.

The slightly longer black strands covered half of his face as he hunched his back slightly, altering his gait, and walked leisurely out of the restroom.

The music on stage was deafening, and the energetic omega girls were dancing enthusiastically in front of the cameras. No one noticed him.

He walked through the passage connecting to the backstage and opened the emergency exit.

The heat inside his body was gradually rising, and he couldn’t help but quicken his pace as he ran upstairs.

In his previous life, he had suspected that a rival had drugged him and investigated every actor and celebrity who had shared the table with him. Not only did he find nothing, but he also strained his relationships with them.

Later, when he sought treatment for severe insomnia at the hospital’s psychology department, he learned about a special aphrodisiac that could delay its effects by an hour.

At the time, his personal assistant had taken a sudden leave, and all the food, water, and drinks he consumed that day had been handled by his manager, Tang Xia.

Tang Xia and he had been close friends for many years, and it was Tang Xia who had introduced him to the industry. He had never doubted Tang Xia.

But now, it seemed that everything had been leading up to this moment. In his previous life, he had been nothing more than a ridiculous and pitiful clown, allowing the main culprit to act freely by his side.

This time, if he managed to escape, he would never let Tang Xia off the hook!

He quickly walked through the backstage corridor and casually grabbed a baseball cap from the prop team’s cart.

The venue was exceptionally large, and to prevent fans from sneaking in, there were only two exits—one at the front and one at the back.

The entire first floor was divided into countless small rooms, and the winding corridors seemed endless.

He pulled the baseball cap low over his head, shoved his hands into his pockets, and turned the corner.

At that moment, a staff member brushed past him, and the walkie-talkie clipped to their belt suddenly crackled with a familiar yet panicked voice.

“Attention all backstage personnel! The award-winning actor Lin Xingmian is missing! The award-winning actor Lin Xingmian is missing! Security personnel have been fully mobilized!”

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Reading Notes:

The main CP of this story: A double-faced, aloof cat-like award-winning actor vs. a flirtatious, devoted mixed-blood antagonist.

Alternatively, it can be described as: A cold-on-the-outside, warm-on-the-inside artistic genius acting student (shou) vs. a hypocritical, insatiable adult wolf-dog who can go 49 times a week (gong).

A sweet story with elements of arranged marriage and slight revenge~

A new book has begun, dear readers, don’t miss it as you pass by~ Ah~ Ah~ (360-degree waving~)