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Chapter 1 – The Paper-Thin Male Lead Always Wants to Sleep With Her

Half-curved floor-to-ceiling windows framed the scene: a tall man pressed Jiang Wu against the glass. His cold, ascetic face betrayed no emotion, but his large hands were scorching hot, so strong they almost made her collapse to her knees.

“Slower… I can’t breathe!”

Jiang Wu pushed against his shoulders, stumbling back step by step. Hearing herself make such shameful sounds, she wished she could dig a hole and crawl in!

She had only come to act out a plot point. Who would’ve thought that the “money-printing machine” who had been sitting coldly in front of his computer just a moment ago would suddenly stand up, pin her down, and kiss her like this?

The man exerted a little more strength, lifting her petite frame with ease.

His gaze locked onto the blush flooding her eyes. Then, withdrawing his hand, he said coldly:

“Go back.”

Jiang Wu looked up at him. His breathing was calm, his expression indifferent, as if the one who’d just lost control in the office and nearly taken her on the spot wasn’t him.

She exhaled in relief and nodded obediently.

“Husband, don’t forget to drink the soup.”

She slipped away as fast as she could, fleeing the heated, intoxicating atmosphere.

Sitting in the car, Jiang Wu pressed her fingers hard against her eyes, silently chanting: Lust is emptiness, emptiness is lust.

She was just someone who had transmigrated into a book—once she followed the plot through, she could say goodbye. How could she let herself catch feelings for a paper character in a novel?

As for her backstory, Jiang Wu wanted to cry just thinking about it!

In her past life, she had just won the “Triple Crown” of film awards. At thirty, she was ready to find herself a younger boyfriend and enjoy some passionate love. Who would’ve thought that she’d end up dying at the hands of a brainless anti-fan?

And then she transmigrated!

She was gifted 999 haute couture wedding dresses and became the delicate little wife of the richest family’s heir in Harbor City.

The original Jiang Wu was the neglected youngest daughter of the Jiang family, barely noticed.

A timid, obedient girl who always swallowed her grievances.

Her elder sister, Jiang Qian, was Harbor City’s number-one socialite—gorgeous and arrogant, the white moonlight in countless men’s hearts.

Even the heir of the He family, He Yuanzhou, a seventh-generation only son, was among her admirers.

The Jiang and He families had long agreed on their engagement. But on the day of the engagement banquet, Jiang Qian left behind a cancer diagnosis and vanished.

She knew her “death-faking” literature well.

Only the Jiang family knew that Jiang Qian had eloped for love.

Not only did she stand up He Yuanzhou, she nearly turned both families into laughingstocks.

That gloomy, paranoid fiancé dragged Jiang Wu in front of all the guests and spat out six words that made people vomit blood:

“She ran. You take her place.”

By the time Jiang Wu transmigrated, the wedding was already over—and she was being pinned beneath He Yuanzhou, forced into unspeakable acts.

Oh my god…

Wasn’t Jiang Qian supposed to be his white moonlight, the reason he had abstained for twenty-eight years, saving himself for her?

So why was he sleeping with her, Jiang Qian’s little sister?

Wait—she wasn’t the little sister anymore. She was He Yuanzhou’s legitimate wife.

She remembered how, that night, just seeing He Yuanzhou’s godlike face had stolen away all her resistance. Spinelessly, she had even cooperated with him…

Heavens above!

Forgive her—for in her past life, she had worked nonstop to climb to the top of the entertainment industry. She had no time for dating, let alone this kind of thing.

With her heart set only on her career, how could she withstand a man’s beast-like desire?

She had whimpered and cried the whole night, then fainted.

When she woke up, she pieced things together and confirmed with the system: she had to complete the three-part fate of a substitute supporting role—slapped in the face, divorced, and then killed in a car accident—before she could return to her original world.

(Jiang Wu: Dog author, come out! Did I sign a cursed contract with “death by car crash” or something?)

The good news: she was just a disposable stand-in, a pitiful extra. Once the heroine came back a year later, rekindled things with the male lead, and chased him in an angsty back-and-forth until their happy ending, she could finally die and go home.

The bad news: He Yuanzhou, while rich, handsome, and exuding that abstinent-husband vibe—the perfect paper man—

…was overly lustful. He always wanted to sleep with her.

What if feelings developed and the plot collapsed?

The ringing of her phone broke Jiang Wu’s spiraling thoughts.

It was Rong Baobao calling.

Rong Baobao was the only person in the novel who genuinely cared for the original Jiang Wu, her closest best friend.

“Baobao, what’s up?”

Jiang Wu’s voice was slightly hoarse, tinged with an unmistakable sultriness.

Rong Baobao chuckled immediately: “Did your husband have his way with you again?”

“…I only came to bring him news about Jiang Qian. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with me.”

The Jiang family’s attitude was obvious: she was nothing more than Jiang Qian’s substitute.

Whenever Jiang Qian decided to return, she would have to obediently hand back the title of Mrs. He.

This time, she had come to deliver news at her father’s request.

Rong Baobao snorted.

“Jiang Xiaocao—you must be out of your mind. Just be Mrs. He and stop worrying about that drama-queen sister of yours. Everyone in Harbor City knows she’s He Yuanzhou’s white moonlight. Aren’t you just handing him an excuse to cheat?”

Jiang Wu fell silent.

If she were truly the original Jiang Wu, maybe she’d feel sadness, grievance, even anger.

But she wasn’t.

Her goal was to follow the plot and return to her own world. Of course she had to push the male and female leads together. The sooner the heroine came back to stir things up and reclaim her man, the sooner Jiang Wu could go home.

“You said it yourself—everyone in Harbor City knows she’s his white moonlight. I can’t stop that.

Besides, her coming back would be a good thing. I wouldn’t have to follow Mrs. He’s rules anymore, or serve that moody devil He Yuanzhou. Wouldn’t it be nice to just be Jiang Wu?”

Something about “just be Jiang Wu” sounded off to Rong Baobao.

It was strange—just a month ago, Jiang Wu had been an unnoticed, obedient girl who tried to please everyone. But ever since marrying He Yuanzhou, she had turned into someone else altogether—suddenly sharp, independent, like a heroine in her own right.

Mu~~ Did my bestie get traumatized or something?

“Still, He Yuanzhou’s wealth and status let you escape from that quagmire of a family. You owe him plenty.”

“Exactly—” Jiang Wu’s eyes sparkled, “so I need to help him find true love, and help him and Jiang Qian get their happily ever after as soon as possible!”

Rong Baobao: …yeah, my bestie’s brain is waterlogged.

Checking the time, Jiang Wu told the driver, Uncle Zhang, “Stop the car.”

“Madam, it’s late here. Do you want to…”

“Take a walk.” Jiang Wu waved him off. “You go back first, I’ll grab a taxi later.”

“Better if I wait. What if you run into trouble—or if the master finds out…”

“He barely comes home once every few days. He won’t know! Go, Uncle Zhang, or I’ll get mad.”

She clicked her heels into a playful catwalk, heading into the nearest park.

By the fountain, she set up a tripod, clipped her phone onto it. On the screen appeared her pale collarbone—still bearing the bite marks He Yuanzhou had left in the office earlier.

Black lines streaked across Jiang Wu’s forehead: shameful ing.

…

He Yuanzhou couldn’t concentrate on work anymore. Rising to leave, he caught sight of his secretary, Xu Jin, glued to his phone screen, eyes practically stuck to it.

Late at night, the lazy, sultry voice of a female streamer always had a way of stirring up the little beast hidden in every lonely man’s heart…

He Yuanzhou’s gaze sharpened.

“Watching borderline streams in the office—is this how you set an example?”

Xu Jin jolted so hard his phone fell to the floor.

He Yuanzhou’s eyes dropped to the screen. A pair of perfectly proportioned jade-white feet swayed above the fountain’s edge. The soft toes gleamed under the yellow lights, glowing with mystery.

The woman deliberately dangled the prayer beads around her ankle in front of the camera, poking the lens with her pink-tipped nail.

“Babies, tonight your Black-Hearted Fairy is here to talk about the Eighteen Insane Life-Saving Tricks. If you can’t shake this damned society, then go crazy and drain the corporate drones around you instead!”

Xu Jin wiped cold sweat off his forehead, stammering: “President, you’ve got it wrong. This streamer never does borderline stuff. Others show their faces, waists, or thighs—she only shows her feet. She’s only been on air for half a month, only streams once a week, but she’s already got tons of fans. Her content is really good! Seriously!”

He Yuanzhou never watched livestreams, nor even short videos.

In his eyes, it was a waste of time.

His time was billed by the second.

Xu Jin carefully picked up his phone, ready to sneak off to watch elsewhere. He didn’t notice the president’s gaze frozen on the pale little feet on the screen, shock flashing in his eyes.

Suddenly, He Yuanzhou reached out, his voice heavy with suppressed fury:

“Give it to me!”

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