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Xie Ci was originally a genius swordsman renowned throughout the martial arts world. However, due to a kind deed gone wrong while saving someone, he opened his eyes to find he had transmigrated into a nobody newcomer in the modern entertainment industry.
The bad news: His current agency is a predatory, “black-heart” company. The worse news: This company is currently sending him to a high-stakes dinner to act as a companion for investors.
At the table, the manager’s smile is sycophantic, while the investor looks at the sickly, beautiful Xie Ci with undisguised lust.
Xie Ci: “?” He isn’t the pushover original owner of this body. He has more than enough strength and methods to handle this.
Ji Xiuheng became famous at a young age. Relying on his exquisite acting skills and outstanding appearance, he has been voted by netizens as the “Man People Most Want to Marry” for several consecutive years.
Not only do the fans love him, but countless men and women within the industry have tried to claim this big shot. Yet, this Movie Star always shatters their hearts with a polite, gentlemanly refusal.
Only Xie Ci—who is asked “Do you love me?” eight hundred times a day, knows that this man is actually a Jealousy Essence brought to life.
“Why is that guy from the film crew always coming to ask you questions? He doesn’t even care if you’re tired; he has no heart at all.” Ji Xiuheng acts manipulative, and even though his tall stature can completely envelop Xie Ci, he still contentedly squeezes into Xie Ci’s arms to complain.
Xie Ci: “…” He remembers a certain someone who stayed in his room in the middle of the night under the guise of practicing lines, refused to leave, and eventually just stayed the night.
One day, a paparazzi dropped a late-night scoop: Famous artist Xie Ci spotted getting into a luxury car late at night; his face is flushed with a ‘peach blossom’ glow—could this be a new romance?!
In the photo, Xie Ci looks incredibly gentle. He reaches out a porcelain-white right hand toward the person inside the car, and his wrist is firmly grasped by the occupant. The hashtag #XieCiWealthyRomance instantly shot to number one on the trending searches.
Netizens staying up late wailed in despair:
“Actually, the person in the car is me. It’s all because my wife smiled at me too gently that you all figured out our secret relationship.”
“Hello, Xie Ci and I have actually been dating for a year. Please congratulate us!”
“Wait, that blurry hand is clearly much larger than my wife’s hand!”
“Exactly, it’s probably just male friends going out to play. You paparazzi always write sensational titles.”
The comments were a mess of theories, while at that moment, Ji Xiuheng was looking smug, burying his head into the chest of Xie Ci, who was already exhausted and fast asleep. The message he just sent from his phone immediately received multiple comments.
Xie Ci’s Only Beloved Husband: “I’m the one in the car. Stop dreaming.”
Looking at the netizens’ comments telling him that “everything is possible in dreams,” Ji Xiuheng felt even more proud. The tips of his well-defined fingers—the ones caught in the photo, moved slightly as he restlessly reached under the covers.
