Report to the CEO: Your "White Moonlight" has Run Off with Your Body Double! - Chapter 1

Yan Mingyue really wanted to cry. Having a “Hell-Spicy” hotpot with his roommates late at night had triggered a hemorrhoid flare-up. Sitting on the toilet, he had quite literally died from the pain.

His life was gone and so was his dignity.

Whatever. Die early, reincarnate early; hope lies in the next life.

But what Yan Mingyue never expected was that his dream of being reborn as a billionaire’s heir would not come true. Some people die, but they are not completely dead. He had transmigrated, specifically into a gay novel devoid of any moral bottom line, taking on the role of a cannon fodder body double.

Fine, he could accept the transmigration. He would accept being a “cutie,” and he would even accept being a cannon fodder cutie who would not last three chapters. However, what kind of decent person wakes up in the protagonist’s bed the second they transmigrate?

Hello friend, is this story even professional?

“Do not even dream of anything happening between us. In my eyes, you cannot even compare to one of Yuebai’s fingers.” Clad in an aura of supreme arrogance, Lu Beichen stood by the door. His long, slender fingers neatly fastened his bowtie as his gaze swept coldly over Yan Mingyue, who was curled up under the covers.

Feeling Lu Beichen’s gaze, Yan Mingyue moved like lightning, wrapping himself into a silken cocoon until not a single inch of skin was exposed. After a while, once he was sure the man at the door had left, he cautiously poked his head out. His chestnut hair was a mess, sticking to his face.

He stared at the ceiling and sighed.

When he was five, his dad cheated and he did not give in. When he was ten, the mistress and illegitimate son showed up at the door and he did not give in. When he was fifteen, the girl he liked turned out to be a lesbian and he still did not give in. But now, transmigrated as a wicked cannon fodder substitute in a BL novel?

He gave in. He was totally defeated.

The long-standing Law of Transmigration never failed: if you discover your name is the same as a wicked villain or cannon fodder in a novel, please memorize the entire plot immediately.

The one thing Yan Mingyue felt incredibly lucky about was that, under the supervision of his roommate who was a total bottom, he had actually finished the entire book. At the very least, he would not die a tragic death on the streets because of his own stupidity. If he dared to be even bolder, maybe he could marry a beautiful, wealthy woman in this dual male lead novel and reach the pinnacle of life.

The original Yan Mingyue was an orphan abandoned at the doorstep of an orphanage. Having no name, he took the surname of the director. However, when he was eighteen, the director died in the hospital from overwork.

After the director’s death, the small orphanage disbanded, and the original owner, a gloomy and socially awkward boy, was kicked out.

It was a freezing winter when the destitute original owner met the soul-crushed CEO, Lu Beichen. Because his eyes looked strikingly like those of Lu Beichen’s White Moonlight, his life as a body double began. The original owner fell in love at first sight, but Lu Beichen lived like a celibate monk. Every time they met, he would just stare at Yan Mingyue’s eyes for hours.

He knew Lu Beichen was looking through him to see someone else, Gu Yuebai.

So, the original owner started acting out. He wanted to smear Gu Yuebai’s reputation before he could return to the country. He spread rumors online that Gu Yuebai was doing drugs abroad, that he was promiscuous, or that he was a player who had been stabbed to death for being a jerk.

But far away across the ocean, the chosen son and shining pearl of the world, the White Moonlight himself, only smiled when he heard these rumors. His mood was not ruined in the slightest by this jumping little clown.

Eventually, when the White Moonlight returned, Lu Beichen ended the relationship. The original owner went completely insane and tried to hit Gu Yuebai with his car. Fortunately, Gu Yuebai reacted quickly, and the original owner failed.

His previous antics were just child’s play, but that stunt thoroughly enraged both Gu Yuebai and Lu Beichen. Expelled from university for attempted murder, he eventually died miserably on the streets in winter.

He met Lu Beichen on a winter street and died on that same street. Perhaps that was the author’s final bit of mercy.

Though the original owner did those things, since he had taken over this body, Yan Mingyue felt he had an obligation to atone to Gu Yuebai.

In reality, the real Yan Mingyue’s life was the polar opposite of the character’s.

He had learned early on that the squeaky wheel gets the grease. Whenever his parents wanted to go out for business, he would cry. After a few times, his parents got fed up and just started taking him along.

He had a bit of cleverness, but none of it was used for studying. He spent his days in a daze in front of the TV watching anime. His family eventually gave up, nursing headaches as they watched him recite anime lines.

But against all odds, he had decent luck. He managed to scrape into a university right on the grade cutoff and met three roommates of various styles.

In college, Yan Mingyue finally found his life’s calling: cosplaying. Thus, the Flower of Dorm 416, with his delicate features and fair skin, left the three blades of grass behind and joined the anime club, which was full of girls.

Relying on his face, his physique, his innate makeup skills, and his high level accuracy in character recreation, he quickly established himself among the girls. He even became the Vice President of the club, leading a literal army of girls to various conventions.

Later, to earn money for more costumes and merch, he started a short video account as a cosplay influencer.

But there is always a taller mountain. He thought he was impressive, but there were even better cosplayers out there, and he did not know how to do bits to get views. For a year, he only had a handful of followers, most of whom were his sisters from the club.

Until one day, he was hit by a Truth or Dare catastrophe.

A cute senior student dared him to cosplay Luca from an idol group, lie on a sofa in a specific anime pose, and post the video.

A real man knows when to yield.

He posted it and he went viral. The high-class internet literature critics caught the scent and swarmed in. His comments and followers tripled overnight.

He had not paid much attention before, but looking at the feedback now felt like opening a door to a new world. Under the guidance of those critics, he flirted with the boundaries of being banned or shadow-banned, eventually becoming a semi-famous cosplayer with a massive following.

He was interesting, and his fans were too; half were girls and half were gay men. Thus, he was dubbed the Gay Magnet of the Cosplay World.

And yet, this rising star of the cosplay world had fallen mid-ascent because of a spicy hotpot.

Yan Mingyue felt life was a cruel joke.

But now was not the time for melancholy. He probably could not go back, so he might as well think about what to have for lunch, then dinner, and then how to build his career in this world.

He struggled to free himself from the cocoon, stepped barefoot onto the black carpet, and bent down to pick up the phone on the floor. Just then, a notification popped up showing a bank transfer from the CEO.

Yan Mingyue grinned, counting the zeros in the balance: one, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, daddy, grandpa!

Holy crap, who can even tell the difference between a CEO and the God of Wealth?

His goofy, grinning face was reflected in the phone screen. He awkwardly tucked his teeth back in, only to realize the face on the screen looked incredibly familiar.

The youthful face leaned closer to the phone, full of curiosity.

Messy chestnut hair, a beauty mark under the eye, that nose, those eyes, that mouth. Yan Mingyue was delighted. He poked his slightly chubby cheek and it hurt.

It was not a dream.

One week after transmigrating, Yan Mingyue found he was adjusting quite well. After all, who could refuse someone who looks good and gives you pocket money? Especially when that person, after giving the money, does nothing but stare at you in a daze, wallowing in their own sorrow.

Yan Mingyue sat cross-legged on the imported sofa, not even sparing a glance for the God of Wealth beside him. He happily popped a potato chip into his mouth.

He had it all figured out. Once the White Moonlight returned, he would take the money he got from the CEO, buy a small apartment, use the rest to buy cosplay outfits, go back to his old job, marry a beautiful rich girl, and reach the pinnacle of life.