The Host Has Fallen for the Second Female Lead Again - Chapter 1

Ji Mingxiao stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the traffic below. A cigarette was held between her long, slender fingers, the smoke coiling around her. Her expression was tinged with melancholy. She took a deep drag and then extinguished the cigarette on the window, watching the ashes fall to the floor, feeling a bit agitated.

She never expected that after dying, she would be brought to another world to work.

The night before, she had died suddenly while working on her computer.

After that, she was bound to something called the “Jerk-Gong Reformation System.”

She thought she was here to be the one to jerk others around, but she never imagined she would be the one being jerked around—the “shou.”

Not only did she have to be mistreated, but she also had to teach the jerk-gong to turn over a new leaf.

This was her main mission.

What kind of idiotic mission was this?

As a person with a good upbringing, she couldn’t help but feel the urge to swear.

And now, she was in the first world.

In this world, she was Fu Youzheng, the eldest daughter of the Fu family and the CEO of a giant entertainment company, Guangyu, controlling most of the resources in the industry.

The phone on her desk rang. Ji Mingxiao tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and glanced at the caller ID.

It was Zhuo Xi.

Zhuo Xi was the jerk-gong of this world. She was Fu Youzheng’s girlfriend of three years and one of the “Four Little Dan actresses” in the entertainment industry. Her acting wasn’t great, but she was beautiful, knew how to act spoiled and charming, and Fu Youzheng was head over heels for her. Fu Youzheng had given her many resources, single-handedly lifting her to her current status.

Because homosexuality was still a taboo subject in this world, Fu Youzheng never came out to avoid affecting Zhuo Xi’s career. Only a few people knew about their relationship. Fu Youzheng had proposed twice, but both times, Zhuo Xi had refused.

She looked at the name flashing on the phone screen, not wanting to answer.

“My dear, I hope you can answer the call.”

“Tsk, reforming a jerk. You’d have better luck asking me to become the world’s richest person,” Ji Mingxiao said, watching the phone ring.

Zhuo Xi, seeing that no one was answering, frowned, her expression darkening.

Zhuo Xi called several more times, but Ji Mingxiao didn’t answer any of them.

She only called back two hours later.

“Hello? Sorry, baby, I was in a meeting and left my phone in the office,” Ji Mingxiao said, leaning against the desk. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, I just miss you and wanted to talk. I’m going to Country D for the Golden Cat Awards ceremony the day after tomorrow. I really love that dress from brand E, but Liang Shu snatched it. It’s so frustrating,” Zhuo Xi complained in a small voice.

Ji Mingxiao tapped the desk lightly. “Then just pick another one. There are so many beautiful dresses; there’s no need to always fixate on other people’s things.”

“Youzheng!” Zhuo Xi called out, a little displeased. “But I just really like that dress.”

“Actually, I’ve already had someone prepare a dress for you for the awards ceremony. Do you want the one from brand E or the one I prepared?” Ji Mingxiao’s voice was filled with a smile and doting affection.

Zhuo Xi was stunned for a moment, then she laughed. “Of course, I want the one you prepared!”

“You’ll see it when you get to Country D. It’s a surprise for you.”

“Youzheng, you’re so good to me.”

“Who else would I be good to? You’re my baby,” Ji Mingxiao said, her tone gentle but her expression cold, a masterclass in performative acting. “If not you, then who?”

On the other end, Zhuo Xi laughed shyly. “Have you been eating properly lately? Be careful with your stomach. I’ll check up on you anytime.”

“Don’t worry. To be with you forever, I’m now going to bed early, waking up early, eating on time, and focusing on my health.”

“Good, don’t you lie to me,” Zhuo Xi’s voice was smiling. “Then I won’t bother you anymore. You go back to work.”

“Mm, goodbye. I love you. You hang up first.”

“Okay.”

Hearing the other end hang up, Ji Mingxiao casually tossed the phone onto the desk.

System A, having listened to Ji Mingxiao’s sweet words and now looking at the dress she had just had someone prepare, was at a loss for words.

The price was indeed very high, and it was designed by a famous designer, but it looked like it was made for a woman in her fifties or sixties, completely covering her from head to toe.

It used a simulator to try it on “Zhuo Xi.” While it wasn’t exactly ugly, it definitely wasn’t flattering. It made her look ten years older.

“My dear, if you give Zhuo Xi a dress like this, she’ll definitely be angry.”

“Oh, even if she gets angry, there’s nothing she can do. I’m a jealous person, so I don’t like so many people staring at her exposed skin,” Ji Mingxiao said nonchalantly. “She can’t find any concrete fault with this dress. As for whether she gets laughed at for wearing it, what does that have to do with me? Besides, if she can’t pull it off, it’s because she doesn’t have the temperament of a socialite. Someone else could wear a big floral-print jacket and dominate the red carpet. It’s a matter of temperament, which has even less to do with me.”

“My dear, we must use love to move the other person.”

“Sorry, I don’t have that. Didn’t you say my jerk index is 90? Asking one jerk to move another jerk, you guys are something else,” Ji Mingxiao signed a document and tossed it aside.

“This is called mutual support and shared progress.”

“If you talk again, come help me with my work.”

System A immediately shut up.

Ji Mingxiao smirked, finishing the documents on her desk. It was almost seven o’clock.

“I suggest you systems can be more advanced. Since the mission is to take down jerks, there’s no need to work so seriously. Shouldn’t this stuff be completed with a single click?”

“My dear, the mission is to move the jerk.”

“To me, there’s no difference, my dear,” Ji Mingxiao said, putting on her blazer and leaving the office.

There were still many people working overtime. Ji Mingxiao simply greeted them and went to the underground garage by herself.

Fu Youzheng was a very hardworking person. The company became an industry giant in her hands and was now starting to venture into other fields. She was also good to her employees. In her twenty-six years, the only blemish seemed to be her three-year relationship.

The first time Fu Youzheng and Zhuo Xi met, the other person was a newcomer to the entertainment industry, looking very innocent.

She liked Zhuo Xi’s looks and initially only planned a simple physical relationship, but after three months, she fell completely in love with Zhuo Xi and was held tightly in her grasp.

In her heart, Zhuo Xi had always been a kind, pure, and innocent girl.

However, how could someone who could control a CEO and thrive in the entertainment industry be that kind of person?

According to the information given by the system, Fu Youzheng ended up going bankrupt trying to clean up Zhuo Xi’s messes. Plagued by scandals, she eventually died by suicide due to depression. Up until her death, the public had no idea she had ever been in a relationship with Zhuo Xi.

To protect Zhuo Xi, Fu Youzheng had hidden everything. Zhuo Xi, meanwhile, thrived on the foundation Fu Youzheng had laid for her, eventually marrying a wealthy man.

A man.

Ji Mingxiao was also skeptical about whether Zhuo Xi was truly a lesbian. In this day and age, as long as one had no bottom line, anything could be done for money. Hiding one’s sexual orientation was a simple matter.

Fu Youzheng was truly naive.

It was a little past seven, rush hour, and there were many cars on the road. Ji Mingxiao’s car moved slowly with the traffic.

Chapter 1:  I Pretended to Really Like You

Ji Mingxiao stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the traffic below. A cigarette was held between her long, slender fingers, the smoke coiling around her. Her expression was tinged with melancholy. She took a deep drag and then extinguished the cigarette on the window, watching the ashes fall to the floor, feeling a bit agitated.

She never expected that after dying, she would be brought to another world to work.

The night before, she had died suddenly while working on her computer.

After that, she was bound to something called the “Jerk-Gong Reformation System.”

She thought she was here to be the one to jerk others around, but she never imagined she would be the one being jerked around—the “shou.”

Not only did she have to be mistreated, but she also had to teach the jerk-gong to turn over a new leaf.

This was her main mission.

What kind of idiotic mission was this?

As a person with a good upbringing, she couldn’t help but feel the urge to swear.

And now, she was in the first world.

In this world, she was Fu Youzheng, the eldest daughter of the Fu family and the CEO of a giant entertainment company, Guangyu, controlling most of the resources in the industry.

The phone on her desk rang. Ji Mingxiao tossed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and glanced at the caller ID.

It was Zhuo Xi.

Zhuo Xi was the jerk-gong of this world. She was Fu Youzheng’s girlfriend of three years and one of the “Four Little Dan actresses” in the entertainment industry. Her acting wasn’t great, but she was beautiful, knew how to act spoiled and charming, and Fu Youzheng was head over heels for her. Fu Youzheng had given her many resources, single-handedly lifting her to her current status.

Because homosexuality was still a taboo subject in this world, Fu Youzheng never came out to avoid affecting Zhuo Xi’s career. Only a few people knew about their relationship. Fu Youzheng had proposed twice, but both times, Zhuo Xi had refused.

She looked at the name flashing on the phone screen, not wanting to answer.

“My dear, I hope you can answer the call.”

“Tsk, reforming a jerk. You’d have better luck asking me to become the world’s richest person,” Ji Mingxiao said, watching the phone ring.

Zhuo Xi, seeing that no one was answering, frowned, her expression darkening.

Zhuo Xi called several more times, but Ji Mingxiao didn’t answer any of them.

She only called back two hours later.

“Hello? Sorry, baby, I was in a meeting and left my phone in the office,” Ji Mingxiao said, leaning against the desk. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, I just miss you and wanted to talk. I’m going to Country D for the Golden Cat Awards ceremony the day after tomorrow. I really love that dress from brand E, but Liang Shu snatched it. It’s so frustrating,” Zhuo Xi complained in a small voice.

Ji Mingxiao tapped the desk lightly. “Then just pick another one. There are so many beautiful dresses; there’s no need to always fixate on other people’s things.”

“Youzheng!” Zhuo Xi called out, a little displeased. “But I just really like that dress.”

“Actually, I’ve already had someone prepare a dress for you for the awards ceremony. Do you want the one from brand E or the one I prepared?” Ji Mingxiao’s voice was filled with a smile and doting affection.

Zhuo Xi was stunned for a moment, then she laughed. “Of course, I want the one you prepared!”

“You’ll see it when you get to Country D. It’s a surprise for you.”

“Youzheng, you’re so good to me.”

“Who else would I be good to? You’re my baby,” Ji Mingxiao said, her tone gentle but her expression cold, a masterclass in performative acting. “If not you, then who?”

On the other end, Zhuo Xi laughed shyly. “Have you been eating properly lately? Be careful with your stomach. I’ll check up on you anytime.”

“Don’t worry. To be with you forever, I’m now going to bed early, waking up early, eating on time, and focusing on my health.”

“Good, don’t you lie to me,” Zhuo Xi’s voice was smiling. “Then I won’t bother you anymore. You go back to work.”

“Mm, goodbye. I love you. You hang up first.”

“Okay.”

Hearing the other end hang up, Ji Mingxiao casually tossed the phone onto the desk.

System A, having listened to Ji Mingxiao’s sweet words and now looking at the dress she had just had someone prepare, was at a loss for words.

The price was indeed very high, and it was designed by a famous designer, but it looked like it was made for a woman in her fifties or sixties, completely covering her from head to toe.

It used a simulator to try it on “Zhuo Xi.” While it wasn’t exactly ugly, it definitely wasn’t flattering. It made her look ten years older.

“My dear, if you give Zhuo Xi a dress like this, she’ll definitely be angry.”

“Oh, even if she gets angry, there’s nothing she can do. I’m a jealous person, so I don’t like so many people staring at her exposed skin,” Ji Mingxiao said nonchalantly. “She can’t find any concrete fault with this dress. As for whether she gets laughed at for wearing it, what does that have to do with me? Besides, if she can’t pull it off, it’s because she doesn’t have the temperament of a socialite. Someone else could wear a big floral-print jacket and dominate the red carpet. It’s a matter of temperament, which has even less to do with me.”

“My dear, we must use love to move the other person.”

“Sorry, I don’t have that. Didn’t you say my jerk index is 90? Asking one jerk to move another jerk, you guys are something else,” Ji Mingxiao signed a document and tossed it aside.

“This is called mutual support and shared progress.”

“If you talk again, come help me with my work.”

System A immediately shut up.

Ji Mingxiao smirked, finishing the documents on her desk. It was almost seven o’clock.

“I suggest you systems can be more advanced. Since the mission is to take down jerks, there’s no need to work so seriously. Shouldn’t this stuff be completed with a single click?”

“My dear, the mission is to move the jerk.”

“To me, there’s no difference, my dear,” Ji Mingxiao said, putting on her blazer and leaving the office.

There were still many people working overtime. Ji Mingxiao simply greeted them and went to the underground garage by herself.

Fu Youzheng was a very hardworking person. The company became an industry giant in her hands and was now starting to venture into other fields. She was also good to her employees. In her twenty-six years, the only blemish seemed to be her three-year relationship.

The first time Fu Youzheng and Zhuo Xi met, the other person was a newcomer to the entertainment industry, looking very innocent.

She liked Zhuo Xi’s looks and initially only planned a simple physical relationship, but after three months, she fell completely in love with Zhuo Xi and was held tightly in her grasp.

In her heart, Zhuo Xi had always been a kind, pure, and innocent girl.

However, how could someone who could control a CEO and thrive in the entertainment industry be that kind of person?

According to the information given by the system, Fu Youzheng ended up going bankrupt trying to clean up Zhuo Xi’s messes. Plagued by scandals, she eventually died by suicide due to depression. Up until her death, the public had no idea she had ever been in a relationship with Zhuo Xi.

To protect Zhuo Xi, Fu Youzheng had hidden everything. Zhuo Xi, meanwhile, thrived on the foundation Fu Youzheng had laid for her, eventually marrying a wealthy man.

A man.

Ji Mingxiao was also skeptical about whether Zhuo Xi was truly a lesbian. In this day and age, as long as one had no bottom line, anything could be done for money. Hiding one’s sexual orientation was a simple matter.

Fu Youzheng was truly naive.

It was a little past seven, rush hour, and there were many cars on the road. Ji Mingxiao’s car moved slowly with the traffic.

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