Acting
When a Fanfiction Writer Encounters the Real-Name System
I’m a fanfic writer with nearly a million followers on Big-Eyed Guy.
My OTP? A wildly popular young actress and a famous up-and-coming director.
Soon, self-media accounts across the entire internet would be required to register under their real names, and verified influencers with over a million followers would be the first batch to go public.
The moment I got wind of it, I deleted my account and ran.
Because I was that wildly popular young actress.
But netizens loved drama far too much to let it go. They started posting gossip threads across every major social media platform: Girl, who the hell are you?
When the Spring Rain Came Too Late
While I waited at the hospital for my follow-up appointment, a live broadcast of a celebrated director accepting an award overseas played on the giant screen.
During his acknowledgments, he said nothing and placed a call in front of the entire world.
Then my phone rang…
Wild Player and Little Raindrop
Qi Zheng raised a hand and knocked over the insulated food jar I was offering him.
“I’ve already been forced to marry you. Do you really expect me to fall in love with you, too?”
Once that video was leaked, everyone knew: the newly risen top star had been forced into marriage, and I was the clingy leech he couldn’t shake off.
That night, after the shoot wrapped, everyone tacitly ignored the fact that I was still tied to a tree.
By the time I was rescued before dawn the next day, my legs were stiff.
I felt my way back through the dark, missed my footing, and fell off a cliff.
When I woke again, I had returned to four years earlier-and met someone who favored me openly and without hesitation.
Qi Zheng, however, was not happy about it.
Winter in the Northern City
On the day of Zhou Huaian’s engagement, a reporter held up a microphone and asked for my thoughts.
He was a man of high standing, a true blue-blood from the Imperial Wall Base in Jingcheng.
During the eight years I spent with him, no one ever approved of us.
Every time his mother saw me, she referred to me as nothing more than an “actress.”
His circle of friends would advise him behind my back, “She’s just a minor star. It’s fine to keep her around for fun.”
And Zhou Huaian? He would toy with his lighter and joke, “What are you worried about? It’s not like I’d ever marry her.”
I looked into the camera and said slowly, “Though we aren’t close, this is good news. I wish him a happy engagement.”
The video went viral online. Zhou Huaian boarded his private jet and flew through the night from Jingcheng to Shanghai.
