I went on a dating reality show with a top-tier star and award-winning actor.
He was aloof and sharp-tongued, while I was a carefree slacker. The production team deliberately paired us up, hoping to create a dramatic clash.
Then I accidentally revealed the crescent-moon birthmark on my waist.
The aloof heartthrob suddenly turned red-eyed and pinned me against the wall, trembling as he said, “My little rice ball… I’ve been looking for you for thirteen years.”
The comments exploded, and the haters attacked me for chasing clout.
The award-winning actor announced us on Weibo right away: “Let me introduce you. This is the childhood sweetheart I lost thirteen years ago.”
The actress from my rival agency who used to look down on me became a laughingstock. And now a top star is knocking on my door late at night, asking me to sleep with him for favors?
I play a recording instead. “Sorry, my boyfriend is an award-winning actor. You can’t get me blacklisted.”
