The Ice-Cold CEO, Hiding a Secret Identity, Became My Soulmate

Cen Yanzhou (Top): 25 / Cunning younger man / Extremely possessive / An award-winning actor-level green tea

Lin Qingyuan (Bottom): 30 / Steady and reserved / Fastidious about emotional purity / Slowly falling

At thirty, Lin Qingyuan fell into a carefully crafted dream. Through a screen, a girl with a cool, moonlit beauty became the only comfort in his bleak life.

But when he woke, he was met not by a tender beauty, but by the eyes of the young CEO Shen Yu. Holding the AI-generated "gender-swapped photo," Cen Yanzhou whispered in his ear, "I ended up in my brother's body. I'm her."

Lin Qingyuan believed him.

They lived together, shared meals, and rested their foreheads together, breathing in sync late into the night.

Lin Qingyuan thought he loved the vanished soul, until he found a phone hidden in a secret compartment in the study, containing every record of their online chats.

There was no little sister, no soul transmigration, no love that crossed the boundary between life and death.

From beginning to end, there was only a madman named Cen Yanzhou, performing a one-man show in a script about "redemption."

"What is it you love, the face, or this heart that beats for you?"

On countless nights when they could not bridge the divide between their genders, Cen Yanzhou always asked him that.

Lin Qingyuan fled in a panic.

He was a straight man, bound by convention and propriety to his very bones. He could not accept a man's kiss, even if that man had the face he loved most.

Like a worshipper making an offering, he humbly raised Lin Qingyuan's hand. "If being clear-headed only brings you pain, then please... keep thinking of me as her."

At that moment, Lin Qingyuan heard the sound of his reason crumbling.