Your Rival Can't Become Your Wife

[Two female leads + entertainment industry + top-tier stars + no misogyny]

The full 260,000-character story is already written. A sweet little romance.

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Note: The blurb says “entertainment industry” for search purposes. In the story, the word “entertainment” is replaced with “enjoyment.”

Everyone knows that Shi Zhi and Zuo Huan are sworn rivals who compete for resources and endorsements, and whose every breath is compared by gossip accounts. They’re the entertainment world’s textbook rivals, both vying to be the most marketable.

Same age, same city, same career path, and both squeezed dry by their companies for every last bit of commercial value.

In front of the cameras, Shi Zhi is a distant, aloof beauty perched on a high peak. In private, she cuddles a capybara plushie and says goodnight.

Zuo Huan is a cheerful, healing idol when she’s working, but in private she hides in a stairwell to play games, too socially anxious to meet anyone’s eyes.

At a gala, Zuo Huan accidentally steps on and ruins Shi Zhi’s designer shoes. Their fans immediately go to war, and the topic dominates the trending lists for three days straight.

At the same time, after stumbling upon each other’s secrets, the two hide in a dark storage room, their breaths mingling.

“Don’t expose each other’s secrets.” “Deal.” They promise to keep each other’s public personas under wraps.

It starts with adding each other on WeChat. Sharing regular potato chips and talking through the wall gradually become a secret understanding they can’t let anyone see.

Like two stubborn little animals, they’re practically pressed together for warmth, yet still pretend they just happened to pass by.

Everyone is waiting for them to tear each other apart, but they carefully confirm their feelings instead.

On Zuo Huan’s birthday, Shi Zhi knocks on her door with a cake she made herself and some barbecue.

“The cake’s a little ugly,” Shi Zhi says, looking down as she arranges the candles.

Zuo Huan smiles through red eyes. “That’s okay.”