[Devoted CEO × Clear-Headed Top-Tier Star]
[Transmigrate into a Book + Showbiz + First Love on Campus + CEO + Contract Romance + Career Success + Sweet Romance + Raising a Baby]
Jiang Nanxing was certain she had transmigrated into a book. And she was the nobody who was universally hated, destined for a tragic exit as an over-the-top, troublemaking cannon-fodder character.
To turn her fortunes around, she knocked on the door of Huo Ci, the heir of the powerful Huo family in the capital.
She slid a contract in front of him and negotiated calmly: “A fake marriage, and we each get what we need. I’ll help you fend off an arranged marriage, and you’ll give me the resources to turn things around.”
The man looked at the woman before him, her eyes shining with determination. A hint of obscure helplessness flickered in his eyes, so faint it was almost impossible to notice.
After a long moment, he picked up the pen and signed his name. “As you wish.”
Jiang Nanxing thought she had landed the script of a heroine’s rise to the top.
She was decisive and ruthless in showbiz, climbing to the peak and claiming the throne, while her nominal “contract husband” proved remarkably dedicated, sparing no expense to pave the way for her.
But the plot kept spiraling further out of control.
For example, why did the Huo family’s little dumpling of a child rush into her arms so expertly the first time they met, eyes red as he begged for a cuddle?
And why did Huo Ci know even her most secret little habits so well?
Then the antis spread a scandal across the internet, claiming Jiang Nanxing had been meeting a mysterious tycoon at night.
The Huo Group’s official account promptly posted their marriage certificate and pinned it to the top: “Mrs. Huo, next time take your own car and remember to use the VIP entrance.”
Jiang Nanxing stared at the “three years ago” date on the certificate and was completely stunned.
That night, Huo Ci held her captive in his arms, his warm breath brushing her ear. “Mrs. Huo, how long are you planning to keep playing this role?”
There had never been any transmigration into a book or desperate bid for survival. Someone had simply plotted every step, waiting for his rose to bloom again.
