The Marshal's Actor Wife [Interstellar]

[Chaichai's new story: Quick Transmigration: The Terminally Ill Patient Is Currently Stockpiling Chapters with Great Enthusiasm! Welcome to click into my author page and add it to your favorites! Sending you ten thousand kisses!] [For some reasons that can't be discussed, I can't make a personal edition after all. I'm very sorry QWQ] [Don't panic if the comments say it's angsty. I let loose a little in the extras. The main story isn't angsty at all!] Xiao Wutong, the Supreme Immortal Qingxu and leader of the Immortal Realm, transmigrates to the future. In this unfamiliar world, at least one thing is familiar: talismans. What? Talismans can only be carved onto energy cores? Xiao Wutong rolls up his sleeves. Make way, make way! You amateurs! After transmigrating, Xiao Wutong somehow ends up bound to a System. System: "Host, calm down! We're filming a show!" Xiao Wutong waves his hand and blows up a swathe of insectoids. "What did you just say?" The System makes one last desperate plea: "You're bound to an Actor Development System, not a God of War Domination System!" System: "Host, your genetic match with the Marshal is 99%!" Xiao Wutong: "What the hell? I don't want to marry a man. Hurry up and block my information!" Wait, who is that person on TV who looks exactly like his senior fellow disciple?! Xiao Wutong: "Is there still time to change the result back?" System: "Heh." [Here's a plug for the next story Chaichai plans to write! Quick Transmigration: The Terminally Ill Patient Here's the blurb. If you like it, please add it to your favorites! Kisses! Your transmigration has two rules: One: The employer's mission must be completed. Two: The employer's fate cannot be changed. Only after the transmigration began did he realize that he had jumped into a huge pit. Every employer turned out to be terminally ill. He had to complete their missions before their lives ran out. Revenge still had to be taken. The people who deserved torment still had to be tormented. His terminal illness became his means to an end. But no matter which world he was in, there was always someone who solemnly told him, "Don't worry, I can cure you." After a while, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty. "Don't worry, I can cure you." "Before that, please take your hand off my leg!"] ☆ A good-for-nothing's friendly reminders ☆ 1. This is a one-on-one romance, with the protagonist as the recipient. Happy ending. 2. The male lead is lovesick and obsessive, with lots of foreshadowing. If you're here to nitpick his personality, you can leave. His characterization hasn't fallen apart. 3. If you're dropping the story, no need to leave a message. 4. Hostile comments are unwelcome, including picking fights, personal attacks, and making trouble for no reason. 5. I promise to finish what I start. 6. Exclusive to Jinjiang. No reposting or plagiarism. 7. Welcome, and enjoy reading! Theme: