Making a Center-Stage Debut with the Heir of a Wealthy Family

[The last chapter was posted incorrectly. I contacted my editor and the story has been temporarily locked. I might add an extra chapter later. If you subscribed, you can leave a comment and I’ll send you a small red packet refund.] Su Xinyu transmigrated into a book, landing right at the moment the original host had drunk wine laced with something. Su Xinyu acted at once. Using the excuse of going to the bathroom, he went outside and grabbed the first broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted man he saw. Early the next morning, Su Xinyu put on the man's clothes, left five hundred yuan, and ran. A week later, Su Xinyu saw that familiar face on a variety show. Only then did he learn that the man from that night was Lu Zhi, the richest man in the country, Mr. Lu. And yes, after what happened, he hadn't forgotten to leave five hundred yuan. Three months later, Su Xinyu debuted as the group's center. At the same time, a checkup revealed that he was pregnant. Su Xinyu: I got pregnant in one try? That's impressive! Wait, how can a man get pregnant? Just as Su Xinyu planned to keep it a secret and get an abortion, Lu Zhi, who had received the news and rushed over, cornered him in the obstetrics ward restroom. Lu Zhi: Have the baby and marry me. I'll take care of you and the child. Su Xinyu: I'm a rising star in the entertainment industry. Do I need you to take care of me? Lu Zhi: After we marry, the money, the house, and the company will all be yours. And so will I. Su Xinyu: When are we going to get our marriage license? [An A-list heartthrob onstage, a sweet and innocent softie in private, the bottom x an ultra-rich, indulgent CEO top] >> Please check out my next upcoming story! Just visit my author page. "Waking Up to Find the Richest Man in the World Calling Me His Love?" Before turning twenty-one, Jian Heng had written many songs, but never promoted or hyped them. He remained an obscure C-list singer. Later, Jian Heng was in a car accident and fell into a coma. Three years later, Jian Heng woke up. Standing beside his hospital bed was his high school classmate, Tang Yeyun, now the richest man in the country. Holding a bouquet of Jian Heng's favorite purple baby's breath, he confessed his love and said he couldn't bear to lose him again. What's more, over those three years, all of Jian Heng's songs had unexpectedly become hits. A famous critic said that every note in his music seemed to tell a story, drawing listeners completely into the songs. His Weibo followers had surged by tens of millions. Comments and reposts on his final work-related post had topped a hundred million, all praying for him to wake up soon. Now that he was awake, he quickly took the top spots on Weibo and other news platforms. His many wealthy fans raised three hundred million yuan to establish the Jian Heng Charity Foundation to celebrate his recovery. As for Jian Heng himself, the richest man and former classmate who had confessed his love took him home and looked after him. But... Jian Heng: My manager wants me to take a new artist from the studio under my wing and mentor them on a talent show. Tang Yeyun: I don't agree. You're still too weak. Jian Heng stared into Tang Yeyun's eyes for three seconds. Tang Yeyun: Fine, fine. But I'm coming with you as your assistant. This story is also known as: #HavingTheRichestManWorkAsMyAssistantIsSuchAThrill Theme: A few sound principles for facing life and thinking twice before acting.