Zong Mu had transmigrated through many worlds and become a formidable powerhouse. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the body of a little-known star who was terrible at acting, deep in debt, and hated by everyone.
Worse, scandal had just broken, infuriating the powerful backer hiding behind him. Things were stacked against him from the start.
Rumor had it that his secret backer was the fiance who had signed a contract with him: a strange-tempered, brooding man who had been confined to a wheelchair for years due to a psychological illness. In short, he was a gloomy wheelchair-bound CEO, and he seemed to hate Zong Mu as well.
Under the death glare of the backer he'd contracted with, Zong Mu twitched the corner of his mouth. "This is interesting."
The CEO spread out the contract, folded his hands, and stared coldly at him. "Mm. It'll be even more interesting when I pull my funding."
Zong Mu silently draped a small blanket over him.
The CEO angrily flung it off. "Don't think this will win me over. If you keep damaging my reputation, our entire contract is void!"
Zong Mu: "Sure, sure, yes, yes. You're absolutely right."
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Later, amid a torrent of abuse, Zong Mu appeared in a low-budget online drama.
A crowd of haters, fans of the original work, and passersby: "Stop making us sick. How much did you pay to get cast? Will this even break even?!"
The day the show aired, everyone who had shown up ready to curse at him stared in a daze. "Th-that's Zong Mu? Is it too late to become a fan now?"
Later...
Zong Mu: "That contract..."
The CEO carefully locked it away in a safe, as docile as a kitten. "Could you please put a blanket over me?"
Theme: Sweet and heartwarming