Sugar Isn't as Sweet as You [Entertainment Industry]

One-line pitch: Shipping yourself with your idol's rival

Everyone knows that Ruan Sheng, the stunning idol who shot to fame for her gorgeous profile photos after debuting on the hit talent show Idol 101, is a die-hard fan of Xu Yan, the lead singer of the boy band King.

She entered the competition hoping Xu Yan would be her mentor, but he was replaced by his team leader, Lu Mingyan.

Lu Mingyan is today's hottest top-tier star. Exceptionally talented, aloof, and taciturn, he never engages in publicity stunts to boost his popularity, yet no one dares challenge his position.

Rumor has it that Ruan Sheng resents Lu Mingyan because she suspects he took his teammate's place on the show.

Then, during a fan-voting campaign, Ruan Sheng accidentally used her main account to automatically repost a post asking, "Which male artist do you love most?" and voted for Xu Yan.

The fans were still laughing about it the day before. But the next day, during a livestream by King, one of the bandmates accidentally captured the sounds coming from the living room.

Everyone saw Lu Mingyan, who usually presented himself as a cold, aloof iceberg, holding Ruan Sheng captive in his arms as he demanded in a low, slightly husky voice, "Say it again. Who do you like best?"

Ruan Sheng's voice was soft and sweet, her face flushed as she answered over and over, "I like you. I like you best..."

The fans: ???

So Xu Yan was just your decoy?

Two hours after the whole internet erupted, Xu Yan secretly posted an update.

@Xu Yan: Hello, sister-in-law!

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During the darkest days of Lu Mingyan's youth, a girl gave him a lemon candy. It became his only ray of light.

A stunning little fairy x an icy top-tier star who dotes on his wife and gets jealous easily.

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[Reading Guide]

* The heroine won't date while her limited-term group is still together. She is a theater student.

* The hero is a genuine talent who relies on his work, not a conventional idol who depends on fan traffic.

* The heroine isn't perfect. She makes mistakes and gets lazy, but grows over time. She has no major moral flaws.

* No real-life inspirations. Please don't associate the characters with real people.

Coming soon: Glory Bows Before Me

After running into Pei Yimu at yet another humiliating moment, Lin Hanzhang decided that even Heaven itself didn't want her and Pei Yimu to be together.

She stared through tear-filled eyes at the tissue Pei Yimu held out to her for a long time. Then, as if possessed, she threw caution to the wind and blurted out, "Pei Yimu, will you marry me?"

His fiancée had run away, and her own father was preparing to sell her off for a good price.

After a long silence, Lin Hanzhang gave a crooked smile and lowered her eyes, hiding her feelings.

"President Pei, I was joking."

"All right."

Pei Yimu's cool, clear voice rang out at the same time as her trembling one.

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After learning that Pei Yimu had gone on a trip to London with his former fiancée, Lin Hanzhang brought a divorce agreement to his office.

"Are you sure?" Pei Yimu asked casually as he lit a cigar. Smoke swirled around his cold, sharp features, obscuring his face.

She had asked for nothing in the divorce agreement.

"I'm just waiting for you to sign, Mr. Pei."

Lin Hanzhang was firm, rejecting every offer of compensation Pei Yimu made.

At the way she addressed him so formally, Pei Yimu raised an eyebrow. He didn't press her, simply picked up a fountain pen and signed his name in a flourish at the end of the agreement.

Everyone thought Lin Hanzhang was just a country girl who had married into a wealthy family. Her father wanted to wring every last bit of value out of her, and once her tantrum passed, she'd come crawling back to make amends.

A few people made a bet in front of Pei Yimu, wagering on how long it would take Lin Hanzhang to come back and make amends.

"Old Pei, how many days are you betting?"

Pei Yimu couldn't be bothered to answer. He simply closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa, the glowing tip of his cigar flickering between his fingers.

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One day, a few photos were dropped into a group chat for the young heirs of Yancheng.

Snow fell thickly as Lin Hanzhang stood cold-faced beneath a tree full of bare branches. Pei Yimu lowered his head to brush the snow from her hair. He held her hand tightly and tucked it into his coat pocket. Even through the photos, the tenderness in his eyes was unmistakable.

The man who was usually cool and refined had flushed cheeks and a hazy, drunken gaze as he held her captive in his arms, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

"Mumu, how exactly am I not as good as that man?"

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[Follow glory and stand by his side, until he bows his head in surrender.]

Theme: The salvation of youth