Also known as: The Anti-Melodramatic Female Writer and Her Crazy Male Second Lead
Marriage first, love later | forced love | running away while pregnant | female lead pretends not to understand and ignores the male lead's love | feigned amnesia, playing crazy and stupid | the powerful one humbly begs for love | extreme melodrama
1.
She transmigrated into a book! The blurb needs expansion.
Good news: It's her own book.
Bad news: She's become the love-struck, eloping adulterous fiancée of a vicious, ruthless, twisted, lame male second lead in an old-school, melodramatic Hong Kong-style forced-love story, where love is never returned. She's an illegitimate daughter born to an aunt, and the story is set at the very end of the darkest era...
How many buffs is that stacked together? It's practically a royal flush!
Li Jiajia rolled her eyes and kicked her legs out, lying on the hospital bed she'd been brought back to, and ascended to heaven on the spot.
When she opened her eyes again, night had fallen, and bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses surrounded her bed.
"That girl is a shameless little slut. Take her off to be a prostitute."
Li Jiajia, raised under the red flag and never forced to endure hardship, shivered at the words.
Suddenly, a cold, hard object clamped under her chin, forcing her to turn her head. She met a pair of dark, chilly eyes, inscrutable.
Wang Wenhan stood in a spot framed by the moon, his figure tall and straight, wearing a well-tailored retro suit from the last century. His long fingers gripped his cane through crocodile-skin gloves, making it creak.
The black onyx set into the tip of the cane pressed painfully against her. A soft whimper escaped her red lips, her voice gentle and delicate, veins visible beneath her slender neck.
What a lovely sight to behold.
2.
Later, on many a late night,
under the warm yellow bedside lamp,
his big hands had long since shed their cold crocodile-skin gloves, exposing ugly scars. They warmed as they caressed the sleeping woman's face again and again, unable to bear letting go;
his sharp, thin lips, full of love, touched her fluffy hair, arched brows, pert nose, soft cheeks, and delicate lips. Drowned in her brightness, he silently mouthed: Baby, I like you so much... You have to love me forever.
The woman was exhausted by him and thoroughly annoyed. With her eyes closed, she grabbed his hand and randomly pecked at it five or six times, placating him. "Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, go to sleep. It's already past time for my beauty sleep~"
The man lay down, perfectly content, pulled up the covers, and buried his face in her long hair.
Day after day.
2.0 The male lead's mental breakdown period
Wang Wenhan suffered burns over twenty percent of his body. Ugly, twisted scars like Jupiter's surface stretched from his left collarbone, across his entire right chest, and over his back and right arm.
Like a bone-deep parasite, they devoured his soul bit by bit, breath by breath.
Until one day, a woman forced him to wear a sleeveless shirt to show off his muscles on a yacht. Hanging from his right arm, she touched his scars and shamelessly declared, "Babe, you look so cool!"
[Is she really crazy? I must be pretty sick myself.]
"Babe, I heard scars like these are really sensitive. Next time, don't tie my hands! I haven't even felt your eight-pack abs yet. I'm so pitiful, boo-hoo." There wasn't a tear in sight.
[What are you talking about? Were you touching mahjong tiles this morning?]
"Babe, don't look at me like that. You only have seven abs." Because the skin covering the uppermost muscle on his right side had melted and fused from the heat, it felt uneven to the touch, and the muscle underneath was impossible to feel without pressing hard.
That was such a cold joke, it was a sin against heaven.
No woman had ever dared to treat Wang Wenhan like this.
Every day with Li Jiajia was noisy and chaotic.
A room without Li Jiajia could never become a home.
Home is the strongest fortress.
3.
Li Jiajia accidentally found Wang Wenhan's deranged diary.
She laughed, thinking he was just being chuunibyou again.
Until she read:
I want to bully her until she can't cry anymore. I want us to die together on a deserted island after dusk, while I look into her eyes., Wang Wenhan (a devoted Li Jiajia supremacist)
Li Jiajia ran for it: Oh no, he really does own an island.
Several years later, Li Jiajia, Hong Kong's Grand Slam best screenwriter, novelist, and female producer, released her new horror-thriller film, Island and Song, to great acclaim.
Whenever people asked what inspired her, Li Jiajia couldn't help rubbing her aching waist. She really had been bullied until she couldn't cry anymore, because she'd run out of tears. She hadn't died, but she'd lost half her life.
God said, "Let there be light," and his world was filled with light., Wang Wenhan
This story is about both plot and romance.
[Please note:]
[The male lead is a possessive guard-dog type? His scars will not go away, so don't read if that bothers you.]
[The male lead has an extreme possessive streak and a twisted need for control. A gutter-crawling bug wants to keep the moonlight all to himself.]
[My girl is Wang the Beast's precious baby. He needs to hold her close, look at her seventy or eighty times before bed, and kiss her seventy or eighty times to sleep peacefully.]
[Old-school melodrama, extreme melodrama. Wang the Beast really does have a hereditary mental illness.]
[Everyone favors the female lead.]
[Set in a fictional world, very fictional. Do not associate this with anyone in real life. Nothing to do with the author.]
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