The Pretty Boy Is Addicted to Flirting [Entertainment Industry]

Flamboyant, bold, teasing beauty bottom x refined scumbag elite top

After transmigrating into a book, Jian Tang became a minor character in a melodramatic wealthy-family novel.

The stepmother schemed to arrange a marriage for him, making him a bargaining chip in a deal.

He was rebellious and flamboyant to the core. How could he obediently let others use him to pave their way?

The face in the mirror was breathtakingly beautiful, its features so delicate they blurred the line between masculine and feminine. A red mark at the corner of his eye looked like a begonia in full bloom in the old capital.

He really was just like his name.

So, in the dim hotel corridor, he "accidentally" fell into a man's arms. When he looked up, the corners of his eyes and brows held a tender, irresistible charm.

The first time Fan Tingque saw Jian Tang, he knew this was the person he had been looking for.

A beauty like jade, but what a shame...

...He was warm on the surface and cold at heart, and a superb actor.

*

What had started as a mutually beneficial marriage agreement took Jian Tang further and further down the road of battling wits with Fan Tingque.

While changing clothes, he deliberately lifted the hem of his shirt in front of the other man, revealing a glimpse of his slender waist.

After drinking, he acted sweetly tipsy, leaning close to Fan Tingque's ear to call him "Sir."

When someone framed him, he secretly hooked his little finger around Fan Tingque's and murmured, "Husband, someone's bullying me."

The other man accepted every one of his tricks without batting an eye, returning them in kind. Neither of them got the better of the other.

Jian Tang grew more and more curious about what this solemn man would be like if he dropped his mask.

*

Later, the opportunities he wanted always came his way right on schedule. The scandals he got caught up in always vanished without a trace, and everyone who tried to harm him met a worse fate than the last...

Jian Tang began to suspect something was off.

*

Later still, Jian Tang lay sprawled on the huge bed, his lower back so sore he could barely straighten up. The beauty mark at the corner of his eye was surrounded by a lingering blush. He felt like he had lost both his wife and his soldiers, and taken a huge loss.

Just as he tried to make a run for it, someone grabbed his slender ankle and dragged him back.

"Now you know how to run?"

"You weren't scared when you were being so bold before."

Jian Tang: "Sob."

Note: A melodramatic, self-indulgent sweet-and-satisfying writing exercise~

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