Eighteen Years of Fine-Tuning, a Professional Trash Picker

Leng Huaisong transmigrated into a novel about a groveling male lead chasing his wife, where he was the pathetic bootlicker of a protagonist. According to the original plot, he fell in love at first sight with Ji Shiang, the wealthy young master of the elite Ji family, pursued him relentlessly, and used underhanded means to marry into the family. But after they married, Ji Shiang still despised him and treated him with utter coldness.

Leng Huaisong frowned. "Being a bootlicker is too hard. I might as well inherit the family business."

The original plot: [You have no family business to inherit.]

Leng Huaisong: "Then surely I can start a business from scratch?"

The original plot: [You have no capital, and your family is drowning in debt.]

Squatting by the roadside, Leng Huaisong turned his gaze to a pile of trash at the curb.

Rumor had it that the Ji family's young master was very cold toward his fiance and never mentioned him in public. Just as everyone assumed the man would be thrown out by the Ji family sooner or later, and the socialites were eagerly sizing up their chances, Ji Shiang made a grand appearance at a high-society banquet with Leng Huaisong by his side.

The Leng Huaisong of rumor was said to be vile and ordinary-looking. To their surprise, Mr. Leng was as strikingly beautiful as a snow-covered mountain, living up to his surname. His pale lips curved into a smile that was irresistibly alluring.

At the banquet, someone struck up a conversation with Leng Huaisong. "May I ask what industry you're in, Mr. Leng?"

Leng Huaisong replied, "Garbage collection."

The other person's expression changed.

Before long, word had spread around the banquet that the handsome Mr. Leng had a rather sharp tongue.

People whispered among themselves.

"Have you heard? The young master of the Ji family might really be about to break up!"

"What makes you say that?"

"His partner made a public jab about not looking for a boyfriend in the trash."

That night, as Leng Huaisong was about to leave, Ji Shiang, who had been throwing tantrums a lot lately, inexplicably pinned him against the wall. "Who are you calling trash?"

His anger lasted until the next day, when he happened to see a news report about Leng Huaisong on television.

[The Ultimate 'Trash King' Gives Up a Million-Yuan Salary and Becomes a Billionaire Through Investing]

[The Hidden Tycoon: The Ultimate 'Trash King']

[He's the 'Trash King.' He Built a Business Selling Scrap and Battled His Way to Billionaire Status!]

Ji Shiang: !!!

Coming next:

[Another Day of Being Forced to Be a Caged Canary]

Yan Xi, a top-tier actor in the industry,

with top-tier looks and top-tier acting skills, arrogant and bad-tempered.

Pei Weizhi, a popular top-tier star,

with top-tier looks and top-tier acting skills, socially adept and smooth in every situation.

Pei Weizhi couldn't stand Yan Xi's arrogance,

and Yan Xi looked down on Pei Weizhi's hypocrisy.

They had always been like two kings who never crossed paths, each looking down on the other. Their fans were just as quick to explode, picking fights whenever they met. They were the industry's sworn enemies.

Then one day, both of them transmigrated into a melodramatic, clichéd fanfiction written about them by a fan of their ship.

Pei Weizhi became a financial tycoon.

And Yan Xi became

the canary kept by the tycoon.

Yan Xi transmigrated into a melodramatic fanfiction and became the canary of his sworn enemy, Pei Weizhi.

To make matters worse, he had to follow the original plot, or his heart would be struck with excruciating electric shocks.

Since Pei Weizhi knew the plot, Yan Xi had no choice but to team up with him to stay alive.

But lately, something had been bothering him. There were far too many intimate scenes in this fanfiction.

So when Pei Weizhi pinned him down on the bed yet again, Yan Xi raised a hand to stop him.

"There's a kissing scene here too?"

"There is."

Pei Weizhi replied curtly, gripped his chin, and kissed him hard.

Theme: Work diligently, and success will follow.