A Cold, Powerful Man with a Skin Hunger [Showbiz]

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Blurb:

Jing Nian had only just awakened to the fact that he was the fake young master and cannon fodder in a melodramatic novel when, a second later, an unknown transmigrator took over his body.

Wearing his face, the transmigrator ruined the sweet and obedient image he'd maintained since childhood, becoming foolish and cruel, doing one bad thing after another, and turning him into a complete foil for the real young master.

A year later, his family had had enough and sent him abroad to fend for himself. Having accomplished their mission, the transmigrator returned control of the body to him.

It turned out Jing Nian was nothing but a stepping stone for the protagonist, a tool in the plot whose only purpose in the book was to help the real young master achieve a happy life.

Jing Nian: Am I allowed to swear?

Now he was not only cannon fodder, but had lost the moral high ground completely. Jing Nian, who normally wouldn't even jaywalk at a red light, just wanted to find a rooftop and think about his life.

Only his lackey still hoped he'd make a comeback, take down his enemies, seize the family fortune, and win back everything he'd lost!

Jing Nian, already overwhelmed by his part-time jobs, let it go in one ear and out the other. "Let's put all that aside for now. If we get to the cafeteria too late, the discounted fried chicken will be gone."

Lackey: ...

Even his enemies felt relieved.

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Elwin Ambrose.

Tall, mean, and cold, he was a star on NU's swim team and the sole legitimate heir to the North American Ambrose family.

Elwin knew about the new boy from the East and had a terrible first impression of him.

Weak, spoiled, all looks and no substance, and a schemer to boot.

His friend advised him not to be racist. Elwin replied, "I just hate him. That's not racism."

One night later on, Jing Nian had his foot against Elwin's cheek. Whether from anger or something else, the corners of his eyes and the skin behind his ears had turned bright red. He repeated the words, one by one: "Weak? Spoiled? All looks and no substance? A schemer?"

Elwin, nearly two meters tall, loomed over him, gripping the boy's slender ankle. Hot, damp kisses traveled from the top of his foot all the way up his leg. His voice was hoarse and amused.

"Baby, I'm completely at fault. Please don't hold it against an arrogant idiot."

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[Novel Blurb]

Fang Yuan was a struggling actor who made his debut in a low-budget web series. He had a handsome face and figure and decent acting skills, but he was so obscure that it was as if he'd never existed.

One night, an accident put him in bed with a stranger. At dawn, he didn't even dare ask the man's name. He grabbed his clothes and headed straight to the airport.

Huaicheng was 1,600 kilometers from Aoshi. It was just a little incident that didn't need correcting, Fang Yuan told himself.

To his surprise, from then on he became entangled with a powerful figure who had the entertainment industry in the palm of his hand.

Almost no one knew that the influential head of Henghe suffered from skin hunger and could only ease it with nerve-blocking medication.

That is, until a chance encounter led to a night together at the Jinhe Hotel.

A week later, Zheng Xiuwen found Fang Yuan, who had slipped away, and said in a tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather:

"I need a regular lover. You're a good fit."

They signed a contract. Fang Yuan would help relieve Zheng Xiuwen's skin hunger, and Zheng Xiuwen would give him the opportunities he wanted.

A mutually beneficial arrangement, with no tender feelings involved.

The cold, untouchable mogul who seemed so far above everyone else would also bend close to him when no one was around.

Fang Yuan was wary. "The door isn't locked."

"We're not sneaking around." His voice was low and husky. "Just let me hold you."

To avoid being accused of neglecting his obligations, Fang Yuan worked diligently, letting Zheng Xiuwen kiss and hold him, and even knead him and toss him around without resisting.

But after Fang Yuan got drunk and touched him a few extra times, Zheng Xiuwen seized his wrist.

Zheng Xiuwen's gaze darkened. "What are you groping me for?"

What a hypocrite. He never called it groping when he kissed and hugged Fang Yuan, but the moment Fang Yuan touched him twice, suddenly it was groping.

A little liquid courage made Fang Yuan bold. Hey, if I'm groping you, I'll really grope you. And not only that, I'll...

Later, the two fell out, and Fang Yuan became an actor so obscure he sank straight through the floor.

Three years passed like that. Deep in a scandal and facing astronomical compensation fees, he had nowhere else to turn, so he went to Zheng Xiuwen to borrow money.

Zheng Xiuwen was still as aloof as ever, chuckling indifferently. "Fang Yuan, is this all the backbone you've got?"

The seemingly impeccable one is actually obsessively possessive and suffers from skin hunger, a powerful gong x the shou, an actor who loves his craft but is a flop and doesn't realize he's flirting

Reading guide:

1. One-on-one romance, happy ending, both are sexually inexperienced.

2. Older gong, five-year age gap.

3. Nonlinear narrative; the chapter titles will indicate this.

4. Characters are not based on real people. Please don't make assumptions.

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