From Epic Fail to Beloved White Moonlight

[Coming soon: White Moonlight and Cinnabar Mole Are Both Me. The blurb is at the very end. Please add it to your favorites~] Blurb for this novel: Everyone knows that award-winning actor Cheng Mian has a white moonlight. He has had a secret crush on his white moonlight for years, acting for his sake and even founding an entertainment company for his sake... Everyone also knows that washed-up actor Lu Zhao pursued Cheng Mian relentlessly, even throwing himself at him to be his stand-in just so he could marry him. Cheng Mian was cold and distant even after they married. On their wedding day, he told Lu Zhao, “You are not allowed in the room on the west side of the second floor of the Cheng family home.” Everyone thought Lu Zhao had thrown himself at Cheng Mian because he was madly in love with him. Cheng Mian probably thought so himself. Only Lu Zhao knew that he hadn’t married Cheng Mian for love at all. Besides, he suffered from severe psychological face blindness. After sharing a bed for two years, he still couldn’t remember what the award-winning actor looked like. He could only recognize him by features like his clothes and accessories. Lu Zhao had always kept up the act flawlessly. One day, while attending an event, Lu Zhao tripped and fell. He looked up, spotted the familiar watch and tie on the person beside him, and without a second thought grabbed the man’s hand and whined, “Honey, it hurts~” The moment he said that, the entire venue fell silent. Lu Zhao still had no idea what was going on. The next second, he crashed into a broad, solid embrace. A strong arm wrapped around his waist. A familiar, cold voice came from above Lu Zhao’s head, addressing the person opposite them. “Sorry, my spouse is drunk.” The man put particular emphasis on the words “my spouse.” Lu Zhao looked down at the person he was holding, then at the man behind him with his arms firmly around him, and saw that they were wearing the same watch and tie. Lu Zhao: “...” #The disaster caused by matching outfits# - After his cover was blown, Lu Zhao was mortified. Cheng Mian’s face was frighteningly cold. After giving it a lot of thought, Lu Zhao decided he was done being a stand-in. So he went to Cheng Mian to talk about getting a divorce. But when Cheng Mian heard the word “divorce,” the usually cold and distant man suddenly lost control. He grabbed Lu Zhao by the wrist and pinned him against the wall. His voice was obsessive and possessive. “You are my legal spouse. You think I’ll let you go? Impossible.” Lu Zhao: “???” What about your white moonlight? Aren’t you going to choose him anymore! - One day, Lu Zhao dragged himself out of bed well past noon. His back hurt like hell, and he was in a foul mood. With a mind to stir things up, Lu Zhao opened the door to the room on the west side of the second floor. The moment he entered, he froze. The room was full of photos and portraits of him. From high school and college, his first acting role, his first time on stage, every magazine spread and photoshoot... In the lower-right corner of every picture were two words: “Mine.” #The white moonlight was me all along!# #What do I do when an obsessive award-winning actor has his eye on me QAQ# Reader's guide: 1. One-on-one sweet romance, each other's first love. 2. There are some elements involving fake and real young masters. The protagonist being pursued is the real young master. 3. The entertainment industry is only a backdrop. Everything comes from the author's imagination, with no real-life models. Please don't bring up real people. 4. Updates every day at 6 p.m. sharp. Any other activity is editing. -----Blurb for the upcoming novel below----- White Moonlight and Cinnabar Mole Are Both Me [Book Transmigration] A younger, arrogant wolf pup X an elegant, ethereal white-moonlight master Shi Yu received a mission during his vacation. The mission brief read: In a world derived from a certain novel, readers had both a cinnabar mole and a white moonlight in their hearts. The white-moonlight master was an elegant, ethereal, cold and aloof beauty on a lofty peak, an unapproachable shadow the protagonist never dared touch. The cinnabar-mole nemesis was all bark and a soft heart. He gave the protagonist his genuine affection and risked his life to save him. The two were a bickering pair who were constantly at odds yet fond of each other. Both characters had their own charms. The novel became a huge hit, and fans of the two pairings fought fiercely, building one argument after another. The bad news was that the protagonist in the derived world suddenly refused to play along. He ran a sword through the cinnabar mole, then went so far as to grind the white moonlight to dust. Shi Yu: “Which one am I supposed to play?” System: “Both.” Shi Yu: “I can work with that. Please reset the world.” The System stammered: “No, you have to deal with the protagonist who ran a sword through the cinnabar mole and ground the white moonlight to dust...” Shi Yu: “???” Then he transmigrated. Shi Yu looked down and met a pair of wolf-like eyes. The frail boy’s back was straight as a sword. Though several waves of pressure bore down on him, he showed no sign of surrender. Shi Yu reminded him, “You have to kneel to become my disciple.” The boy’s red lips curled into a bloodthirsty, unruly smile. “You think you’re worthy?” The System quietly reminded him: “Right, your job is to make this kind of protagonist fall in love with you. Be gentle...” The next second, Shi Yu lashed out with his whip. The junior cinnabar mole finally met the protagonist. The two competed for a treasure in a secret realm. System: “Right, the cinnabar mole wins him over with sincerity. Hurry up and give the treasure to the protagonist!” Shi Yu stole the treasure with a dirty trick, then turned around and drove his sword through the protagonist’s shoulder. System: “...” This was going to end badly. But later... The white moonlight tried to expel the protagonist from the sect. The ambitious protagonist dropped to his knees, crawling toward his cold, merciless master. He reached out helplessly and clung to the master’s spotless robe, pleading in a hushed voice, “Master, I’ll admit to any mistake. Please don’t abandon me...” Every word sounded as though he were weeping blood, and his pure, dark eyes were filled with a pathological possessiveness. The cinnabar mole, despairing, barged into a deadly trap. The protagonist, usually cold and merciless to everyone else, lost his composure and rushed into the trap, rescuing the cinnabar mole who had always opposed him. The protagonist struggled desperately. The CP fans fought like mad. One day, Shi Yu logged into the wrong account and, wearing the cinnabar mole’s face, called the protagonist “disciple.” The protagonist sneered. “Master, you kept me in the dark for far too long.” Theme: Everyone is one of a kind.