The Tragic White Moonlight Got the CEO's Script Wrong

[My next book is "I'm Just a Frail Female Ghost [Infinite]", a supernatural showbiz story featuring Chinese-style horror and traditional folk customs. The blurb is at the very end. Please add it to your collection.]

[Transmigrate into a book, and get caught up in a replacement romance.]

A "greasy," sweet, clumsy ghost X a sinister, ruthless living King of Hell (not the CEO from the original angsty romance)

Jin Jue was a cannon-fodder NPC in a transmigration novel. One day, she finally transmigrated into the early-era angsty romance novel "Domineering CEO, Love Me Madly: Where Are You, Fragile White Moonlight?" There, she became the heroine, the CEO's childhood friend and white moonlight, who had vanished without a trace after going abroad.

After transmigrating into the book, Jin Jue learned that it was an angst-fest [but only for the white moonlight]. Everyone in the story, from the CEO hero to the venomous minor female characters, hated her and wanted her dead. Even passing dogs would leap up, kick her twice, and then leave.

Only after she had endured a torturous plot that hurt both body and heart would the CEO finally come to his senses and begin his long, desperate pursuit of his wife.

Jin Jue: A little angsty romance? I've got this!

Chapter One: The white moonlight returns home.

The white moonlight is destitute and homeless. The wh... the white moonlight gets scammed?! And the scammer refuses to let her leave without paying compensation?!!

Tears welled in Jin Jue's eyes. She quickly got into character, ready to let out all her grievances.

In her mind, the System suddenly boomed with energy: "Smash him! Hit him hard with money!"

"Then lift your chin, curl your lips into a smile that's thirty percent contempt and seventy percent mockery, and tell him, 'You just want money, right? Fine, I'll give it to you!'"

Jin Jue weighed the two feather-light coins in her pocket. An indescribable excitement began to stir within her.

At last, thanks to Jin Jue's professional and, well, "greasy" performance, the bumpy story reached its climax without a hitch: the CEO's desperate pursuit of his wife!

But the CEO pulled out every trick in the book and searched all over Jinggang City, yet he couldn't find a trace of Jin Jue.

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Yan Mingsheng was a "dead man" dismissed in a single line by the plot, a "bloodthirsty King of Hell" who had climbed back out of the underworld.

He had nothing to do with the story, yet all kinds of accidents kept tying him to Jin Jue.

At first, he was utterly indifferent to whether Jin Jue lived or died. Then, he began to care now and then. Later, when Jin Jue was about to go find the CEO and act out the pursuit-of-his-wife storyline, she discovered that someone had locked her door from the outside.

Yan Mingsheng appeared silently behind Jin Jue, his face pale as a ghost. His voice was as gentle as could be, but his calm, fathomless gaze wrapped around her like chains.

"Where are you going? I'll go with you."

(This story is also known as "My Poor but Strong Days in an Angsty Romance," except...)

# The heroine transmigrates into the book in her own body.

# When it's as tacky as it can get, it's trendy; when it's as greasy as it can get, it's wild. If we're going to go crazy, we might as well go all the way.

# A silly story where I let loose. I promise no melodrama and no forced brainlessness for the leads. I'm just trying to make you laugh (Woman, do you know how beautiful you look when you smile? Hmm? [Bites a rose, winks, and smirks wickedly])

"I'm Just a Frail Female Ghost [Supernatural]"

A bewitching but guileless Republican-era female ghost X a Taoist priest with more schemes than a honeycomb. Horror.

Song Xueheng was a nobody who had just debuted in the entertainment industry. Because she didn't understand the workplace's "unspoken rules," her agent sent her on an outdoor adventure variety show, claiming it would build character.

It was called an adventure, but it was really a wilderness survival show. The guests were dumped from the start into a remote mountain forest with no signal, and whether they lived or died was left to fate.

That night, the exhausted guests fell fast asleep in a makeshift wooden hut with drafts coming in from every side.

Outside, a battered little red sedan chair creaked to a stop in front of the door.

The wind blew open the curtain. The chair was empty, save for a neatly folded, bright red wedding dress.

After Song Xueheng came back alive from the outdoor adventure show, she gradually began receiving more acting offers, flourishing in both film and television and variety shows.

But the productions she joined grew stranger and stranger, one after another.

A sweet dating reality show:

The microphones kept picking up strange sounds, and footsteps could be heard every night from the ceiling of the top-floor room.

A pastoral, healing variety show:

Long, unfamiliar hair appeared in the carefully prepared meals. In the morning, the guests woke to a mess of strange, muddy footprints outside their cottage, nestled against the mountains and beside the water.

Even at the hotel where she stayed while filming a movie, the sound of children laughing and playing often echoed through the corridors in the dead of night...

While everyone else screamed in terror at the strange occurrences, Song Xueheng looked on calmly, bewildered. "Is this really scary?"

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Song Xueheng had a secret.

She wasn't human. She was a ghost, a wandering spirit who had drifted through the world for nearly a century.

Just as she was about to become a vengeful ghost, a flash of white light appeared. When she opened her eyes again, she had a physical body once more.

To fit into modern society as quickly as possible, Song Xueheng accepted an offer from a talent scout who approached her on the street. Only after signing did she see the true face of the unscrupulous company.

She thought she'd gotten the worst possible start, but who could have guessed that her "remarkable" performances in variety shows and movies would turn her from an unknown nobody into a rising star everyone wanted?

It just wasn't quite the kind of fame she expected.

Whether entertainment-industry colleagues or fans, everyone liked to respectfully address her as "Master."

Her rivals dragged Song Xueheng through the mud online while secretly paying a fortune to buy her autograph.

Rumor had it her signature could ward off evil, avert calamity, and turn misfortune into good luck.

Song Xueheng: ...It's not me, I didn't do it. I'm just a frail female ghost.

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[Romance Synopsis]

Duan Yan was a heaven-sent genius who hated evil. His yin-yang eyes could see through every cause and effect in the world, yet he couldn't see through Song Xueheng.

When they first met, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. Smiling, he tested her: "I see an aura of yin energy wrapped around Miss Song's face. I'm afraid you don't have long to live."

Song Xueheng broke into a cold sweat, thinking Duan Yan had seen through her secret. She silently resolved to stay far away from him.

Later, when Song Xueheng was on the verge of having her soul scattered, Duan Yan wiped the blood spilling from his lips onto her pale lips. His gaze burned with feverish madness.

"As long as I'm here, you won't die."

Moral: Throw away the glass slipper and be your own queen.