I'm a shut-in cosplayer, but I transmigrated into a domineering CEO novel as the female lead's replacement.
The CEO threw me onto the bed and angrily ripped off my nose strip, face patches, double-eyelid tape, colored contacts, false eyelashes, anti-gravity wig, lace wig cap, wig grip, twenty-centimeter platform shoes, ita bag I'd made myself, and the badge of my fave pinned to it.
He was exhausted and gasping for breath, but still managed a wicked smile. "Woman, you look a lot like my beloved. I'll give you a chance to be her replacement."
I was in a real bind. Sorry, meow, but I don't take commissions from men.
CEO: One million.
I continued to struggle. Meow, it's not about the money...
CEO: Five million.
My expression wavered. Well...
CEO: I'll get you the rights to your fave, a hundred-square-meter ita room, a Maserati ita car, and I'll even organize an Only event for you.
I sprang up like a carp, pulled out my little notebook, and smiled ingratiatingly. "Sure thing, meow. Send me the character details, and I'll do a makeup test and get into the role tomorrow~"
Cosplayers are always broke.
After buying a truckload of merch for my fave, I was left feeling empty, just like my wallet.
To make ends meet, I had no choice but to take commissions from other people. Luckily, the CEO's friends were all lunatics too. Their beloveds were everywhere, and every one of them was caught up in a tragic romance, loving someone they could never have. There was plenty of demand for that sort of thing.
One day, while cosplaying as the CEO and strolling around with the villainess, I unexpectedly ran right into the real CEO.
Just like in every classic CEO novel, he grabbed me by the waist, his eyes bloodshot. "Are you leaving me just because her family owns a factory in Yiwu?"
Me: ?
The CEO was grief-stricken. "I'll buy the rights and adapt your fave's anime into a live-action series!"
Me: !
The CEO confessed passionately. "Actually, I've liked you for a long time. Don't go. Call me hubby, and I'll cosplay as a male character with you!"
Me: ?!
The villainess was deeply moved. Wiping away tears, she said with heartfelt admiration, "I give up. I've never seen Young Master Fang care so much about a woman!"
I staggered, my two buildings' worth of platform shoes refusing to obey me, and landed hard on my butt.
I gazed up at the azure sky, my eyes despondent.
Is this right?
This can't be right, can it?!
[Reading Guide]
1. Third-person narration, a devoted 1v1 couple, and a nonsensical comedy.
2. There's more to the opening than meets the eye. The male lead isn't a lawless criminal or a playboy. This is actually a healing story.
Theme: Even shut-ins have feelings, and shut-ins have love too.
