My Rival and I Made Our Fake Romance Real [Entertainment Industry]

Mao Ying is a cool, aloof veteran actor.

At the Starlight Awards, he looks down on everyone from the podium at the Best Actor ceremony. But then...

"The Best Young Actor award goes to: Bo Jing!"

The place explodes! It practically blows right through the roof!!

He actually lost to a popular star!

Mao Ying's aloof facade cracks, and inside he's in turmoil: He'll get back what he lost! He has to win Best Actor this year!

But Mao Ying never expected that Bo Jing would outshine him not only at the Baichuan Awards, but in his own bed, too!

At the hotel:

After one night, he actually slept with his rival? Whatever. He has to get to work first.

That guy reaches out and strokes his sensitive cat ears. "Poor Teacher Mao, you didn't even hide your ears properly. Who are you in such a hurry to see?"

Career-focused Mao Ying: "I'm going to shoot a movie."

Bo Jing presses him down and takes his picture.

"Look at how..." Bo Jing stares at that face, short of breath, unable to finish.

Teacher Mao frowns at the photo: red at the corners of his eyes, tears in his eyes, cheeks flushed to the point of burning.

What kind of irresistible bottom is this!?

During the live broadcast of a xianxia drama:

Bo Jing plays the wayward disciple Li Tianji. He braces himself against the edge of the bed, trembling, excited, holding himself back as he softly calls, "Master, Master..." His voice is restrained and strained.

The director flies into a rage: "Li Tianji! Tone down the acting!"

Living together off camera:

Bo Jing smiles. "Teacher Mao, how about we try some desensitization therapy? Holding hands, hugging, or kissing?"

Mao Ying's brow twitches. "You. Are. Serious?"

He opens the script. Will someone tell him what this forced kissing scene is about?!

----------Coming Soon----------

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"The Cold Case Bureau: The Amnesiac Suspect"

What should you do if you transmigrate to a crime scene but have amnesia?!

Jiang Yue finds herself beside a corpse gone cold, with a rose branch in her hand.

The rose pierces the dead man's head, beautiful as can be, like a hammer striking her and making stars dance before her eyes.

Suspect Jiang Yue silently chokes back a sob. Help! Is she the killer or not?!

Confess? That would be way too unfair. Who transmigrates just to be brought to justice...

Don't confess? Then what? Boohoo, she really does look like the killer...

Every time someone dies, one of "her" diaries is left scattered at the scene:

Diary One: "She was dressing up in front of the mirror again, smiling so brightly it hurt to look at her. Everyone loves her: Father, Mother, Uncle, Auntie, Cheng Yuanting... Why? We have the same blood, but I live like a rat in a gutter while she basks in the sunlight."

Diary Two: "The flower boat was noisy, but for once I felt calm inside as I watched him slowly suffocate in front of me. I wanted to give him one last chance, but he called her name..."

Diary Three: "Uncle is finally dead. While cleaning his room, I found a secret letter he'd written to the Cold Case Bureau. I burned it, then scattered the ashes over his twisted face. That's how he should look."

Diary Four: "Cheng Ling is ridiculous. She actually went to Pei Jin for help. Can she save her? The candles in the west wing are so bright, making her terrified face look like a joke."

One victim after another, one diary after another. Jiang Yue is falling apart. Is she the killer? Should she turn herself in?

Who is the real murderer?

Please welcome the gentle yet genuinely unhinged Ninth Princess, who never takes leave, to reveal all!

Core Message: Do what you want to do