Planning to start this during summer vacation. Please add it to your reading list, I'm begging you~
Reality-show amateur guest x guitarist in a top-tier star band
Faux aloof white lotus x try-hard, devoted love ghost | Strangers in public, knives drawn in private
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Jiang Bailu is vain and has told countless lies and hidden countless secrets because of it.
For example, the refined heiress persona she's always maintained is an act.
For example, the claim that she suddenly dumped her heartthrob boyfriend because she was going abroad to study was made up.
And the identity she used later, as the granddaughter of an old acquaintance, when she apprenticed under a renowned master, was fabricated, too.
Then there's the personal history she put down when she joined an intangible cultural heritage reality show as an amateur guest: her family background, study trips, romantic history, and everything else, all lies from beginning to end.
When the other guests praised her aloof, ethereal beauty, she smiled serenely, looking as calm and unworldly as a chrysanthemum.
Then, the day before filming began, several celebrity guests suddenly showed up at the location.
Jiang Bailu raised her eyes and met a pair of unfathomably dark eyes amid the moving crowd.
It was Song Fu, her former heartthrob boyfriend, whom she'd abruptly dumped years ago.
His gaze paused for only a second. Soon, his brows lifted, and he wore an air of casual, seductive charm.
Jiang Bailu's heart pounded like a drum.
Of course, it wasn't the same heart-pounding she'd felt when she first laid eyes on him and fell for his looks.
It was fear. Fear that he knew too much, fear that he'd expose her.
After all, back when they were huddled together in a cramped rented room, the closeness between them had pressed her secrets until they were as thin as a cicada's wing.
She stood beside the producer, pretending to be calm as she nodded composedly and greeted the top-tier stars with polite courtesy.
As they brushed past each other, her wrist twinged. A blunt sensation touched her palm as something was forced into it, leaving no room for refusal.
When the lights were off and everyone had left, she hid somewhere alone and looked down at her palm.
Clutched in her hand was a hotel room key card for a top-floor suite, damp from her cold sweat.
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Reader advisory:
Both leads are manipulative, tea-sipping schemers. The female lead is neither from a powerful bloodline nor perfect. She's just an ordinary person with a down-to-earth life, working hard to climb higher. The male lead sometimes bites like a rabid dog. He puts on a show in public, but in private, he's a love-struck ghost.
Theme: If you have wings, you should fly to greater heights.
