The Stand-In Just Wants to Gossip

Ji Huaishu is a struggling online novelist who's never been in a relationship.

One day, while out gathering material on the street, he had an asthma attack and collapsed at a traffic light.

When he opened his eyes again, a handsome man in a perfectly tailored suit was standing beside his hospital bed.

Broke Ji Huaishu weakly waved a hand. "...I'll be discharged soon. I don't need a caregiver."

Do-Gooder Fu Yancheng: "???"

Fu Yancheng: "Mr. Ji, would you be willing to be with me?"

The butler appeared at just the right moment. "The young master has someone in his heart who looks a lot like you."

Ji Huaishu leaned back in alarm. Got it, he was looking for a stand-in.

"I can pay you the same salary as a special assistant at the company," Fu Yancheng said apologetically. "I know that might be insulting. You can refuse..."

Ji Huaishu, a perpetually single man struggling to write a melodramatic stand-in story, grabbed the domineering CEO's hand. "Please, by all means, insult me again and again, over and over, endlessly, a thousand times, ten thousand times."

Fu Yancheng: "???"

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To write a story, you have to listen, watch, and experience things for real. And rich-family drama is the best material of all.

After having sex, Ji Huaishu sat by the window in a bath towel, absorbed in his role and typing away with a sorrowful expression.

Fu Yancheng's heart stirred. What a devious little stand-in.

Ji Huaishu ate without daring to reach for any dishes. Getting into character, he lowered his eyes and let tears fall, immersed in his character's bitter misery.

Fu Yancheng served him food. Poor, insecure little stand-in.

Ji Huaishu saw a portrait of the woman he was meant to replace and, immersed in his character's confusion and helplessness, turned and stumbled away.

Fu Yancheng sighed. He really has fallen for me after all. It's time to give him a proper place in my life.

.

Fu Yancheng prepared flowers and a ring. When he got home, he found the little stand-in gone without a trace, leaving behind only a note:

[Thanks, boss. I'm off. I've gathered enough material. I hope you and your true love grow old together.]

Fu Yancheng: "???" I should've fucked him to death yesterday.

Sunny, goofy, sickly bottom VS delusional CEO top

[No true love]

Theme: Stay optimistic, no matter when or where