The Stand-In Is the Real White Moonlight

[Free to read in full] Office worker Jiang Tang diligently maintains the stability of various planes. She never expected to get caught in a trap one day. System: [Four substitute-romance novel worlds have accidentally merged. The white moonlight and all the substitutes have mysteriously died. You’re going to take their places.] Jiang Tang counts on her fingers, stunned. Eight roles? Are you sure? System: [If we don’t follow the plot, we’ll be destroyed along with the world!] An office worker has no say in the matter, so she can only keep diligently taking on secret identities and keeping them hidden. The devoted CEO unexpectedly falls for the substitute heroine: But you’re the one I love now. Jiang Tang: No thanks. I love the world. The delusional movie star: Do you like me? I’ll let us go get our marriage license right now. Jiang Tang: Let’s go. I’m an expert at getting fake marriage licenses. The gentle doctor: I love you, but I love her too. Jiang Tang: ...How about I show you this fist? Will you love it? Three jerk male leads are already more than enough to keep her busy, but there’s one more who just loves creating dramatic love-triangle showdowns for her. Whenever she dines with one of the jerk male leads, that possessive, lovesick little fish hooks its tail around her pant leg under the table, its voice sweet, sickly, and full of implication. “Having fun, big sister?” Jiang Tang: ...You seem to be the one having a pretty good time. Losing a secret identity is a thrill in the moment; losing them all the time is a constant thrill. [One-on-one romance: a possessive, obsessive male lead who quietly watches you perform and kindly manufactures dramatic love-triangle showdowns VS a calm, unruffled heroine who thinks, “Could I be defeated by a love triangle? Of course not.”]