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m1sosazai · 3 years ago

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“My love…” mewled Chen Lihua weakly, as a slim, pale white hand struggled up from the wreckage where she lay, a weak omega brought down by life who had accidentally been swiped during the fight with me and the now-dead Zhao Yuheng, whose pheromone had faded to burnt, soggy chicken left out too long on the counter.

Her scent, that of strawberry milk tea with two cups of sugar, rejuvenated me after our epic battle and I leaped up immediately, gathering her up with the remains of her magical girl idol costume. “Yes, sweetheart, it’s me,” I purred, scooping what used to be the nation’s Film Empress in my big, muscular alpha arms. “I promise you, you’ll never have to sleep with another man for money again… I’m here, and after I bankrupt Jiang Corporation, we’ll live happily ever after.”

Soothing her with my refined, comforting pheromones of Earl Grey tea, I petted her cat ears as her cat eyes slowly closed, my tail lifting in pride as we headed toward the Civil Affairs Bureau to get our red books.

THE END

The real Chen Lihua (with gloves on of course), gingerly dropped the last page of the suspicious-smelling document that had been delivered to her door by probably crazed stans, grimacing all the while. She’d known being an actress – especially one that was as red as her - was a dangerous occupation, but after that hit to her reputation from internet navy forces looking to blacken her, and the subsequent need to hire a new agent after the last one had professed his love for her, as well as get a better public relations crew… Chen Lihua, not yet the film empress she hoped to be, was not exactly swimming in funds.

This wasn’t the tube-shaped complex of the past, but apparently saving money by simply living with a friend-of-a-friend wasn’t working out.

Sighing, she picked up the phone and dialed the one person she knew she could trust.

“Jiang Mingxi,” and to her embarrassment, she felt her voice hitch as the woman on the other side picked up the phone in record time. It hadn’t been easy sleeping with the stalker uncaught and the one behind her drop in popularity unknown, but what was this? Despite the popular view of her as either a fragile princess too kind for this earth or a scheming green tea lotus who would cry at the drop of a hat for sympathy, Chen Lihua had never really considered herself either. “I… I’ve received another disturbing package.”

And it wasn’t from Zhao Yuheng, they both knew.

At the other end of the phone, Jiang Mingxi growled protectively. “Should I send another security team to circle the property?”

“No- WHAT,” Chen Lihua DIDN’T shout, as she ripped open her curtains to find a group of tall, beefy men in black suits standing near the front gate and bristling menacingly at passersby. “Jiang Mingxi, WHEN THE HELL DID THEY GET THERE, I TOLD you I can’t afford to pay them or you back!” (Okay, that last part MIGHT have resembled a yell. But she was a nice person, and nice people didn’t yell!)

She was caught between bristling at this unasked-for protective measure that felt almost as invasive as the suspicious white-stained papers littering the floor, and chagrin as her mental calculator tried to figure out exactly how much she’d have to make and how many movies she’d have to do in a year to maybe scratch the surface of what they were worth and what this favor she’d have to ask would cost.

Damn rich people.

“The first time those crazed ‘fans’ started smearing your name on Weibo because they thought you were dating Yang Haoran,” came the unrepentant reply. “I couldn’t have my… friend… suffering like that, defenseless. Don’t worry, I’m paying for them and they won’t interfere with your everyday life.” Another pause. “Though I guess I should hire some of my friends from the Ministry of State Security to investigate what’s going on with the letters, as well.”

Chen Lihua told herself that that pause before the word ‘friend’ did NOT mean what her stupid, fluttery heart thought it meant, that since they’d JUST stopped arguing and pinning each other to walls out of frustration, she shouldn’t jeopardize their relationship by yelling at Jiang Mingxi for her typical high-handed attitude.

What came out was, “Are you saying that you hired a bunch of ineffective stalkers who are currently making all the neighbors look at me strangely, WITHOUT MY CONSENT, and now think hiring ANOTHER STALKER, who will definitely make people accuse me of being someone who relies on unspoken rules, will fix this?!”

A sharp intake of breath sounded from across the line, and Chen Lihua was back to regretting her life, x2.

Why was it so hard to be nice. Chen Lihua was (currently) a third-line actress known for her kindness and generosity to the public. She had been a school flower at the Beijing Film Academy who never lost her temper at even the worst-behaved admirer!

…N-not that she and Jiang Mingxi (who was engaged! To a man! Even though that man was often smiling strangely when he saw the two of them together, and even more strangely muttered things like “hate these early faceslapping arcs” and “Zhao Yuheng doesn’t need a little black house as character development”!) were like that, of course…

As her face heated up and she hurriedly closed the curtains and stalked away from the window to pace out her tension, Chen Lihua almost dropped the phone when she heard Jiang Mingxi clear her throat and say, very carefully, “Chen Lihua.”

She wasn’t a fragile glass ornament, but Chen Lihua appreciated the care Jiang Mingxi was taking, rather than using her usual “bull in a china shop” conversational ways. So…

“Yes, Jiang Mingxi?” she decided to answer, slowing to a stop over a comfortable armchair.

“You’re right,” continued the other woman awkwardly. It was easy to tell that she hadn’t said that to many people in her life, especially since she was the heir to China’s biggest corporation and richest family. “I didn’t take your feelings into consideration, and it’s clear that the measures I thought would help you and be as non-intrusive to your life were, in fact, not.”

Despite herself, despite KNOWING these feelings she had were completely one-sided, Chen Lihua felt her shoulders relaxing at this acknowledgement as she dropped into the chair and reclined.

“So, I want to ask you now, as one of the people I respect most in this world. To better work together and find a solution to this problem, will you… move in with me?”

The phone fell from Chen Lihua’s suddenly limp hand, landing face-down on the floor with a loud CRACK!

somebody said this on orvcord so now i have this. hope you like chinese transmigration novels lol

Man it’s always “i’m a girl who transmigrated into a bl novel what am i supposed to do now?!” and never “I’m a boy who transmigrated into a gl novel what am i supposed to do now?!” Lol

“The standard is 100 roses,” Zhao Yuhang muses. “But it’d probably be better if it was 100 of her favorite flower. Maybe Jiang Mingxi knows what it is? Hey, Haoran, can you ask her?”

Right, so there are two things wrong with this. First of all: “Why do I have to do anything about it,” I say, raising my eyebrows. “This is your thing.”

“Yeah, but it’s less weird if you ask her, you know I’m not that close with Sister-in-Law.”

“So you don’t think it’s weird if I ask my fiancée about another girl’s favorite flowers?”

Zhao Yuhang pauses. “…Sister-in-Law isn’t the jealous type, and it’s really not like you’re doing anything wrong,” he says, but I can practically see him mentally writing off that plan. Good.

Second of all: “Has it maybe occurred to you that Chen Lihua’s never going to like you ever.”

Zhao Yuhang gasps dramatically, hand clutching his chest. “Ah-Hao, why are you so mean,” he wails, like an idiot. “Don’t say it like that! Just because you’ve got Sister-In-Law doesn’t mean you have to curse us single dogs, you know?”

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#so i wrote a thing #and i tried to keep chen lihua in-character from what i saw on orvcord #but idk how well i pulled it off lmao

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