I am the entertainment industry's most famous simp, and a successful one at that—I married the Movie King. But then, one day, I awakened. I discovered I'm the vicious ex-husband of the male lead (the top) in a BL novel. I’m the cannon fodder villain who took advantage of the male lead (the bottom) going abroad to use schemes and force myself on the top, eventually dying a miserable death. And right now, I'm participating in a live-streamed couple's travel reality show. Someone jokingly asked: "Sue, standing by this seaside, what do you want to do most right now?" I looked at the camera and answered: "Divorce." Instantly, the internet exploded. 1 The room fell silent, and the live stream comments scrolled frantically. Because not long ago, I was still the number one simp for Movie King Julian Thorne, my husband. And now, I was actively proposing a divorce. [Is Sue crazy?] [What's going on so early in the morning? Why the sudden divorce talk?] [Here for the clout again. Lol, Sue can't live without drama.] [He was simping so hard a few days ago, and now he wants a divorce? Do you believe it? I don't.] [Probably acting up again. Where does a small celebrity get the courage to act up everywhere?] [Oh well, haters are fans too~] 2 The comments flew by too fast for me to read any. "Oh, I get it, you mean 'divest', right? Yes, we have to split up for street interviews later, it really takes a lot of energy!" A guest tried to save the situation. I smiled and shook my head: "No, I said..." Suddenly, a force grabbed the back of my head and turned it. The next second, my lips felt warm. And the surrounding guests cheered: "Whoa~" The director team took the opportunity to cut the live stream. I pushed the person away with one hand and slapped him with the other. A crisp, loud slap echoed. After a gasp of surprise, only Julian and I were left in the huge living room. 3 Julian frowned slightly, his tone cold: "What's wrong with you?" I pushed the limp black hair on my forehead back, unbuttoned the top button that was choking me, and the anger in my chest surged to my throat. Because just now, I accidentally bumped my head. And a memory suddenly appeared in my brain. It turns out I live in a BL novel, and I'm a vicious male side character! Feeling irritable from the flood of memories, I snapped: "What? Not pretending anymore?" I sat down with my legs crossed: "No way, did you really think I was the cool, pure type? Hilarious, I got tired of pretending ages ago." After speaking, I stared at Julian, wanting to see his shocked expression. Unexpectedly, this guy had no expression, just hummed: "Okay, then don't pretend. Put your legs down, crossing them is bad for your knees." My happily swinging leg stopped and dropped. It felt like punching cotton—unsatisfying. Instead, I seemed unreasonable, choking myself half to death. Julian lowered his eyes and buttoned my shirt back up. His warm breath hit my face, and in the end, I didn't push him away. "Alright, let's go record the show." Julian took my hand and walked out. Julian is just like that, making it impossible to lose your temper. 4 Julian and I met at my eighteenth birthday party. Back then, I was a rich second-generation idler relying on my family's money, while Julian already had a name in the entertainment industry. Debuted at seventeen, Movie King at twenty, Grand Slam winner at twenty-five. Smooth sailing all the way, becoming a hot A-list actor in just seven years. His impeccable face and acting skills made famous directors sigh: "A born actor." But Julian was aloof, rarely taking on anything other than acting, with very few scandals. So I schemed, checking online what he liked to eat, what clothes he liked, what type of person he liked. Finally got: Cool, innocent, cute. I looked at my non-mainstream outfit and red hair. I learned from my pain and changed on the spot. Two months later, I got used to wearing white shirts, smiling slightly, and dyed my red hair back to black. I hovered in front of Julian for half a year before successfully hooking up, then secretly seduced him for another year before finally getting together. Married for more than two years, I was still addicted to his face. Although he was a bit cold, I always thought that since he agreed to be with me, he must have feelings for me. Now you tell me he was forced to be with me and would abandon me for his white moonlight. Then those past incidents of my warm face meeting his cold butt suddenly made sense.
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