Liu Muye had never imagined that one day he would transmigrate into the novel he wrote.
The plot of The CEO’s Beloved Sweetheart, his failed urban romance novel, was actually quite simple. To summarize in one sentence:
The sweet daily life of a domineering CEO and a wealthy heiress.
Or, to put it even more bluntly:
A cliché, over-the-top Mary Sue love story.
Mary Sue tropes were outdated by decades—no wonder his book flopped. He deserved it for writing something so cheesy.
Just like the tacky title, the male lead’s name was equally uninspired: Nangong Ye.
The female lead’s name was Shangguan Yurou.
And no, don’t ask why both protagonists had double surnames—it was purely for the sake of sounding pretentious.
These days, readers would tear into a book if the main characters had even slightly ugly names—something Liu Muye knew all too well.
Since this was a Mary Sue romance, of course there had to be a villainess to drive the plot forward. Her name was Han Juyou.
Yes, the same Han Juyou who jumped off a building in the novel’s finale.
As a pure plot device, her role was singular: to create drama.
When the male lead fell ill, she showed up before the female lead could, taking care of him and sparking misunderstandings.
When the male lead lost something, she framed the female lead, making him resent her.
When the male lead was about to propose, she arranged for the female lead to get hit by a car and lose her memory.
In short:
Whenever the plot stalled, she was there to force it forward—though with Liu Muye’s illogical and cringe-worthy writing, it was no surprise his career as an author was doomed.
“Achoo—!”
On his way to Sylia Business School, Liu Muye sneezed out of nowhere. Rubbing his nose, he muttered, “Who’s talking crap about me behind my back?”
He pulled out his ID from his wallet and examined it. It looked almost identical to his real-world ID—same face, same ID number, same birthday (still September 17).
The only difference was the address.
His current residence was listed as:
Mansion No. 1, Changong Estate, Inner Ring District, Shangjing City.
Staring at the address, Liu Muye felt a surge of smug satisfaction.
Wasn’t writing novels all about making money? If he couldn’t be rich in real life, he might as well live the high life in his own book!
Besides the wallet, there was also a phone—given to him earlier by Luo Ji—placed neatly beside it. The phone functioned just like a real-world smartphone, except all his contacts were replaced with characters from the novel. And then there was the account balance…
One, ten, hundred, thousand—bro, dad, grandpa, holy ancestors!
“Hell yeah! This is too damn good! I’d rather die in my own novel than go back!”
Liu Muye blurted out something utterly shameless as he gaped at the absurdly long string of digits on his screen. Then he pushed open the car door and stepped out.
The driver called out, “That’ll be thirty.”
Liu Muye immediately snapped, “What the hell? A few kilometers for thirty bucks? Even Sunan Province’s taxis aren’t this scammy!”
The driver muttered under his breath, “Cheapskate. If you’re broke, why take a cab?”
“Who said I’m broke?!”
Still adjusting to his newfound wealth, Liu Muye was jolted back to reality by the driver’s remark. He opened his wallet, pulled out two crisp hundred-yuan bills, and tossed them onto the passenger seat.
“Keep the change,” he said coolly.
The driver’s attitude did a complete 180. “Oh! Oh! Thank you, boss! You’re the most generous man I’ve ever met—and the handsomest!”
Liu Muye raised an eyebrow. “That’s not what you said a second ago.”
“I—I was blind! Look at this stupid mouth of mine!” The driver slapped himself twice, grinning obsequiously. “Please don’t be mad, boss.”
“Why would I waste my anger on you?”
“Yes, yes! You’re magnanimous, boss! Don’t lower yourself to my level…”
A smirk tugged at Liu Muye’s lips as he turned away, basking in the driver’s groveling, and strode toward Sylia Business School.
Siliya Royal Business School—Liu Muye hadn’t written much about this institution in his novel, but to emphasize the male lead’s elite status, he had established it as a world-class business academy.
Now, standing before the school gates, Liu Muye was stunned. The entrance was as grand as the Arc de Triomphe, with towering, intricately carved pillars and ornate engravings.
Is this really the school I wrote about?
It’s even more luxurious than I imagined!
As he marveled, a sudden realization hit him. His eyes lit up, and he muttered under his breath, “If I’m the school chairman’s son… then this fancy-ass school is basically mine, right?”
The thought made him even bolder. Swaggering like a character from a Stephen Chow movie, he strutted through the gates.
The security guard at the entrance saluted him. “Good morning, Young Master!”
“Mhm.”
Liu Muye gave a nonchalant hum, chin tilted up, and kept walking—until he tripped over something.
“Who the hell left this here?!”
Faceplanted on the ground, Liu Muye was about to unleash his fury when a soft, apologetic voice reached his ears.
“I’m so sorry! My luggage got in your way. Are you okay? Do you need me to take you to the infirmary?”
A girl helped him up. Just as he was about to brush it off, he caught sight of the heart-shaped beauty mark beneath her left eye.
His pupils shrank.
“Han Juyou?!”
The girl turned to him, puzzled. “Huh? You know me?”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
