This Is Different from the Original Book!

The moderately sized space was filled with an unspeakable fragrance.

It was like strong liquor colliding fiercely with a certain faint woody scent, going from initial repulsion and unwillingness to yield, to gradually intertwining strand by strand, brewing into a passionate, intoxicatingly cool wine-like aroma.

The man's tall and straight frame slammed with a bang against the smooth tiles behind him, his scalding hot skin jolted by the chill as goosebumps broke out all over in dense rows.

A slender, fair hand adorned with a few silver rings was viciously gripping his neck, slamming him against the wall.

He took a deep breath, showing no intention of resisting at all, letting out a somewhat hoarse gasp from his throat, and then he drew in a slight, sharp breath, laughing softly, "Tsk, it hurts."

The dissolute tone in his voice almost wrapped around the owner of that hand as unbridledly as his pheromones.

"..." Shen Ranxin narrowed his eyes, coldly watching the pupils of the man concealed by messy strands of hair, carrying a deep sense of conquest and desire as he stared meaningfully at his own neck.

He frowned with cold and indifferent impatience, the silver rings on his fingers tainted with someone else's temperature transmitted from the skin.

As fellow Alphas, their pheromones were bound to be antagonistic.

Clearly, Lu Zhi's pheromone rank was much higher than his.

Shen Ranxin paused, the corner of his eye sweeping past the exact eight hidden camera positions surrounding the bathroom, intentionally exposing his actions to the cameras.

"Lu Zhi, I've said it before, Cheng Cheng is mine. You'd better stay away from him, you hear me?"

The force gripping Lu Zhi's neck grew heavier and heavier. Lu Zhi narrowed his eyes, the outer corners of his eyes flushed with a peach-blossom pink, and he kept his lips pressed together in silence.

Shen Ranxin watched Lu Zhi's expression, always feeling a chill running down his back, a sensation of being watched by a wild beast.

...Anyway, Lu Zhi didn't look like he was in pain right now.

He subconsciously loosened his grip and just as he wanted to pull his hand back, Lu Zhi raised his hand, grabbed his wrist, and brought the bridge of his nose close to it.

Warm breath sprayed against the back of his hand, so scalding that Shen Ranxin gave a start, instantly jerking his hand back.

And in a very stress-induced reflex, he slapped Lu Zhi across the face.

Lu Zhi was tilted slightly to the side by the blow, a clear red mark appearing on his fair face.

Lu Zhi: "Mm."

Shen Ranxin: "..."

Try panting one more time!!?

Shen Ranxin took a somewhat collapsing, deep breath.

...I really want to say goodbye to this world full of gays.

He quickly turned his grief and indignation into fury, reached out with both hands to grab Lu Zhi's collar, shoved him to the ground, and raised his foot, preparing to fiercely strike this damn pervert's abdomen, then complete the mission and leave in style!

Unexpectedly, Lu Zhi reacted extremely quickly by raising his hand to block the kick he delivered, turning his hand to grab his ankle and yanking it downward.

Lu Zhi tilted his head up to look at him, sitting in front of him with his legs spread apart.

One hand pressed down on his ankle while the other hand swept back the strands of hair hanging over his forehead, revealing a smooth forehead covered in beads of sweat, his gaze hazy and crafty: "Ha? Like playing it rough?"

Shen Ranxin: "..."

Panting again!!!!

Shen Ranxin abruptly yanked his foot out.

As a result, the foot came out, but the shoe stayed on.

The atmosphere grew even more ambiguous and subtle. Shen Ranxin gritted his teeth and said, "Give it to me."

Lu Zhi raised an eyebrow, hooking Shen Ranxin's shoe with his finger and shaking it: "No."

A vein popped out on Shen Ranxin's forehead, and he said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Lu Zhi."

Lu Zhi lifted his gaze lazily: "Hm?"

"I'll really pretend we're playing SM and beat you to death."

Lu Zhi propped his chin in his hand: "...Weren't you looking to bring me here alone just to play this?"

Anyone normal could tell I was trying to threaten you, you damn pervert, right?

Shen Ranxin snatched back his shoe and put it on, wiped his fingers with a handkerchief as if dealing with something ill-omened, threw it at Lu Zhi's face, and forced out his final lines with a cold face: "I hope you know what's good for you and stop showing up in front of me and Cheng Cheng from now on!"

After saying that, he turned and bolted out of the bathroom with a speed that seemed to crave a hundred-meter dash.

The intense brandy scent that had been lingering at the tip of his nose just moments before had almost intoxicated him. Only now, breathing in the fresh air abruptly, did Shen Ranxin's wits gradually return.

If playing a counterclockwise clock five hundred times could turn back time by three months, he would chop off his own hands rather than open that cheesy trash-dog novel titled The Soft Idol Emperor's Nightly Indulgence.

He had just finished reading about how the vicious villain sharing his exact name coveted the protagonist shou and was continuously slapped in the face by Lu Zhi, the protagonist gong. Despite his family background and strength falling short of Lu Zhi's, the villain still jumped around like a clown picking fights every day, only to end up driven to ruin by Lu Zhi's schemes, forced to jump into the sea and drown by debt collectors.

The moment he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into the vicious villain himself.

There was also that damned thing claiming to be a system, which made him follow the original plotline and finally successfully achieve the original book's outcome of jumping into the sea to commit suicide, after which it would let him collect ten billion in prize money to live a carefree life with a seaside villa.

Otherwise, the system would reclaim his life.

After hesitating for a long time, the moment Shen Ranxin finished signing the contract with it, the bastard directly got off work and shut down. For the past half month, it hadn't made a single peep.

With no other choice, Shen Ranxin could only grit his teeth and dutifully follow the plot based on his memory.

The original owner had debuted as a child star and was originally a wildly popular national idol, only to be dragged down later by his birth family.

He took on any job just to make money, so his reputation grew worse and worse.

So when he transmigrated, the original owner had already turned into a C-list celebrity with scandals flying everywhere.

Legends of him still remained in the industry, but he was no longer in it.

Half a month ago, he accepted a gig to record a dating reality show featuring the protagonist gong and shou.

After all, the fact that he liked the protagonist shou was common knowledge in the entertainment circle.

Naturally, the production team brought back a scandal-ridden idol like him to serve as a stepping stone on the love path of the protagonist gong and shou.

Given the original owner's stupid and vicious temperament, he could also drum up plenty of drama for the show.

Yet Shen Ranxin had at least read the original novel and mastered a cheat; wouldn't following the original plot be a piece of cake?

Actor Shen was full of confidence; on the first day joining the cast, he found Lu Zhi and initiated a one-on-one offline showdown, intimidating the male protagonist gong into quitting the dating show inside a public restroom rigged with eight hidden cameras.

However... why did he always feel this was a bit different from the description of being "as incompatible as fire and water, with swords drawn and bows bent" in the original book?

Shen Ranxin shook his head, pushed the luggage cart parked at the restroom door, and took two steps.

Then he paused, walked back, looked at Lu Zhi's suitcase sitting right beside the door as well, and kicked it ten meters away with a single sweep.

Shen Ranxin felt satisfied.

As expected, malicious villains like him were better suited to dropping their personal morals and enjoying an immoral life.

The items inside the suitcase spilled all over the floor.

Aside from a few casual clothes, there were also several men's facial masks, a few bottles and jars of lotion, and...

A magazine printed with his face on it, from which a few little red square foil packets fluttered out upon being opened.

Shen Ranxin: "?"