When My Rival Actress Becomes My Obsessive Lover - Chapter 1

“Crazy Rival Falls Madly in Love with Me?”

Sheng Mingluo tapped her finger on the link to the fanfiction, scrolling down to find its contents largely…indescribable.

Who on earth was reading this kind of NSFW material?

Sorry! Boss, I sent the wrong link!

Her assistant sent a message dripping with repentance, accompanied by a pitiful sticker of someone kneeling on durian.

It’s fine, I’ve already finished reading it.

After replying, Sheng Mingluo even added a critique, her fingers continuing to scroll.

It’s just a bit too explicit. Who exactly is the target audience for this stuff?

How could anyone want to read fanfiction about her and Qin Zhi—that ice-cold block of wood—as a couple? And in the story, she was portrayed as some dominant top who pinned her down and did all sorts of things.

Sheng Mingluo couldn’t help but feel indignant.

Wouldn’t it make more sense for her to be the one on top? Since when was she some delicate, fragile flower? What a harsh stereotype.

Unacceptable. Appeal!

Qin Zhi was the epitome of prim and proper all day long—how could she possibly be so…depraved? Thinking about the cringeworthy lines in the fanfiction, Sheng Mingluo nearly burst out laughing on set.

Lines like what, you ask?

“Woman, did I say you could leave tonight?”

“I spent ten million to buy you. Do you know what I want? Don’t play dumb!”

Holding back laughter was truly a struggle. The male lead next to her, seeing her expression, thought something was stuck to his face and frantically called his assistant over for touch-ups.

After laughing, Sheng Mingluo suddenly realized—wait a minute, since when had her assistant been secretly shipping her with her rival?

How outrageous! A traitor in their own ranks!

But then again, “rival” was more of a label their fans had created, with the two fanbases constantly at each other’s throats. Though Sheng Mingluo also couldn’t stand Qin Zhi’s haughty, holier-than-thou attitude.

So what if she’s a great actress? Does that give her the right to do whatever she wants?

Ugh, so punchable.

Coco, next time you read stuff like this, make sure I’m the one on top, got it? That’s what I call taste. Nice ^^

After imparting this wisdom to her assistant, Sheng Mingluo went back to filming. This was an S+ production, and though she was only playing the second female lead, her character was well-liked and had plenty of screen time.

Compared to her own struggles in the entertainment industry over the past three or four years—barely scraping by as a third-tier “vase” actress—Qin Zhi’s career was on god mode.

She only starred in films, won awards left and right, and was either taking home Best Actress trophies or being nominated every year.

Though they were technically senior and junior under the same agency, Qin Zhi rarely showed up at the company. Naturally, the other actresses—Sheng Mingluo included—were green with envy.

Some people were just born under a lucky star, making it impossible not to feel jealous.

“Luoluo, you need to act more seductive here, like a real fox spirit. Here, let me demonstrate.”

Sheng Mingluo watched, her scalp tingling with discomfort, as the male director performed an entire sequence of exaggerated, flirtatious movements in front of her. She froze—was she about to throw up?

She could only scream internally!

But on the outside, she had to maintain an air of humility and respect, playing the role of the obedient starlet learning from her mentor.

“Director, I understand now. Thank you for your guidance. I’ve truly learned so much from you—lessons that will benefit me for a lifetime!”

Please, just end this farce already.

Finally wrapping up for the day, Sheng Mingluo let out a long sigh of relief. If the director was so eager to act like a seductive fox spirit, why not just play the role himself instead of hiring a female star?

But these words she only dared to mutter in her heart.

Speaking them aloud would probably cost her the job.

Back at the hotel that night, Sheng Mingluo tossed and turned in bed, restless and itching for something. She ended up ordering a small late-night snack and a milk tea through an app.

Her manager wasn’t around today—busy with another actress—so she could afford to indulge a little. After all, no one would know, right?

Her assistant wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow morning.

Perfect time to finish reading that fanfiction.

Sheng Mingluo swore she wasn’t being shameless, wanting to read about herself falling in love with her rival. It was just that these cringey, cliché plots were oddly addictive. Once she got into it, she couldn’t help but want to know how it ended.

The story’s setup had them as senior and junior artists from the same company—a top-tier actress and an obscure third-rate idol and pretty face.

Gritting her teeth, she bit down so hard on the straw of her milk tea that it was covered in tooth marks, chewing the pearls with extra force.

Sheng Mingluo was indignant. Even in fanfiction, why couldn’t she have some cool, rich-girl persona, cruising around in a flashy sports car?

This damn fanfic must’ve been written by one of Qin Zhi’s obsessive fans!

Despite the mental griping, her fingers betrayed her, scrolling relentlessly onward.

Chapter One opened with her drink being spiked.

Silence was tonight’s Cambridge.

Sheng Mingluo couldn’t stand such wanton descriptions applied to herself. Sure enough, it followed the usual tropes—Qin Zhi swooping in to save the day, dazzling everyone, carrying her princess-style to the car.

And then there was her, shamelessly rubbing against Qin Zhi like a cat in heat, begging for more.

Who the hell wrote this? Sheng Mingluo wished she could crawl into her phone, drag the author out, and give them a beating.

Is this really how people see me?

Sheng Mingluo glanced down at her chest with satisfaction. Sure, it was impressive, but not in this kind of way!

Her fingers kept flipping pages. The two started making out in the car, lost in passion. Sheng Mingluo could barely stomach the explicit descriptions that followed. Skimming ahead—good lord, thousands of words dedicated to the car scene alone.

What are you CP fans even consuming?

Does reading this kind of smut every day not affect your mental and physical health? Disgraceful. Absolutely disgraceful.

Sheng Mingluo skimmed a few more pages. Holy hell… She strongly suspected the author wrote this fanfic purely for the smut.

Tens of thousands of words dedicated to that.

What was the author’s mental state while writing this?

She couldn’t even finish her milk tea. In the shower, her mind was flooded with those indecent descriptions, making everything—the mirror, the sink, the shower, the bed, the carpet, the sofa, the kitchen—seem suddenly inappropriate.

Sheng Mingluo, damn it, stop thinking about it!

Slapping her forehead hard, Sheng Mingluo sighed. She couldn’t even focus on her script anymore—and she was supposed to play a fox spirit in the drama. And now all she could think about was that godforsaken fanfic.

Forget it, I should just go to sleep.

By tomorrow morning, I’ll have forgotten all about these things.

Hah, I shouldn’t have looked at this stuff in the first place. How dare this nonsense shake my resolve! Reciting the Actor’s Code of Conduct silently to himself, Sheng Mingluo felt a renewed sense of calm and detachment.

Time for bed!