Transmigrating into the Rival's Fanfiction - Chapter 1

“The Mad Rival Dominantly Falls in Love with Me?”

Sheng Mingluo tapped the link to the fanfiction, her gaze scrolling down. The content was overwhelmingly explicit.

Who even reads this kind of inappropriate material?

I’m so sorry, Sis! I sent the wrong link!

Her assistant sent a remorseful message, accompanied by a pitiful emoji of a figure kneeling on a durian.

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

Sheng Mingluo added a comment as her finger continued to scroll.

It’s just a bit too explicit. Who is the target audience for this kind of thing?

How could anyone want to read fanfiction about her and Qin Zhi, that deadpan ice queen? And in the story, she was portrayed as the dominant one, pinning Qin Zhi down and… well, you get the idea.

Sheng Mingluo felt a surge of indignation.

Shouldn’t I be the one on top? When did I become some delicate, pampered flower? What a ridiculous stereotype.

I object! I appeal!

Qin Zhi was always so prim and proper. How could she possibly stoop to such depravity? Sheng Mingluo nearly burst out laughing on set as she recalled some of the cringeworthy lines from the fanfiction.

Like what?

Woman, did I say you could leave tonight?

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

Suppressing her laughter was a real struggle. The male lead, seeing her expression, thought he had something dirty on his face and hurriedly called his assistant for a touch-up.

After finally calming down, Sheng Mingluo realized something was off. Wait, when did my assistant start secretly shipping me with my rival?

This is outrageous! A traitor in my own camp!

But she couldn’t exactly blame Keke. The fans of their respective companies were constantly at each other’s throats, and Sheng Mingluo herself couldn’t stand Qin Zhi’s arrogant, self-important attitude.

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

Ugh, she’s just asking for a beating.

Keke, next time you’re reading this kind of stuff, make sure I’m the one on top, okay? That’s what we call good taste. Nice^^

After giving her assistant a stern lecture, Sheng Mingluo resumed her makeup touch-up and filming. This was a major S-tier production, and though she was only playing the second female lead, her character was likable and had plenty of screen time.

It was a far cry from her own struggles in the entertainment industry over the past three or four years, where she’d only managed to scrape by as a third-tier “flower vase” actress.

Qin Zhi’s life was practically a cheat code. She only filmed movies, won awards until her hands ached, and every year was either crowned Best Actress or a close runner-up.

Although they were all colleagues at the same company, Qin Zhi rarely visited the office. Naturally, the other female stars under the agency, just like Sheng Mingluo, were green with envy, their teeth itching with jealousy.

Some people are just born bathed in life’s spotlight, making it impossible not to envy or admire them.

“Luoluo, you need to act more seductively. That’s how a fox demon would behave. Come, let me demonstrate for you personally.”

Sheng Mingluo’s scalp tingled as she watched the male director perform a series of flamboyant gestures right in front of her. When he stopped, she felt a sudden urge to vomit.

I can only vomit internally!

Yet outwardly, she maintained an air of humility and respect, playing the role of a docile actress eager to learn.

“Director, I understand now. Thank you for your guidance. Your insights have been invaluable—truly life-changing!”

Please, let this farce end soon.

Finally, after enduring the ordeal until the end of the shoot, Sheng Mingluo let out a long sigh of relief. If the director’s so flamboyant, he should just play the fox demon himself! Why bother hiring an actress?

Of course, she only dared to voice such thoughts in her mind.

If she actually said what she was thinking, she’d probably lose her job.

Back at the hotel that night, Sheng Mingluo tossed and turned in bed, rolling over and over. Her curiosity burned fiercely, so she ordered a small late-night snack and a cup of milk tea through the app.

Her manager wasn’t here tonight, busy with another actress, so she could indulge a little. After all, no one would know, right?

Her assistant probably wouldn’t arrive until morning.

Perfect timing to finish reading that fanfic.

Sheng Mingluo swore she wasn’t some degenerate who wanted to read about herself dating her rival. It was just that this cheesy, cringeworthy plot was so addictive. Once she got hooked, she had to know how it ended.

The story’s premise was that they were senior and junior colleagues at the same company: a top star and Best Actress versus a washed-up third-tier celebrity and eye candy.

She gritted her teeth so hard that tooth marks covered the milk tea straw, and she chewed the tapioca pearls with savage intensity.

Sheng Mingluo was genuinely indignant. If she was going to be trapped in a fanfic, why couldn’t she at least get a cool rich girl character who drove a flashy sports car?

This damn CP story was definitely written by Qin Zhi’s male fanboys!

Though she cursed it mentally and verbally, her fingers continued scrolling down against her will.

The first chapter opened with someone drugging her drink.

Cambridge was silent tonight.

Sheng Mingluo couldn’t bear seeing such licentious descriptions applied to herself. As expected, it followed the familiar trope: Qin Zhi putting on a dazzling display, captivating the onlookers, and the “beauty saves beauty” scenario, carrying her princess-style to the car.

And she, shameless as ever, clung to Qin Zhi, fawning and begging like a cat in heat.

Who the hell wrote this?! Sheng Mingluo wanted to crawl into her phone, drag the author out, and beat them senseless.

Is this really how they see me?

Sheng Mingluo glanced approvingly at her chest. While it was indeed impressive, it shouldn’t be “impressive” in these kinds of stories!

Her fingertip continued flipping pages. The two were already kissing passionately in the car, lost in each other. Sheng Mingluo couldn’t even bring herself to describe the explicit scenes that followed. Skimming further down, she found thousands of words dedicated to their car encounter.

What exactly are you CP fans consuming?!

Reading this pornographic garbage every day—won’t it rot your brains and stunt your mental and physical development? Condemnation! I strongly condemn this!

Sheng Mingluo flipped through a few more pages. Good heavens… she thought, I seriously suspect the author just wanted to write smut and used this fanfic as an excuse.

Tens of thousands of words dedicated to that kind of thing.

What state of mind was the author in while writing this?

She couldn’t even finish her milk tea. While showering, her mind was flooded with those unspeakable descriptions, making her see everything—the bathroom mirror, the sink, the shower, the bed, the blanket, the sofa, the kitchen—as somehow wrong.

Sheng Mingluo, damn it, stop thinking about it!

She slapped her forehead hard, sighed, and gave up on reading her script. She was supposed to be playing a fox demon in the drama… and then she remembered what the author had written.

Forget it. I’ll just go to sleep.

By tomorrow morning, she’d have forgotten all this nonsense.

Heh, I shouldn’t have read this garbage in the first place. How dare this scoundrel corrupt my virtuous mind! She silently recited the Actor’s Code of Conduct, feeling her heart grow pure and detached from worldly desires.

Time for bed!