Xiao Zhan: "For the last time, Wang Yibo—fuck off! How many times do I have to reject you before it sinks in? You're lucky that you're my friend's son, or I would've dealt with you a long time ago."

Wang Yibo: "Please, Uncle... I love you. I'm not playing games. I mean it."

Song Jiyang: (Softly, resting a hand on Xiao Zhan’s arm) "Zhan, love... don't be so cold. He's just a kid. Let him figure out his heart."

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Wang Yibo hurls the book across the room, eyes blazing.

"What the actual fuck is this book?! First of all, the male lead—Xiao Zhan—is a certified asshole. Second, Song Jiyang? Total sweetheart, unreservedly stuck in this mess. And third—why the hell does the dumbass side character have my name? He's a walking embarrassment!"

Wang Yibo’s friend raises a brow, peeking over his shoulder.

"You're reading a BL novel again?"

Wang Yibo replied irritatingly, "Fuck off! I'm pissed."

His friend, Ji Li, chuckled lightly and said, "You're literally the CEO of Wang & Co."

Hearing this, Wang Yibo asked with a blank face, "And CEOs can't enjoy a little gay drama now?"

seeing the blank face of his friend, Ji Li understood that this time he was really pissed. So to avoid another whining, he sighed and simply asked, "So, why are you mad?"

Slamming the book shut, Wang Yibo stood from his place and directly faced his friend.

"Because this book is stupid. Same recycled trash. Cold, emotionally constipated main lead. Cinnamon roll love interest. Slow burn. Blah, blah, blah. They fell in love. Yawn."

"So, what's the problem?"

"It has a side character named Wang freakin' Yibo. Same name as me. And he's a dumbass, 20-years-old who's head over heels for the 35-years-old main lead, who just so happens to be his dad's best friend!"

After a moment of silence, Ji Li bursts out laughing, "Dude, the author probably got inspiration from you."

Seeing the nonchalant attitude of his friend toward him, Wang Yibo shouted, "Shut up! I became CEO at 25 and turned it into a billion-dollar company by 29. I'm nothing like that dumbass disastrous version of mine."

After a long argument and chit-chatting with his friend and a long-ass day of pretending to work while sneakily devouring that BL novel under the desk, Wang Yibo finally made it home.

Yeah, he's the CEO—but priorities, babe.

He slammed the door shut, threw off his blazer and immediately pulled out his phone.

Staring at the phone, he grumbled, "Stupid book. Stupid Wang Yibo. Who even names a dumbass side character after me?"

He collapsed on the couch, opened the author's social media account and started the rage-typing like a man on a mission.

Comment 1: Why is the side character named Wang Yibo. Like get a grip, author. He's a 20-year-old disaster with no braincells. Do better.

Comment 2: Main lead is 35 and dating his bestie's kid ? Jail. Literally jail.

Comment 3: As someone who's ACTUALLY named Wang Yibo, I'm offended. I would never simp for a cold, emotionally unavailable man like Xiao Zhan. I have standards, thanks.

He hit post, then posted three more just to make a point. Was he being dramatic? Maybe. But was it deserved? Hell, yes!

And if the author saw his comments and cried a little? Good.

That's what they get for dragging his name through fictional filth.

After posting his hate comments like a true internet warrior behind his screen, Yibo tossed his phone aside with a smug little smirk and crashed into bed.

He mumbled sleepily, "Let the author cry about it. I said what I said."

The next day, he worked like nothing happened—charming smiles, sleek suit, meetings wrapped around his finger like usual.

But by evening?

Certified playboy mode: activated.

Wang Yibo strolled into the hottest club in the city, dripped in confidence and cologne, scanning the crowd like a lion hunting his next distraction.

One drink turned to three. A flirty glance turned into dancing. And eventually, he ended up on the balcony, lips tangled with some hot stranger whose name he didn't bother to ask.

But suddenly, the stranger pulled back.

No warning.

Just fire in his eyes.

His eyes darkened as he said, "That's for all the bullshit you posted about my story, Wang Yibo."

Before Yibo could even register the words, he was pushed.

Glass shattered.

The night air swallowed his screem.

Yibo plummeted off the third-floor balcony.

Time slowed.

He hit the ground with a sickening crack—blood pooling under him as the club's music kept thumping, uncaring, above.

His last thought before everything faded?

"This is some real fucked up plot twist."

Yibo jolted awake, a sharp pain shooting through his spine. His vision was blurry, but the bright white lights and steady beeping around his gave it away—he was in a hospital.

He tried to sit up, but was unable to do so.

"Where the fuck am I...?"

Just then, a warm hand grabbed his.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?"

Wang Yibo blinked at the person sitting on a stool beside the hospital bed. Confused. Unfamiliar face. Kind eyes.

After staring with his wide eyes, he muttered, "Who the hell are you?"

Before the woman could answer, a deep, stern voice cut in from the other side of the bed.

"Watch your language, young man. You're speaking to your mother."

Yibo just stared, brain trying to process.

His voice came out flat, "Mother? No, that's bullshit. My parents died when I was four."

The two people exchanged a tense, worried glance.

After some time, the man asked, "Yibo... are you playing another one of your games just to get Zhan’s attention."

Wang Yibo furrowed his eyebrows a little, "Who?"

"Xiao Zhan. Baby, are you okay?" The woman replied as if it is the most obvious answer.

Not understanding any of the things being said, Yibo whispered while lightly rubbing his forehead, "Right... can I get some time alone?"

They nodded, hesitantly backing out of the room and leaving him with a racing heart, a million questions, one terrifying realization:

He was not in his world anymore.

He closed his eyes for a few minutes, trying to make sense of all these things happening around him.

His head still ached. The bandages pulled against his skin. But his brain was working now. Really working.

After a sudden realization, he froze.

Hand still.

And then it hit him.

That man.

The one at the club.

The kiss.

The cold words.

"That's for all that bullshit you posted about my story, Wang Yibo."

The shove.

The fall.

"Fuck... So I called the story a trash and now I am the trash? Great. Love that for me." He whispered to himself, "Okay, okay. Think. What now? I've got rich parents. A hot main lead named Xiao Zhan who apparently I'm obsessed with. And a life that's not mine."

He stood up slowly. Stared into the mirror across the room.

"Author, wherever the hell you are... message received."

But that didn’t mean he was gonna play along. If he was stuck here, he'd flip the script his way.

Because this Wang Yibo?

He was not a side character anymore.

He went to the bed and flipped down on it. Eyes closed. Slow breathing. Both hands covering his face.

At last he sat up on the bed, running his fingers through his hair, trying to steady his breathing.

Everything was weird.

Too polished.

Too perfect.

The rich parents.

The name.

The way they looked at him like he was breakable.

And then—like a slap to the face—I all came rushing back.

"No... no fucking way."

The book—'I am the CEO's boyfriend '.

That goddam BL novel he tore apart online like a savage.

He remembered the plot clearly now.

Xiao Zhan.

Cold, gorgeous, emotionally constipated. 35.

The CEO.

He falls for his soft, sunshiney assistant—Song Jiyang.

Age 25. All blushes, stutters and "Sir, I bought your coffee with extra love."

And then... there he was.

Wang Yibo.

20 years old.

The cringe side character. The obsessed, lovesick, stalker.

Begging for Xiao Zhan’s love.

Rejected.

Humiliated.

Turned bitter.

Unhinged.

"I'm that Yibo? The fucking stalker one? The one who hurts Jiyang? The one who dies?"

Yibo stood up fast, nearly knocking over the lamp and started pacing back and forth while clutching his hair.

"No, no, no. This is some cosmic joke. I'm not dying over some BL plotline."

And worst of all.

Xiao Zhan wasn’t just the cold main lead. He was also the best friend of Yibo's dad—Wang Huang Ziteng—aka, 40-years-old dad who is married to Wang Carman Lee, the sweet, wine-sipping, yoga-practicing, protective wife who adored him.

"Oh my god... I'm in a forbidden pining trope! And I'm the tragic simp who ruins everything." He looked at the mirror, then down at his soft, younger-looking hands. "Okay, okay. Calm down. I just need to stay far away from Xiao Zhan... and Song Jiyang... and maybe rewrite my own fate before I get a villain death arc."

But one question still haunted hum: Was the author done punishing him yet... or was this just the beginning?

Yibo stared at his reflection one last time, then let a slow, knowing smirk curl across his lips. He whispered to himself, "Alright, author... if this is a punishment, then I'm playing to win."

He pressed the "Nurce-call" button and waited. When his parents—Wang Huang Ziteng and Wang Carman Lee—walked in, the panic in their eyes made something twist in his chest... but he masked it with a warm, almost innocent smile.

He said to them, "I think I just needed rest... I feel so much better now."

Huang Ziteng released a sigh of relief and said with a smile on his face, "Thank god... I was so worried, sweetheart."

Carman Lee who was as much worried as his husband smile a little too and came forward to caress his cheek softly and said, "We'll take you home, okay? You need time to heal."

Yibo nodded and replied, "Yeah. Home sounds perfect."

That hugged him like he was a fragile glass. He hugged back like the good boy they believed he was.

But inside?

Wang Yino was awake.

Not just in this world, but in the game now.

He wasn't going to be some desperate side character who died pathetically for the sake of someone else’s love story.

No.

He was gonna rewrite the damn plot!

He thought with a smirk, "Xiao Zhan. Cold CEO with a weakness for soft boys. Song Jiyang. The precious cinnamon roll love interest. Me? The 'obsessed stalker'? Nah. I'm the 'wildcard' now."

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As the gates of their luxurious estate opened, Yibo cracked his knuckles and grinned.

"Let the game begin."

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It all started making sense.

The Wang Yibo of this world—the book world—was planning to confess to Xiao Zhan.

Again.

For the god knows how many times.

Obsessed.

Desperate.

Pathetic.

And right before he could drop that cringe love confession bomb... bam!

Accident.

Hospital.

On bed.

And that's when real Yibo—29, hot as hell and sharp as a damn dagger—crashed-landed into this messy, lovesick character's body.

Now?

He was a gorgeous 20-years-old with stupidly soft skin, pampered heir, and two doting parents who kept hovering over him like he might break.

He muttered, "I'm not gonna shatter if I blink twice, you know."

Huang Ziteng and Carman Lee ignored the sass.

"You almost died, Yibo. Let us take care of you." Replied his dad.

Carman Lee pouted and said, "You're baby. Now let your mom feed you soup."

And while Yibo pretended to be overwhelmed and emotional, deep down inside he was cackling. But the real twist? Came at breakfast.

"I've decided not to chase Xiao Zhan anymore."

Utter silence.

Carman Lee dropped her spoon. Huang Ziteng looked like someone had unplugged his brain.

He asked with disbelief, "W–what? You... what?" His wife stood up from the chair to pick up the spoon, again sat down on her chair, and finally asked with a worried tone in her voice, "Is this... is this a phase? Are you okay? Do you have a fever again?!"

Yibo smiled slightly and said, "Nope. I'm just done being pathetic. I have self-respect now."

Both parents looked like they were about to pass out. But after the initial shock and dramatic parenting meltdown, they finally smiled. For the first time in forever, they felt peace.

His dad said smilingly, "I'm... proud of you."

Wang Yibo just smiled in response and thought, "Yeah, well... I'm proud of me too. Now let me just casually ruin the plot from the inside out."