A laid-back guy paired with a dominant partner who pampers him

Chapter 1

After discovering I was the backup male supporting character in the book, I gave up.

On a variety show, the female lead cried pitifully, “If I can’t marry Zhai Chen by the time I’m 30, I’ll marry you.”

I said, “Heh, then I’d rather marry someone else than marry you.”

While eating, the female lead handed me a lunchbox with grievance, “Zhai Chen said he wouldn’t eat it, so here you go.”

I replied, “He also said he wouldn’t eat crap, so you should have more of it.”

Just like that, the whole internet cursed me for being uncivilized, saying I’d definitely never find a wife in the future.

At that moment, Zhai Chen publicly confessed, “He’ll marry me in the future, so he doesn’t need to marry anyone else.”

Instantly, the internet exploded.

Me: “???”

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1

Right now, I’m staring blankly at the long confession essay I sent to Su Yunyi on WeChat.

After a long while, her response finally popped up:

[Got your message, thank you!]

[Let’s have a meal together sometime ~]

I stared at my phone, suddenly feeling confused.

I couldn’t understand why, when my last sentence clearly asked her to tell me what her feelings toward me were, she responded with something so vague.

What puzzled me even more was, why was I so obsessed with licking up to her, when there were plenty of beauties and handsome guys in the entertainment industry far more excellent than Su Yunyi?

As soon as this strange thought came up, I felt an unbearable headache, as if something invisible was stopping me from thinking about it.

Immediately after, my hand moved on its own, typing out a “Sure” on the keyboard.

The moment the message was sent, the splitting headache vanished, and my body instantly went limp.

I tried to get up and get a glass of water, but as soon as I stood up, my legs went weak—whether it was from the aftereffects of the headache or something else, I wasn’t sure—and I banged my forehead directly on the bedside table.

A wave of intense dizziness washed over me.

In a daze, a set of memories forcibly drilled into my mind.

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2

To be exact, it was the plot.

Turns out I’m just a backup supporting character in a sweet romance novel set in the entertainment industry.

And my rival is the male lead, Zhai Chen.

My character is a gentle “licking dog” (someone who loves obsessively), obedient in every way to the female lead, Su Yunyi. Later, after failing to win her love, I take a twisted turn and, believing that if I can’t live with her, I’ll die with her, I end up kidnapping Su Yunyi.

In the end, the male lead arrives just in time to save the female lead, and I end up with a ruined reputation, eventually being stabbed in the heart by one of Zhai Chen’s subordinates in an old, abandoned factory.

The male and female leads ultimately end up together because of my kidnapping.

I was speechless. To put it bluntly, I’m just a pitiful supporting character meant to help the leads get together and then die a miserable death.

I got up from the floor, and my scrambled brain suddenly cleared up;

“Damn, do I really end up this tragically?”

I quickly grabbed my phone from the bed and immediately blocked and deleted Su Yunyi. No way am I going to be a “licking dog.”

As long as I stay far away from these two, I’ll be safe.

I remembered in the plot that I frequently tagged Su Yunyi on Weibo, writing her long love essays, even though she never responded to me.

And I was just like a clown, making everyone on the internet laugh at me:

“Hilarious! Is Xia Xingli really this much of a simp?”

“Seriously, Su Yunyi doesn’t even reply to him. Why is he posting this nonsense?”

“Hahahahaha, how are Xia Xingli’s fans holding up? (dog head emoji)”

I was breaking down a little and hurriedly opened Weibo to start deleting everything.

There was no way I was interested in someone like Su Yunyi. Just reading those ridiculous love essays made me want to puke.

My delete button was practically sparking as the seven hundred plus posts disappeared before my eyes at lightning speed.

By the time the sky was beginning to lighten, I was so exhausted that I could barely keep my eyes open. With trembling fingers, I deleted the last post and immediately posted a new Weibo:

[Get lost. Don’t come near me again!]

After posting, I couldn’t hold on any longer, put down my phone, and collapsed into sleep.

I was awakened around noon by loud banging at my door. My manager, Brother Chen, was outside, frantically shouting my name:

“Don’t do anything stupid!”

“Xia Xingli, you’re not dead in there, are you?”

I slowly got out of bed and opened the door, and Brother Chen, who’s nearly six-foot-three, immediately threw himself on me:

“Xingli, don’t think too much just because you got rejected. I saw your Weibo first thing when I woke up, and it scared the hell out of me.”

“I thought you were planning to commit suicide after being rejected.”

Looking at Brother Chen’s almost-tearful face, I couldn’t help but twitch my lips.

I pushed him off me and went to pour myself a glass of water:

“I just deleted some Weibo posts, why are you freaking out?”

I calmly took a sip of water.

“If you delete those posts, your ‘simp’ persona will be gone, won’t it?”

I nearly spat out my water. I stared at Brother Chen in disbelief:

“Wait, why the hell did I need a ‘simp’ persona? Isn’t it good that I’m getting rid of that lousy character?”

Brother Chen sighed and handed me his phone.

On the screen were the comments under my late-night Weibo post:

“Huh? Did I wake up too early? Xia Xingli’s not simping after Su Yunyi anymore?”

“What’s going on? Is this rage after being rejected too many times?”

“Is the workaholic Xia Xingli coming back? I’m crying!”

As I scrolled through the comments, everyone had a different opinion of me. Some said I was breaking down, others said I’d come to my senses, and still others thought I was stirring up attention, and so on.

And my overnight deletion spree had shot me straight to the trending list.

Suddenly, a notification popped up at the top of the screen—it was a Weibo post from Su Yunyi.

I clicked in to see, and Su Yunyi had posted a photo she thought was incredibly charming, with the caption:

[Looking forward to a meal with someone soon~]

Clearly, she wasn’t feeling too good about me deleting all those posts and was now trying to offer me a sweet olive branch.

Seeing how she was half-heartedly brushing me off while also dangling some hope in front of me made me feel physically nauseous.