“Can you manage your own Weibo account? And if you promote our game, will your company have a problem with it? Won’t it cause any trouble for you?” Luo Ming asked.
“Don’t worry about that. Thanks to Sister Shan, my contract is relatively relaxed compared to most. There aren’t that many restrictions—it’s just that the term is a bit long.”
“How many years?”
“Ten.”
“That long!”
“It’s not too bad! Sister Shan had her eye on me right when I first debuted. She believed I was destined to make it big. Around that time, Zhou Ping was hiding his marriage, and his wife demanded to become his agent. Sister Shan went along with it and signed me instead.
To be fair, for a newcomer like I was back then—even if I’d done well in a drama and had some buzz—I couldn’t have gotten a great contract. Most newbies get C-tier contracts, which are only slightly better than trainee deals, with the company taking an 80% cut and a ton of fine print.
Luckily, I met Sister Shan. She said she believed in my potential and was willing to invest in me. She pushed back against everyone else and signed me to a B-tier revenue-sharing contract.
And my freedom? It’s basically on par with an A-tier contract. My Weibo account is personally mine—I can post whatever I want.
Of course, blatantly advertising like this will definitely get me an earful from Sister Shan. Just let it go in one ear and out the other.”
After hearing Lin Shuwen out, Luo Ming realized she’d been through a lot. She’d only graduated from college a year ago, and she was already tied down to a ten-year contract.
Luo Ming suddenly felt a bit guilty about using her resources: “I don’t actually have to post it, you know.”
“Post it! Why wouldn’t you? If you don’t, I’ll grab your phone and post it on my Weibo myself.”
“Uh, then I’d better do it. At least let me mentally prepare myself.”
“That’s the spirit! Luo Ming, I know what you’re thinking. But honestly? I’m happy right now. If the day ever comes when I’m truly wronged, I hope your Blaze Light has grown big enough to throw money in our boss’s face, buy out my contract, or just straight-up acquire the whole company and make me the boss, so he works for me instead.”
“Wenwen, it’s not your Blaze Light—it’s ours. I’ll work hard. I’ll make sure Blaze Light becomes your safety net and your way out.”
Lin Shuwen hummed in acknowledgment and hung up the phone.
“My safety net and my way out, huh? I can’t wait to see that.”
Early the next morning, Luo Ming opened his eyes and felt the familiar pressure on his chest. He knew right away they’d swapped again.
But for some reason, his chest felt a bit tight this time. Still half-asleep, he tugged at it casually, and that made things feel much better.
At 7:30, his phone alarm went off on time. Yawning, Luo Ming made his way to the bathroom to freshen up, just as he’d done countless times before. He picked up his glass and toothbrush, then glanced up at the sleepy beauty in the mirror.
And then he froze.
For some reason, one of the straps on the beauty’s nightgown had snapped.
A children’s song popped into Luo Ming’s head: “White rabbits, white and bright.”
Luo Ming stared at the sight in the mirror, unable to look away.
“Ding-dong~” Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Luo Ming jolted in surprise, and the “white rabbits” gave a little bounce too.
He scrambled back to his room, swapped his pajamas for an oversized T-shirt, and only then went to open the door.
It was the Chen sisters.
In that moment, Luo Ming felt incredibly grateful that they didn’t have the door code—otherwise, the two sisters would have caught him admiring the “white rabbits” in the mirror.
“Huh? Wenjie, did you sleep in a T-shirt last night?” Chen Sichu asked.
“Yeah, the strap on my nightgown broke.”
“Oh, I’ll sew it up for you when I get a chance! Wenjie, go ahead and wash up! I brought you your favorite millet pumpkin porridge and pan-fried buns.”
Luo Ming nodded and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
Half an hour later, after breakfast, Luo Ming sat down in front of the vanity mirror. Chen Junmiao quickly applied a base layer of makeup, while Chen Sichu had already picked out the outfit.
“Th-this is… black stockings?”
“Yeah! Is something wrong, Wenjie?”
“It’s already December. The weather’s so cold—I don’t want to wear these.”
“Don’t worry, Wenjie. These are all fleece-lined.”
Luo Ming was at a loss for words. After a long pause, he finally said, “You… you really thought of everything, didn’t you?”
“Thanks for the compliment, Wenjie.”
“I wasn’t complimenting you!” Luo Ming screamed internally.
To be fair, Luo Ming’s thing was legs—especially long ones in black stockings. But that didn’t mean he could stand wearing them himself, even if it was a body swap.
“I don’t really feel like wearing black stockings today. Let’s pick something else.”
“But Sister Shan said we should dress you up as pretty and sexy as possible.”
Luo Ming was speechless. He couldn’t exactly ignore Sister Shan’s request. Resigned, he gave in, closed his eyes, and let the two women do whatever they wanted.
“Alright, Wenjie—take a look. Happy with it?”
At Chen Junmiao’s cue, Luo Ming opened his eyes. The “Lin Shuwen” staring back at him in the mirror left him completely stunned.
The beauty in the mirror wore a short black dress paired with black stockings, which accentuated her two straight, slender legs to the max.
On her feet were 6-centimeter stiletto heels. Add that to Lin Shuwen’s already 164-centimeter frame, and she was now well over 170.
Luo Ming instinctively reached out and touched the stocking-clad leg. The next second, he felt his nose get warm—what man could withstand that kind of impact?
Actually, it wasn’t just men. The dress hugged “Lin Shuwen’s” curves perfectly, showing off every inch of her figure—her chest, her backside, and a waist so slender it could be circled with one hand. Even Chen Junmiao and Chen Sichu, both women themselves, couldn’t help but swallow hard.
Right then, Luo Ming understood why people worked so hard to maintain their figure. Even a little extra weight, and this dress wouldn’t have fit.
His gaze moved up to her face. Lin Shuwen’s delicate features weren’t heavily made up—still the usual light foundation. The only difference was that Chen Junmiao had applied a darker shade of lipstick.
It wasn’t quite a bold red, but it wasn’t her usual nude tone either. At first glance, it made “Lin Shuwen’s” lips look fuller and richer, giving her an air of allure and confidence—a natural, mature charm that hit you right in the face.
“Wenjie, if everything looks good, shall we head out?” Chen Sichu asked.
Luo Ming snapped back to reality. He looked at the flawless beauty in the mirror and nodded.
At 8:50, accompanied by Chen Sichu, Luo Ming arrived at the company headquarters.
Truth be told, Luo Ming wasn’t used to wearing high heels and walked very slowly.
But to everyone at the company, it looked like “Lin Shuwen” was deliberately taking her time to show off her beauty.
Luo Ming could feel everyone’s eyes on him, and it was incredibly awkward.
Fortunately, Sister Shan showed up at just the right moment. She held a very high status at the company, and as soon as she appeared, people stopped staring at Luo Ming.
Sister Shan’s eyes lit up when she saw “Lin Shuwen’s” outfit today: “Perfect! This outfit is spot on! Today, I’ll show these short-sighted fools what good taste really looks like!”
