Chapter 1: Jiang Xiaobai

“Jiang Xiaobai! You’re really something, huh? Ignoring my calls all day? Let me tell you one last time—if you don’t attend President Zhao’s banquet tonight, you’re no longer under my management! From now on, we go our separate ways!”

The cold, furious female voice on the phone abruptly cut off, leaving behind an eerie silence.

Jiang Bai blinked, her wet hands placing the phone beside the bathtub as her thoughts slowly returned.

She was Jiang Bai—one of the most renowned Talisman Masters on the Yaoyue Continent. After months of seclusion, she had finally made a breakthrough in creating the ultimate talisman—the Fortune Charm. But an unforeseen accident occurred just as she was mixing the charm’s liquid components.

And when she opened her eyes again—

She had become Jiang Xiaobai.

Jiang Bai and Jiang Xiaobai are similar names but are entirely different people.

“Damn… it’s freezing.”

A shiver ran through her as she looked down and suddenly remembered—she was still soaking in a tub full of ice-cold water.

Under the water was a young woman’s enchanting body, but her skin had turned alarmingly pale due to prolonged submersion. Quickly grabbing onto the bathtub’s edge, she stood up, coughing from the water that had choked her.

The bathroom had a massive mirror on the wall, and she finally saw her reflection.

A seductive figure, long wavy chestnut hair, amber eyes gleaming with intelligence, flawless porcelain skin—a stunning beauty with red lips and pearly white teeth.

However, her skin looked unnaturally pale, and her dripping wet hair added to her disheveled appearance.

The original owner of this body had gotten into an argument with her agent over an investment deal. Furious, she returned home and drowned her sorrows in alcohol while soaking in the bathtub, only to lose consciousness and slip underwater… leading to her untimely fate.

She had no idea how long she had been unconscious. The water had gone ice cold, sobering her up instantly.

No wonder her complexion looked awful.

Memories flooded her mind all at once—the past experiences, knowledge, and emotions of the body’s previous owner now fully merged with her own.

Jiang Xiaobai, 23 years old, was a D-list actress. Despite her breathtaking beauty—so striking that she stood out even in an entertainment industry filled with gorgeous people—she had a reputation for being arrogant, challenging to work with, and having a terrible temper. As a result, even after two or three years in the industry, she remained largely unknown.

She had acted in a few relatively popular dramas, but only as supporting characters—third or fourth leads. While audiences were captivated by her beauty, her acting skills…

Better not to ask.

Jiang Xiaobai was multi-talented—fluent in two foreign languages, skilled in playing several musical instruments, and proficient in singing and dancing. She had even graduated from one of the top-performing arts academies, making her an ideal candidate for stardom.

Because of these qualities, Tangming Entertainment signed her while she was still in university, believing she was destined for fame. However, Jiang Xiaobai had a talent for turning a winning hand into a losing game.

Blunt to a fault, stubborn, and unwilling to flatter people, she had offended countless individuals in the industry. To make matters worse, her name was constantly involved in scandals.

Whenever her name was mentioned, people’s expressions turned complicated—

“Oh, that actress? The one who’s drop-dead gorgeous but seems to lack emotional intelligence?”

The woman who had just called her was her agent, Dong Ran. Dong Ran had secured an audition for the second female lead role in a fantasy drama. Still, the production investors were torn between her and another actress, Zhao Shan. They had yet to make a final decision.

For days, Dong Ran had been urging her to attend President Zhao’s private banquet that evening, sweet-talk him a little, offer a toast, and with her looks, securing the role should be a piece of cake.

But Jiang Xiaobai, too proud of such things, had outright refused, sparking a heated argument with Dong Ran, who lashed out.

“If it weren’t for that pretty face of yours, do you really think the company would still be keeping you around?”

“You already screwed up a nearly finalized endorsement deal. With your rotten temper, who would dare hire you in the future?”

“Tone down your diva attitude. If you keep this up, the company will freeze your career.”

Jiang Xiaobai had been so enraged that she let herself sink into frustration in the bathtub.

While drying herself off with a towel, Jiang Bai pondered her situation.

She had faced disaster while crafting a talisman. Still, instead of entirely perishing, her soul had merged into Jiang Xiaobai’s body.

So, what happened to Jiang Xiaobai’s soul?

Going back to her original body was impossible—it had been completely destroyed beyond recovery.

In that case…

“For the sake of this opportunity… and this familiar face, I’ll live well for you. Do you want to make a name for yourself in the entertainment industry to rise to the top? I’ll make it happen for you. Consider it repaying your kindness.”

Jiang Xiaobai hadn’t entered showbiz for money or material wealth—she had wanted to be a star purely out of passion. It was her childhood dream.

She envisioned massive billboards of herself in shopping malls, starring in popular dramas, her name known far and wide, with countless fans supporting her.

Because, in her opinion, with a face as stunning as hers, it would be a crime for the world not to recognize her.

The world Jiang Bai came from, the Yaoyue Continent, vastly differed from this one. It had unique professions such as Talisman Masters, Formation Masters, and Alchemists. However, its entertainment industry was eerily similar to this modern world’s, and thanks to the original owner’s memories, she wasn’t unfamiliar with the path ahead.

After getting dressed and drying her hair, Jiang Bai—no, Jiang Xiaobai now—walked into the living room and turned on the TV, flipping through channels casually.

This luxurious, spacious apartment was under the original owner’s name. Every decoration was exquisite and tasteful. While it wasn’t a standalone villa, it was located in an extremely expensive district—far beyond what an average person could afford.

Dong Ran had always assumed Jiang Xiaobai was renting the place. Having worked together for years, she had never seen her in contact with family, considering she had cut ties with them after entering the industry—something quite common.

Her temper came from being spoiled since childhood, making her fearless—even when dealing with influential investors.

Otherwise, if she genuinely had connections, why was she struggling alone in the industry without any backing?

After watching some television to better understand the world’s entertainment scene, Jiang Xiaobai picked up a script.

It was a xianxia (immortal fantasy) drama. The role Dong Ran had chosen for her was the second female lead, “Moonlit Immortal” Liu Ruyan.

She had once been the protagonist’s best friend and benefactor. They had joined the sect together, growing up side by side. However, due to disputes over sect resources, their relationship soured. Later, after falling in love with the male lead but unable to win his heart, Liu Ruyan turned to forbidden magic, becoming a ruthless demoness.

 

Chapter 2: Possessed?

Being called Moonlit Immortal wasn’t an exaggeration—Liu Ruyan was breathtakingly beautiful, an ethereal presence that seemed untouched by the mortal world.

She was undoubtedly the most captivating character in Legend of the Nine Heavens. Even the female lead appeared less striking when standing beside her.

Legend of the Nine Heavens was a high-budget drama adapted from a popular novel. With substantial investment and an established fanbase spanning years, as long as the cast possessed visual appeal and acting talent, this drama had every chance of becoming a major hit!

Under normal circumstances, forget the second female lead—even minor supporting roles would have been out of Jiang Xiaobai’s reach.

But fate had other plans.

The role had already been cast. However, not long after, the actress suffered an unfortunate injury, leaving her unable to participate.

The production team had to find a replacement with filming about to begin. Delaying the entire schedule for a single actor simply wasn’t an option.

That’s where the real challenge began.

The second female lead wasn’t just any character—she had significant screen time, and most importantly, she was described as a stunning beauty. Finding someone who could meet both criteria on short notice proved difficult.

Fans of Legend of the Nine Heavens had been eagerly anticipating the casting of Liu Ruyan. While she did later take a darker path in the story, making choices that left readers conflicted, there was no denying one thing—she was mesmerizing.

In the novel, she is described as a peerless beauty, so breathtakingly perfect that she seems sculpted from jade, an otherworldly presence among mortals. When news of the adaptation surfaced, discussions over who would portray her ignited online debates, even sparking a casting poll on social media.

The drama’s female lead was beautiful, sweet, and delicate. If the production cast a second female lead who did not stand out visually, it would go against the original novel’s portrayal.

The original Jiang Xiaobai had many flaws—temperamental, self-assured, and often disconnected in her performances. But one thing was undeniable—she was terrific.

That was why Dong Ran had immediately seized the opportunity. When she heard about the recasting, she worked relentlessly to get Jiang Xiaobai’s name in front of the production team.

Under normal circumstances, the crew might have dismissed an actress known more for her looks than her acting. However, Jiang Xiaobai’s stunning features and naturally proud, aloof temperament made her an ideal fit for Liu Ruyan’s character. She’d play herself if cast, reducing the risk of a weak performance.

However, Jiang Xiaobai wasn’t the only candidate.

Another actress was also being considered—Zhao Shan.

Zhao Shan was a rising star whose popularity has been soaring recently. She was confident, charismatic, and, most importantly, had established acting skills. Compared to Jiang Xiaobai, she had far more industry connections and experience.

In every aspect except sheer beauty, Jiang Xiaobai was at a disadvantage.

Determined to secure the role, Dong Ran approached President Zhao, one of the drama’s primary investors, hoping to advocate for Jiang Xiaobai.

President Zhao listened and responded with a casual chuckle.

“I’m hosting a banquet tonight. Have her attend, and we’ll consider our options.”

When Dong Ran relayed this message to Jiang Xiaobai, she received a firm refusal.

“Compromise me? Not a chance.”

Jiang Xiaobai could still hear those words echoing in her mind.

In her eyes, she was a rare gem—if others failed to recognize her worth, it was their loss. Why should she lower her principles for a role? Socializing with an investor for an opportunity? It’s not happening.

If anything, she preferred to carve her own path, free and unrestrained.

Just as she was lost in thought—

Ding-dong.

The doorbell suddenly rang.

Jiang Xiaobai glanced at the time—4 PM.

At this hour, only one person would come looking for her.

Dong Ran.

Putting aside the script she had been skimming, Jiang Xiaobai got up and opened the door. As expected, standing outside was a woman dressed in a sharp business suit and wearing round-framed glasses.

The woman looked to be in her late thirties or early forties. She was well-maintained, but the deep lines around her mouth gave her a stern and authoritative presence. When she saw Jiang Xiaobai, her brows furrowed in displeasure, and a flicker of irritation flashed in her eyes.

“Do you know what time it is?! Why aren’t you dressed yet? Are you still planning to skip the banquet tonight?!”

Her voice carried a commanding force, making Jiang Xiaobai straighten instinctively.

Dong Ran had always been decisive, but she wasn’t naturally short-tempered. However, years of constant disagreements with the original Jiang Xiaobai had worn her patience thin. Their frequent clashes had gradually made Dong Ran firmer and more insistent when dealing with her.

Jiang Xiaobai stepped back and said calmly, “Come inside first.”

Dong Ran froze.

No immediate retort? No stubborn argument?

She found it hard to believe but didn’t dwell on it for long. Stepping into the apartment, she quickly resumed, “Jiang Xiaobai, I’m telling you—you must go tonight. President Zhao is a key figure in this industry. He personally invited you, which means this is an important opportunity. If you turn it down, it could hurt your chances of securing roles in the future.”

“All right.”

“What do you mean ‘all right’—Wait. What?”

Dong Ran’s eyes widened in shock.

Jiang Xiaobai casually ran her fingers through her long hair and smiled. “I said, ‘All right.’ I’ll go.”

“…Has the sun risen from the west? You came to your senses?!”

Scoffing, Dong Ran dropped onto the couch, but her eyes kept flickering toward Jiang Xiaobai.

Something felt off.

They hadn’t seen each other for long, yet her attitude had changed entirely. The usual arrogance was gone. Instead of looking distant and high-strung, she now seemed… calm. And when she smiled earlier, there was even a touch of warmth.

This was beyond strange.

“Dong Ran, I’m sorry. I was being stubborn before.”

Jiang Xiaobai grabbed a drink from the fridge and handed it to her, her tone sincere. “I know you put much effort into getting me this role. You’re doing it for my sake. So, this time, I’ll go. I’ll do my best to fight for Liu Ruyan’s role.”

Dong Ran sat there in stunned silence.

She didn’t even blink as she stared at Jiang Xiaobai, trying to process the words she just heard. Then, after a few moments, she reached out and pinched Jiang Xiaobai’s elbow—

“Ow! That hurts.”

Jiang Xiaobai winced, her delicate brows furrowing as she let out a soft whimper.

“Are you possessed? Or are you just trying to trick me again?”

Dong Ran pulled her hand back, still looking deeply skeptical.

“Dong Ran, we’ve worked together for two or three years. Do you really think I’d play games with you?”

Jiang Xiaobai sighed. “If you had bad intentions and were the agent who only cared about personal gain, I would have suffered greatly in this industry. But you didn’t. You’ve always looked out for me, yet I… I let you down so many times. I finally understand now. I won’t disappoint you again.”

The original Jiang Xiaobai was straightforward but naive. She had spent nearly three years in the industry and still retained her innocence, and that was entirely thanks to Dong Ran.

Dong Ran had shielded her from the industry’s harsh realities and worked hard to get her opportunities. But Jiang Xiaobai had been too stubborn—unwilling to compromise and unwilling to tolerate even the smallest sacrifices. Their constant disagreements had led to frequent arguments.

Over time, their relationship grew tense. Every conversation felt like a battle; every interaction laced with cold indifference. Outside of work, they barely had any personal communication.

The original Jiang Xiaobai had always felt that Dong Ran was forcing her to do things she didn’t like. But she never considered what Dong Ran had done for her behind the scenes.

At the end of the day, she had simply been too protected—too naive about how the entertainment industry worked. She hadn’t gone through any real hardships yet.

 

 

 

Chapter 3: President Zhao’s Banquet

“You…”

Dong Ran took a deep breath, her eyes slightly reddened.

Those words hit her straight in the heart. After working together for years, when had Jiang Xiaobai ever spoken to her so sincerely?

She was so used to their constant arguments that now, seeing Jiang Xiaobai’s softened attitude, she felt slightly uncomfortable.

“Here, have a drink.”

Jiang Xiaobai handed her the beverage again.

She knew Dong Ran was tough on the outside but soft on the inside. Saying anything too sentimental wouldn’t work, so she didn’t press the matter.

Some things were best left understood in silence.

Dong Ran accepted the drink, giving her a deep look. She didn’t say much, opting instead to watch how Jiang Xiaobai would act next.

“Did you read the script? What do you think?”

She glanced at the script lying on the sofa and asked casually.

“It’s a great project. If I can land the role of Liu Ruyan, it could boost my career,” Jiang Xiaobai replied honestly.

Her previous world, Yaoyue Continent, was essentially the equivalent of this world’s urban supernatural genre. People there lived two to three times longer than those here, so understanding the setting wasn’t difficult for her.

In terms of life experience and wisdom, she was far ahead of the original Jiang Xiaobai.

“Good that you know. I pulled in a favor just to get a chance to speak with President Zhao. Liu Ruyan is a role that suits you well—it won’t be too hard for you to play. You have to seize this opportunity. As for the banquet, I’ll stay by your side, so you won’t have to handle things alone.”

“Thank you, Dong Ran. I understand.”

“It’s getting late. Go change. Zhu Zhu will be here soon.”

Dong Ran finally showed a hint of relief.

Zhu Zhu was her assistant, and her full name was Ming Zhu. She was a hardworking and reliable young woman from a rural background, earning her way into the industry through sheer effort. She also had younger siblings to support, which made her exceptionally diligent and eager to keep this job.

Although officially just an assistant, she was practically an all-in-one personal caretaker.

She did it all by driving, cooking, doing makeup, hairstyling, running errands.

Not long after, she arrived, washed her hands, and prepared to do Jiang Xiaobai’s hair and makeup.

“Zhu Zhu, what happened to you?”

Jiang Xiaobai noticed she looked a little disheveled. Her hair was damp with sweat, and there was a faint trace of dust on her clothes. It was clear she’d had a busy day before arriving.

“I’m sorry, Sister Xiaobai, I didn’t mean to show up like this. I’ll go clean up right away.”

Ming Zhu misunderstood, thinking Jiang Xiaobai was criticizing her appearance. She knew how particular Jiang Xiaobai used to be, and her face flushed in embarrassment as she hurried toward the restroom.

“That’s not what I meant. You look exhausted—take a break. I can do my own makeup.”

Jiang Xiaobai shook her head and started getting ready herself.

Ming Zhu was surprised but grateful. Nonetheless, she still went to freshen up in the restroom.

“Zhu Zhu, did something happen?” Dong Ran asked as she approached her.

“No, it’s nothing.” Ming Zhu shook her head.

Dong Ran didn’t push the matter further because she wasn’t willing to talk.

Ming Zhu was a quiet and reserved girl, the type to speak less and work more. She preferred simple, modest clothing and rarely spent on luxuries, focusing instead on her work and responsibilities.

Sometimes, Dong Ran wanted to buy her better outfits, but Ming Zhu always refused.

She clearly had strong self-respect, and Dong Ran didn’t want to force her.

 

This body had a naturally stunning foundation—youthful and flawless. Even without makeup, Jiang Xiaobai was a breathtaking beauty. She only applied a light touch of cosmetics, yet even Dong Ran was momentarily dazzled.

Even after working together for years, she still had no resistance to that face.

“President Zhao has a reputation for being sociable, but he remains professional in these settings. Besides, his wife has a fiery temper, so even if he enjoys attention, he keeps things respectful. Tonight, at the banquet, he will focus on business.”

Dong Ran gave Jiang Xiaobai a rundown as they sat in the car. “Just maintain a good attitude, smile when you don’t know what to say, and toast when appropriate. I think he’ll agree to give you the role.”

As long as Jiang Xiaobai kept her temper in check and didn’t stir up trouble, Dong Ran was confident they had a strong chance of securing the role.

President Zhao wasn’t a fool—he was the drama’s biggest investor. Since he had invested money, he obviously wanted returns.

Whether a show succeeded or flopped depended mainly on the actors. Liu Ruyan’s role suited Jiang Xiaobai perfectly. There was no logical reason for President Zhao to choose Zhao Shan over her.

Sure, Zhao Shan was beautiful, but they had a mature, charismatic presence. She might draw too much contrast when placed next to the female lead. However, her temperament deviated too much from the novel’s original portrayal. Choosing her would change the story’s intended dynamic.

Jiang Xiaobai nodded obediently as Dong Ran spoke, looking like an attentive student.

But Dong Ran had her doubts. Was she really listening? Or was she just pretending, the way she used to?

“This is serious. If Zhao Shan lands this role, the company will lose all faith in you. You still have years left on your contract—do you really want to waste that time getting no opportunities and simply waiting out your contract?”

She wanted Jiang Xiaobai to understand the weight of the situation.

“Got it, Dong Ran. I’ll take it seriously and do my best tonight,” Jiang Xiaobai replied brightly.

Before long, they arrived at the banquet venue.

It was held at one of President Zhao’s private properties—a luxurious villa on the city’s outskirts.

As they pulled up, Jiang Xiaobai noticed other well-dressed guests heading inside. Most of them looked unfamiliar—not industry people.

Ming Zhu, Jiang Xiaobai’s assistant, wasn’t required to attend and remained in the car. At the same time, Jiang Xiaobai and Dong Ran entered together.

President Zhao was a man in his forties, standing around 1.8 meters tall. Surprisingly, despite his age, he maintained a strong and composed presence. His broad shoulders and well-kept physique gave him an air of authority, making him stand out.

This was not what Jiang Xiaobai had expected.

“There are too many people around him now. Let’s wait for a better moment to approach.”

Dong Ran whispered beside her.

This was President Zhao’s domain, and many guests were eager to greet him. However, he was constantly surrounded by a crowd—not the right time to step in.

However, those people didn’t linger for long. After exchanging a few pleasantries, they dispersed. Dong Ran seized the opportunity, giving Jiang Xiaobai a subtle signal.

Jiang Xiaobai understood immediately. She picked up a glass of red wine and followed Dong Ran toward President Zhao.

“President Zhao, you’re looking quite energetic tonight. Let me offer you a toast.”

Dong Ran’s demeanor was polished and professional, her face carrying a warm smile.

“You’ve arrived. Oh? This must be Miss Jiang?”

It took President Zhao a moment to recall Dong Ran’s identity. He nodded slightly before shifting his gaze toward Jiang Xiaobai. The moment he saw her, his eyes flickered with surprise.

A beauty.

A stunning beauty.

Jiang Xiaobai had chosen a simple yet elegant outfit for the evening—a white dress with delicate embroidery that highlighted her grace. The fitted waistline complimented her silhouette, and the flowing skirt gave her a refined, effortless charm that made her stand out in the crowd.

 

 

Chapter 4: Another Script

Jiang Xiaobai’s long hair was half-pinned up. Soft, wavy strands cascading down her face framed her delicate features. They accentuated the graceful length of her neck.

Her beauty was like a flawless jade, and even without speaking, a mere glance from her could stir the hearts of those around her.

“Good evening, President Zhao. Sister Ran has always spoken highly of you, and seeing you in person today, I realize her words were no exaggeration.”

Jiang Xiaobai’s voice was soft and composed.

Hearing this, Dong Ran let out a quiet sigh of relief, her smile becoming more genuine. “That’s right! President Zhao, if you weren’t so averse to the entertainment industry, you would have an enormous fan following by now.”

Jiang Xiaobai nodded in agreement.

President Zhao unconsciously straightened his back. He was no stranger to flattery, but being complimented by such a stunning woman felt different.

Jiang Xiaobai’s calm demeanor made it even more convincing. Her subtle smile carried no trace of exaggeration. Yet, the sincerity in her gaze made it seem she truly believed what she was saying.

“Haha, Miss Jiang, you surprise me as well. I thought the rumors about you were overblown, but now I see they were far too modest.”

President Zhao laughed and clinked glasses with Dong Ran. Jiang Xiaobai followed suit, and he took a sip with a composed smile.

The atmosphere was progressing well. Dong Ran felt a renewed sense of confidence. “President Zhao, now that you’ve met Xiaobai, you can see how perfectly she fits the role. I wonder if you would be willing to—”

“Uncle Zhao!”

Before Dong Ran could finish, a delicate voice rang out from the side. She turned her head and immediately paled.

A woman in a deep red gown approached. Her fair skin contrasted strikingly with the fiery hue of her dress, making her look like a radiant flame.

Her features were naturally alluring, and with her impeccable makeup and confident strides in high heels, she quickly commanded the attention of many men in the room.

Zhao Shan! What was she doing here?

Wait—what did she just call him?

Dong Ran’s heart skipped a beat. In the next moment, Zhao Shan lightly rested her hand on President Zhao’s arm in a familiar manner, pouting slightly. “Uncle Zhao, I’ve been looking all over for you!”

“Shan Shan, you’re here? I’m a little busy at the moment.”

President Zhao chuckled, patting Zhao Shan’s hand with a natural familiarity. “Did your mother arrive? I’ll join you shortly.”

“She did. But these two…”

Zhao Shan’s eyes flitted between Dong Ran, whose expression had grown complicated, and Jiang Xiaobai, who remained poised. Raising an eyebrow, a knowing glint flashed in her gaze. “Oh, if it isn’t Jiang Xiaobai and Sister Dong. What a coincidence! Wait—silly me—I almost forgot! They’re here to compete for the same role as me.”

She turned to her uncle with wide, innocent eyes. “Uncle Zhao, you didn’t actually agree to their request, did you?”

She shot him a sharp look.

President Zhao chuckled. “You silly girl, we’re family. Why would I ever side with an outsider?”

“That’s more like it.”

Zhao Shan let out a small scoff, raising her chin as she confidently regarded Jiang Xiaobai. “If you want the role, you should at least know your worth. Do you think you can compete with me? That’s ambitious.”

Most attendees tonight were high-level executives, with few from the entertainment industry. Zhao Shan did not need to maintain her perfect facade and openly displayed her dominance.

Dong Ran’s face darkened. She had never expected the night to unfold like this.

President Zhao. Zhao Shan. Same last name. Yet, she had never considered they might be related! If she had known, she wouldn’t have bothered coming tonight.

Jiang Xiaobai, too, was momentarily surprised. Zhao Shan had risen to fame rapidly in the past two years, yet there had never been any mention of her ties to the Zhao family. So that was the secret behind her success.

What a shame. It seemed this role was no longer an option.

“Shan Shan, that’s no way to speak to people. You’re all in the same industry—you’ll be colleagues in the future.”

President Zhao gave her a disapproving look.

In business, maintaining a smooth and diplomatic approach was crucial. Even if one disliked someone, they still upheld surface-level civility. Who would be so blunt and confrontational?

Besides, Shan Shan wasn’t usually this impulsive. Did she have some past grudge against Jiang Xiaobai?

“Uncle Zhao, I don’t befriend just anyone. Jiang Xiaobai? Please. She couldn’t even keep up with me.”

Zhao Shan rolled her eyes at Jiang Xiaobai, but despite her arrogance, a flicker of jealousy flashed in her gaze.

This woman relied only on her looks—no proven acting skills, no real industry ties. Who was she trying to impress with that haughty demeanor? And yet, she still thought she could make it in the entertainment industry?

If I had those looks, I wouldn’t have had to work so hard.

Not to mention… that incident.

“Miss Zhao, I have no desire to compete with you. I think you might be overthinking things.”

Jiang Xiaobai replied matter-of-factly.

“Miss Zhao, please watch your words,” Dong Ran added in a firm tone.

“Shan Shan, tell your mother I’ll be there in a bit.”

Just as Zhao Shan was about to snap back, President Zhao interrupted her.

“Fine.”

Zhao Shan huffed, glancing sharply at Jiang Xiaobai before turning on her heel and leaving toward the second floor.

“President Zhao, since Zhao Shan is your family, why did you invite us here tonight? Isn’t this rather inappropriate?”

Dong Ran barely kept her temper in check, but she couldn’t hold back her frustration.

President Zhao didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he turned to Jiang Xiaobai, scrutinizing her expression.

He had invited her here, only for his niece to humiliate them publicly. Anyone else would be furious. But he was curious—how would Jiang Xiaobai, this notoriously temperamental actress, react?

Yet, unexpectedly, she remained composed. She stood calmly as if entirely unaffected.

Interesting. This wasn’t the fiery personality the industry gossip had painted her to be.

“Well, since the role has already been decided, we won’t longer intrude. President Zhao, we’ll be taking our leave.”

Jiang Xiaobai gave him a slight nod before turning to leave.

“Wait a moment, Miss Jiang,” President Zhao called out. “The reason I invited you tonight was to see you in person. I actually have another script that I believe would suit you well. Would you be interested?”

Another script?

Jiang Xiaobai exchanged a surprised glance with Dong Ran.

“What kind of script?” Dong Ran’s eyes gleamed with interest.

“It’s a drama based on an online game,” President Zhao explained. “I’ll have my team send it to your company’s email. If you’re interested, we can discuss it further.”

In truth, he had agreed to let Dong Ran bring Jiang Xiaobai here because of her persistence and curiosity about the woman.

If she had disappointed him, he would have simply ignored her existence. But now that she had piqued his interest, further negotiations could be arranged.

The drama he had in mind was an adaptation of a popular gaming IP. The female lead played an ice-cold, ethereal mage—a character whose immense power allowed her to dominate all others. Only the male lead, who was even more potent, managed to capture her heart through repeated collaboration.

Cold, proud, beautiful… He had been struggling to find the perfect actress for the role. And yet, Dong Ran had approached him for a completely different part.

Perhaps this was an opportunity worth exploring.

 

 

Chapter 5: The Cursed Second Female Lead

President Zhao had carefully anticipated tonight’s gathering. He knew his niece would attend, and she was currently vying for the same role as Jiang Xiaobai. If Jiang Xiaobai lost her temper in public upon seeing Zhao Shan, it could easily ruin her career in the entertainment industry.

But unexpectedly, Jiang Xiaobai didn’t act as the rumors suggested.

“Well, thank you. We’ll check the email once we get back and follow up with you later, President Zhao.”

Dong Ran’s smile returned to her face.

At least this wasn’t a complete waste of time. They hadn’t just been invited here as a joke.

Without lingering any longer, Dong Ran and Jiang Xiaobai left together.

Back in the car, Dong Ran was still fuming. “What’s with that Zhao Shan? The things she said were way out of line. You two have never worked together before, right? So how exactly did you offend her?”

Maintaining basic courtesy was expected in an industry where everyone crossed paths frequently. There was no deep-seated enmity between them, so why had Zhao Shan spoken so harshly?

Dong Ran racked her brain. Other than the competition for the role of Liu Ruyan, there was no history between them. Besides, Zhao Shan had already won the role—was she petty enough to hold a grudge over it?

“I have no idea. I’ve never even met her before,” Jiang Xiaobai replied after a brief thought, shaking her head.

“That role was perfect for you; they just handed it to her. Doesn’t President Zhao worry she’ll ruin it?”

Dong Ran huffed, her face dark with frustration.

“It’s fine, Sister Ran. If she wants to play Liu Ruyan, she can have it. She looks nothing like the original character, so she’ll only get criticized for it. Not worth the trouble.”

Making a seductive actress play a cold and aloof female cultivator? The mental image alone was ridiculous.

“You’re taking this way too well! Even if the reception is bad, just starring in a drama like this would boost her popularity.”

Dong Ran glared at Jiang Xiaobai as if frustrated at her lack of ambition.

“Think about it this way—just because she got the role doesn’t mean she’ll actually get to act in it. Who knows? Unexpected things happen all the time. Maybe something will come up that prevents her from taking the role.”

Jiang Xiaobai said it casually, merely to comfort Dong Ran. Still, a strange chill rose when the words left her mouth. It was fleeting, vanishing as quickly as it came.

A flicker of surprise crossed her face, and Dong Ran immediately noticed. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know. I just… suddenly felt a bit cold.”

Jiang Xiaobai rubbed her arms.

The driver, Ming Zhu, quickly adjusted the air conditioning to a warmer setting.

At that very moment, back at President Zhao’s banquet…

Zhao Shan had been drinking with a few friends. Feeling lightheaded, she steadied herself before heading toward the staircase.

“Shan Shan, are you okay? Do you need help?”

“I’m fine. My room’s just on the second floor. I can manage.”

Zhao Shan waved her friend off and climbed the stairs in her high heels. But her heel caught on the edge as she stepped onto the staircase. She gasped as she lost her balance.

“Aaaah—”

“Shan Shan!”

The banquet hall erupted in chaos.

“You go ahead upstairs,” Dong Ran said. “I’ll let you know if President Zhao’s team sends over the script.”

“Okay.”

When Dong Ran’s phone rang, Jiang Xiaobai was about to leave the car. That wasn’t unusual, but what was odd was the drastic shift in Dong Ran’s expression after answering the call.

Jiang Xiaobai hesitated, staying in the car.

“Alright, I understand. Thank you for letting me know,” Dong Ran said, still in a daze as she hung up.

“Sister Ran?”

Jiang Xiaobai called out. “What happened?”

Dong Ran turned to her, eyes still unfocused. “Xiaobai… Zhao Shan just fell down the stairs. The injury is serious.”

Jiang Xiaobai: …

What?

“This is unreal! That was unexpectedly fast! It’s almost eerie how things turned out. Looks like this role was meant for us after all… No, wait—this is seriously eerie. Is this second female lead role cursed? Every actress who takes it ends up with a leg injury!”

Dong Ran had initially been gloating, but her face quickly darkened.

Something wasn’t right. First, the previous actress sprained her ankle after signing the contract. Now, Zhao Shan had fallen down the stairs and broken her leg. What was it with this role and leg injuries?

If this pattern continues, who knows what might happen next?

Dong Ran’s expression grew grim, a chill creeping up her spine as she weighed the situation.

With Zhao Shan out of the running and given President Zhao’s positive impression of Jiang Xiaobai earlier, the role would most likely be offered to her. Under normal circumstances, this would be fantastic news. But after what had just happened…

The whole “broken leg curse” was getting way too real. Dong Ran wasn’t sure she wanted Jiang Xiaobai to take that risk.

Ming Zhu, who had been silently listening from the driver’s seat, initially felt relieved but quickly began to worry for Jiang Xiaobai.

Was taking this role really worth the potential danger?

Jiang Xiaobai froze for a moment.

Her expression turned slightly strange. When she had made that offhand joke earlier, she had felt something off in her body—an odd, fleeting chill. At the time, she had brushed it off as the car’s air conditioning messing with her. But now…

Could Zhao Shan’s accident actually be connected to what she had said?

No way… right?

“Our lives are more important. Let’s just pass on this role. Whoever wants it can have it.”

Dong Ran made up her mind.

It was a painful decision, but she wasn’t about to take the gamble. What if the so-called curse escalated? What if Jiang Xiaobai ended up with a broken leg next?

That would be the end of her acting career!

“No, Sister Ran. I’m taking it.”

Jiang Xiaobai’s voice was firm.

“Xiaobai, no!”

Ming Zhu panicked, while Dong Ran’s face filled with disapproval.

“It’s fine. There’s no such thing as a curse—it’s just coincidence.” Jiang Xiaobai smiled reassuringly. “Besides, didn’t you say it yourself? Zhao Shan’s attitude may not have helped her situation. I believe I’ll be just fine.”

“Well…”

Dong Ran hesitated. Seeing Jiang Xiaobai’s unwavering determination, she wavered.

“You’re sure? You’re willing to take the risk?”

“Yes. This is a rare opportunity for me.”

“…Alright then. I’ll contact President Zhao tomorrow.”

Dong Ran let out a long sigh.

Calling him right now wouldn’t be appropriate. His niece had just gotten injured, and reaching out immediately to claim the role would seem insensitive. Waiting until tomorrow would be more tactful.

“Thanks, Sister Ran. I’ll head upstairs now.”

Jiang Xiaobai pushed open the car door.

“Wait!”

Two voices rang out in unison—Dong Ran’s and Ming Zhu’s.

Jiang Xiaobai turned back, puzzled.

“You’re not walking up there alone. I’m taking you upstairs,” Dong Ran declared.

“Yes, yes!” Ming Zhu nodded fervently.

Jiang Xiaobai blinked in surprise, then burst into laughter.

They were seriously worried she’d meet the same fate as Zhao Shan!

Dong Ran and Ming Zhu, on the other hand, were stunned.

Jiang Xiaobai rarely laughed like this. She had always carried herself with aloofness as if she were above everyone else. Even when she smiled, it was usually just a faint curve of her lips—never something this genuine and unguarded.

 

Chapter 6: The Protective Talisman

Jiang Xiaobai’s genuine laughter lit up her entire face. Her naturally striking features seemed to glow, almost blinding the two people staring at her.

“Xiaobai, you’re so beautiful…”

Dong Ran recovered quickly, having spent nearly two decades in the industry and built an immunity to beauty. Ming Zhu, however, was momentarily taken aback, admiring Jiang Xiaobai’s radiant expression.

Once they had escorted Jiang Xiaobai safely upstairs and watched her enter her room without incident, Dong Ran finally took her leave.

“Wait, Zhu Zhu, stay at my place tonight,” Jiang Xiaobai suddenly said.

“Huh?”

Ming Zhu froze.

Xiaobai wanted her to stay? Was this real?

Hadn’t she always thought Xiaobai preferred a different kind of company?

“Yes! Zhu Zhu, stay the night,” Dong Ran chimed in enthusiastically. “Stick by her side—don’t let her take a single misstep!”

Ming Zhu hesitated, wanting to refuse, but in the end, she nodded. “Sister Ran, don’t worry. I’ll make sure Xiaobai is safe!”

Satisfied, Dong Ran left. She knew Ming Zhu was the type to follow through on her promises with absolute dedication.

“Zhu Zhu, sit down.”

Jiang Xiaobai patted the sofa beside her.

Ming Zhu looked at her uncertainly, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “Xiaobai?”

“You ran into some trouble today, didn’t you? If you don’t mind, you can tell me about it. Maybe I can help.”

Jiang Xiaobai smiled at her, catching the flicker of surprise in Ming Zhu’s eyes.

So, she was right. Something had happened. Otherwise, Ming Zhu wouldn’t have been late or arrived in such a disheveled state.

“I…”

Ming Zhu bit her lip. She wanted to deny it, but the words caught in her throat under Jiang Xiaobai’s warm and uncharacteristically gentle gaze. “I got kicked out by my landlord. I was late today because I had to move out quickly…”

“Did you find a new place?”

“No, it was too sudden. He mentioned needing the space for a relative, so I had to move out on short notice.”

“And where’s your stuff now?”

Jiang Xiaobai frowned.

Evicting a tenant on such short notice? That was beyond unreasonable.

“I put it in a hotel for now,” Ming Zhu said, clearly disheartened. “It’s fine. I’ll move once I find another place.”

Finding a new place wasn’t that easy, though. Ming Zhu’s job kept her busy, and apartment hunting, securing a lease, and moving everything again was no small task.

Plus, since she sent most of her salary back home, she could only afford the cheapest rentals—usually in inconvenient, far-flung areas.

“In that case, just stay here with me.”

Jiang Xiaobai had made up her mind. “There are plenty of empty rooms here. Pick one and make yourself comfortable… And don’t argue with me. You’re my assistant—you’re supposed to handle my daily affairs. Living nearby will save you time and money on commuting. It’s more convenient for both of us.”

Ming Zhu was stunned.

Xiaobai’s words made her feel incredibly flattered—almost overwhelmed.

“But… I don’t have money for rent…”

She couldn’t possibly live here for free. A place like this must cost a fortune—her entire salary wouldn’t even cover the rent!

“You’re a great cook, and I’d love to have you around. Think of it as us helping each other out.”

Jiang Xiaobai smiled. “It’s settled. It’s too late to move tonight, so I’ll have someone help you bring your things over tomorrow. For now, just pick a room and get some rest.”

Without giving Ming Zhu a chance to refuse, Jiang Xiaobai turned and headed straight for her room.

Once inside, she pulled out some paper and a pen.

Compared to the Yaoyue Continent where she came from, this world was almost devoid of spiritual energy—so scarce it was surprising. Still, it wasn’t completely useless; she could channel some energy when needed.

As a talisman master, she crafted hundreds of different talismans. Unfortunately, the most advanced ones were impossible to draw here due to the severe lack of spiritual energy. However, making simple charms was still doable—though their effectiveness would be somewhat diminished.

No need for calligraphy brushes or cinnabar ink. A regular ballpoint pen and plain white paper would suffice.

After cutting the paper to the correct size, Jiang Xiaobai held her pen with utmost concentration. Staring at the tip, she silently chanted a spiritual gathering incantation. Instantly, an invisible energy current began pooling toward the pen, filling the air around her with a faint, refreshing presence.

Her wrist flicked as she drew, and an intricate, rune-like symbol soon appeared on the paper.

At first glance, it looked like nothing more than scribbles—wholly random and unstructured. Yet, the entire design was completed in a single, continuous stroke. The faint spiritual energy dispersed into the air when she finished the final curve.

Had anyone been paying close attention, they might have noticed a fleeting shimmer of light flicker across the paper at the exact moment her pen lifted.

This was the most basic of all protective charms: the Peace Talisman.

Jiang Xiaobai shivered slightly. This whole “cursed second female lead” situation started getting to her. She wasn’t about to take unnecessary risks, so making a protection charm seemed a wise precaution.

“Let’s hope this keeps me safe,” she mused humorously.

After completing the charm, she folded it into a small square. She tucked it into a locket—a heart-shaped pendant left behind by the original owner of this body.

Protective charms like this must be kept close for them to work best. She could’ve slipped it into a purse or phone case if she had any other job. However, as an actress, she couldn’t keep her phone or bag with her while filming, so wearing it as jewelry was the most practical option.

“Whew… That was exhausting. This body is way too weak. I really need to start training.”

Even drawing a simple charm had left Jiang Xiaobai sweaty, her body feeling like she had just finished an intense workout. She was speechless.

How pathetic. Crafting a single weak charm took this much energy? She’d probably pass out if she attempted to make two in a row. If she didn’t start training, even attempting a slightly more advanced talisman in the future would be impossible.

After some thought, she searched her memories for a simple cultivation technique designed for those with the lowest spiritual aptitude. It allowed the body to refine spiritual energy through breathing passively. Over time, it would strengthen her physique.

On the Yaoyue Continent, this technique was only used by those with absolutely abysmal talent—basically, bottom-tier stuff. She never thought she’d be reduced to using it.

But in this world, it was more than enough. Given the lack of spiritual energy, anything more advanced wouldn’t work anyway.

She spent the entire night adapting her body to the technique. From now on, she wouldn’t have to practice it manually—her body would automatically refine energy with every breath, even while she slept.

“Mmm… something smells amazing.”

The enticing aroma of food filled her senses when she opened her door. Jiang Xiaobai instinctively touched her empty stomach and followed the scent to the kitchen.

“Good morning, Xiaobai.”

Ming Zhu had just finished ladling out a bowl of congee when she turned and saw Jiang Xiaobai. A little embarrassed, she greeted her softly. “I made some breakfast. I’m not sure if it’s to your taste.”

She looked a little tired—she had barely slept a wink last night.

 

Chapter 7: Changing Managers

It wasn’t that Ming Zhu had trouble sleeping in a new place. Growing up in a poor household, she had never been picky about her surroundings. But this time, it was the opposite—the environment was too nice, the bed too soft. She felt like she was floating on a cloud, so unreal that she couldn’t sleep all night.

So, at the crack of dawn, she got up and busied herself in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

“This looks amazing. Thank you for your hard work.” Jiang Xiaobai smiled and gently patted Ming Zhu’s head.

Ming Zhu paused for a moment, her cheeks warming slightly.

“But Zhu Zhu, you’re actually two years older than me. You don’t have to call me ‘Sister Xiaobai’ anymore—just call me Xiaobai.” Jiang Xiaobai corrected her.

Ming Zhu nodded absentmindedly, still flustered. “Okay, Sister Xiaobai!”

Jiang Xiaobai: …

During breakfast, Jiang Xiaobai praised Ming Zhu’s cooking endlessly. Ming Zhu was so flustered yet happy that she barely looked up from her bowl, though the corners of her lips betrayed her delight.

After eating, Jiang Xiaobai handed her car keys to Ming Zhu. “Go move your stuff.”

She had originally planned to hire someone to help, but Ming Zhu insisted that she didn’t have much luggage and could manage on her own. Jiang Xiaobai didn’t push further and simply lent her the car.

Just then, her phone rang. It was Dong Ran.

“Xiaobai! Great news! You got the role of Liu Ruyan! We’re signing the contract this afternoon, and the styling shoot and filming will start soon. Check your email—the official script has been sent. You need to get familiar with your scenes ASAP so you don’t slow down the production schedule!”

“Got it,” Jiang Xiaobai replied calmly.

President Zhao had acted fast. The moment it was confirmed that his niece couldn’t take the role, he approved Jiang Xiaobai as the replacement. The production team had already made the necessary adjustments. Everything was set—the cameras would start rolling in a few days!

The contract signing was scheduled to take place at her agency.

Jiang Xiaobai’s entertainment company was one of the industry giants. It had a massive roster of artists, many of whom were top-tier actors and actresses, even winners of prestigious awards.

As she and Dong Ran entered the sleek, high-rise office building, they stepped into the elevator. Just as the doors were about to close, a hand reached out and held them open.

Jiang Xiaobai looked up and saw a man and a woman stepping inside. They, too, seemed momentarily surprised to see her. The woman even frowned slightly.

These two were also artists under Tangming Entertainment. They were about the same age as Jiang Xiaobai and had been scouted during their university years, just like her. There was some history between them.

“Jiang Xiaobai? What are you doing here?” Dou Fang asked.

“I have business to attend to,” Jiang Xiaobai replied coolly.

“Oh… Let me guess—are you here to change managers?”

Dou Fang smirked, as if she had stumbled upon some juicy gossip. Her expression carried a hint of amusement.

Change managers?

“What are you talking about?”

Jiang Xiaobai was puzzled. Where had that come from?

Beside her, Dong Ran’s expression grew a little stiff.

“Oh? So you really don’t know?” Dou Fang drawled, clearly enjoying herself. “The company—”

“Fang Fang!”

The man beside her, Zhang Yishui, cut in sharply and tugged at Dou Fang’s sleeve, shooting her a meaningful look. But his gaze lingered on Jiang Xiaobai for a moment too long.

His attempt at subtlety only made Dou Fang’s smirk widen. “What? I can’t say it? It’s not even a secret around here! Let’s be real—why would someone like Dong Ran waste her time managing Jiang Xiaobai? It’s a total waste of company resources! It makes perfect sense that she wouldn’t want to keep her as a client.”

Jiang Xiaobai’s expression didn’t change, but she turned to look at Dong Ran.

Dong Ran frowned. “Enough. This has nothing to do with you.”

“Oh, look at that—so defensive! I must’ve hit a nerve, huh?” Dou Fang sneered. “But hey, it makes sense. Looks like you two are a perfect match—sticking together no matter what.”

Dou Fang’s words were dripping with malice.

“Nobody wants us?” What was that supposed to mean?

Jiang Xiaobai’s expression darkened. Before dwelling on it, she noticed Dong Ran was about to snap back angrily. Beating her to the punch, Jiang Xiaobai smirked and said, “Oh? Are we unwanted? Well, you only go after things that aren’t even yours.”

As she spoke, she turned her gaze toward Zhang Yishui, her lips curling into a taunting smile.

Zhang Yishui had been sneaking glances at Jiang Xiaobai this whole time. When their eyes suddenly met, he averted his gaze in guilt. But the moment he realized what she meant, his face drained of color. “You—”

“What the hell are you saying, Jiang Xiaobai? Don’t go too far!”

Dou Fang was stunned initially, but her face turned crimson and fury when she processed the implication. She glared at Jiang Xiaobai through gritted teeth.

Their messy history goes back two years.

When they were all fresh recruits in the entertainment industry, newcomers naturally stuck together. Jiang Xiaobai had always stood out with her stunning looks, drawing the admiration of many male artists, including Zhang Yishui.

But here was the problem—Dou Fang and Zhang Yishui had already been close before signing their contracts. Their relationship wasn’t official, but they had an undeniable connection. Dou Fang had feelings for Zhang Yishui, so watching him gravitate toward Jiang Xiaobai was unbearable.

She had clashed with Jiang Xiaobai over it before.

However, in reality, Jiang Xiaobai was never interested in Zhang Yishui. She had noticed his ambiguous entanglement with Dou Fang and had no patience for men who couldn’t decide. When he made a move on her, she had turned him down—flat, swift, and ruthless.

Unfortunately, some people just didn’t know when to quit.

Even with Dou Fang by his side, Zhang Yishui still kept looking elsewhere. He was fixated on Jiang Xiaobai as if being turned down only made him more persistent. The more unattainable she seemed, the more he chased after her.

Of course, that didn’t last long. Once he realized that Jiang Xiaobai wasn’t playing hard to get and genuinely saw him as worthless, he had no choice but to retreat. Ultimately, he returned to Dou Fang, and the two finally made their relationship official.

And now, Jiang Xiaobai’s comment had struck a nerve.

“Weren’t you the one who started this?” Jiang Xiaobai drawled lazily, unfazed by Dou Fang’s fury.

“Don’t get too cocky! You won’t last much longer in this industry. Once you lose your manager, let’s see how you survive in showbiz!”

“Oh? And who says I won’t last? We’ll see who lasts longer in this industry,” Jiang Xiaobai said casually, not even bothering to spare Dou Fang a glance.

So what if she knew Zhang Yishui had changed his heart? Instead of walking away, she clung to him and blamed other women for his wandering eyes.

Ridiculous.

Just as Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, a chill ran down her spine. That eerie, familiar sensation from before had returned!

Dou Fang was still fuming, ready to fire back, but the elevator reached its floor at that moment. Zhang Yishui, his face dark with embarrassment, didn’t want her to cause more trouble. He grabbed her arm and dragged her out before she could continue arguing.

The moment they left, peace was restored.

Jiang Xiaobai turned to Dong Ran. “Sister Ran, are you hiding something from me?”

Dong Ran’s expression stiffened. “Don’t listen to her nonsense. It’s nothing. You’re the only artist I manage—why would I replace you?”

Jiang Xiaobai studied her for a moment. Just as Dong Ran began feeling slightly flustered under her gaze, she finally looked away.

“Alright. You’re the only manager I’ll ever recognize.”

Dong Ran let out a relieved sigh, but simultaneously, a warm feeling spread through her chest. She couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t worry. As long as you behave and don’t stir up trouble, I won’t leave.”