“Come out here, you little weasel! You promised to talk to me about the resources for the next film. Hiding in there like that, how can we even talk?”

"Joanne... Joanne, you little rascal, if you don't come out, I'm going to be angry..."

Joan leaned against the bathroom door of her hotel room, feeling the ceiling spin before her eyes. Her temples throbbed.

Before I could even figure out where I was, a creepy voice from outside the door filled the air.

"Joan...a little person?"

Who is the brave one, who dares to speak with such a despicable and malicious voice?

Joanne's slender hand grasped the doorknob, steadying herself, and slowly descended from the dizzying spin of that day.

I distinctly remember being in a car accident and lying on the operating table awaiting rescue.

In a blink of an eye, I found myself in this unfamiliar place.

Curled lashes trembled delicately, sweeping across this opulent bathroom.

The white bath towels were neatly stacked on the shelf, and two bathrobes hung beside them. The bathrobes were embroidered with the five characters of Jun Ting Grand Hotel in gold thread, and five stars beneath indicated the hotel's star rating.

The Imperial Hotel?

Joan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, finding the hotel name strangely familiar.

Before I could even think about it, the bathroom door behind me was slammed again and again...

"Joanne, come out here! It was you who agreed to meet me, even coming to the hotel room. What are you pretending to be innocent for? Let me tell you something straight: without my Huang Zhihai's approval, you won't get any of the main roles in 'Ming Xi Chuan'. If you keep hiding, don't expect to even land a supporting role. Believe me!"

A middle-aged man outside, with a menacing voice, made Qiao An suddenly remember why she felt uneasy about the "Jun Ting Grand Hotel" five words.

The Grand Jun Hotel and Huang Zhihai are all names of locations and people from the novel I read the night before the accident.

So, this is a book crossing?

Joanne's novel, "I Was Loved to the Heavens After Transmigrating into a Book" , is a typical paid novel.

In the story, the protagonist Lin An'an, after transmigrating into the book, becomes entangled with three male leads in the novel.

The esteemed and highly capable aloof film emperor; the top-tier male idol who is cold, aloof, and keeps people at arm's length; and the world-weary and ruthless rich second generation, each of them has a special fondness for Lin An'an.

Lin An'an surrounded by these three big shots, from a 18th-line small star in the early days of crossing novels, she became a top star in the country and finally reached the peak of her life.

As a buying text, the author might think that three bosses are not enough for the Shura field, and specially arranged a distinguished, aloof and ruthless wealthy old man Lu Zheng as the villain male protagonist in the book.

Lu Zheng, the head of a powerful family, was infatuated with Lin An'an but couldn't have her. To relieve his longing, he married Qiao An, a meek and obedient woman whose appearance and name were very similar to Lin An'an's, as his white moonlight substitute.

No, the book's only redeeming quality is that Qiao An, a pathetic and ultimately pitiful character who descends into ruin because of jealousy towards Lin An An, bears the same name as Qiao An in the real world.

When Qiao An was reading this book, she was speechless about the cannon fodder character with the same name as her, who was completely different from her.

But at the time, I was more concerned about the ending of the novel and which one Lin An'an chose and ended up with, which male lead.

So I didn't have time to watch the middle of the play carefully and just flipped to the end to see the ending.

Unfortunately, the book "Being Pampered by Three Big Shots After Transmigrating into a Novel" is still being serialized. I only reached the last chapter and saw that the character with the same name as me, Qiao An, had a tragic ending because she framed the main character.

At this moment, Qiao An's situation was exactly like the cannon fodder supporting role in a book who had managed to turn a good hand into a terrible mess.

In the book, Qiao An, the original fiancee, accidentally helped Lu's matriarch who sprained her ankle while jogging in the park. Impressed by Qiao An, the matriarch intends to matchmake her with Lu Zheng, her grandson and the head of the Lu family.

Lu Zheng was just a few months away from his 30th birthday. For Qiao An, who had just turned 22, he was a proper wealthy older man.

Lu Zheng is the ruthless and cold-hearted villain male lead in the book. According to the author's several descriptions of his appearances, this business tycoon besides work only occasionally watches TV programs hosted by Lin An'an for entertainment.

The meaning between the lines is that Lu Zheng treats everything as if it belongs to Lin An'an, treating her like a white moon.

Because Joanne's name and Lin Anan both have the character "An," and because Lin Anan was known as "Little Joanne" when she was an 18-line star.

Lu Zheng, unable to marry Lin An'an and now reaching marriageable age, could not escape the pressure from Lu Lao Tai (his grandmother) to get married. So he married Qiao An home as per his grandmother's request.

When Qiao An married Lu Zheng, it was precisely when her career was hitting a rough patch due to the rise of similar-type stars like Lin An An.

Originally, she was married to Lu Zheng and was willing to be a dutiful Mrs. Lu, there was nothing wrong with that. After all, the Lu family was the richest in Yun City, and life was wealthy and stable without a doubt.

Interestingly, Joan is a pushover with no backbone.

When Qiao An married Lu Zheng, it was just a formality. The two didn't have much of a relationship and were essentially just nominal spouses. Lu Zheng offered no support for Qiao An's career, and Qiao An never sought resources from the Lu family. Neither her friends, family, nor agent knew she had married such a powerful man.

To the extent that Joanne's career and popularity were waning, no one around her was offering advice or strategizing to help.

Not only did she frequently speak ill of Lin An'an, making his heart feel uneasy, but she also arranged many "dinner parties" to compete with Lin An'an.

Now, after a certain dinner party, Joanne caught the eye of Huang Zhihai, a producer known for his "love conquests."

The company was unaware that Qiao An had married Lu Zheng and instead actively encouraged her to get close to Huang Zhihai.

Joan had dinner with Huang Zhihai and was coaxed back to his hotel room to discuss the script. Only when they entered the room did Joan realize something was wrong with Huang Zhihai, prompting her to quickly duck into the bathroom and lock herself inside.

And just then, Joan from another world arrived.

Having sorted out all the details, Joanne slightly raised her chin, her eyes flickering as she glanced at the mirror beside her.

The person in the mirror had long, straight black hair. Her small face was framed by eyes that were red and swollen with tears, clearly from recent crying out of fear and panic.

Looking into the mirror, Qiao An raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of satisfaction mixed with surprise in her gaze.

Unexpectedly, the original not only shared the same name but also looked exactly alike.

... that's all.

In reality, Joanne is the young mistress of the Joe Group. She was pampered and doted on by her parents and her CEO older brother since she was a child. She is vastly different from the cannon fodder character in the book, both in terms of strength and appearance. Even their looks are worlds apart.

She let her long, black straight hair fall limply to one side, making herself appear especially pitiful. She used her slender index finger to wipe away the traces of tears.

The young man in the mirror smirked, then raised his eyes, losing some of his weakness and gaining a strange kind of allure.

"Fuck, fuck, Joan, are you coming out or not, you..."

Before Huang Zhihai could finish his words, the bathroom door he had closed swung open before him.

The little man, who had just darted into the bathroom to wipe away his tears, emerged with a light smile playing on his lips.

At the sight of Qiao An coming out and smiling so charmingly at him, Huang Zhihai's soul almost flew away.

He was accustomed to Qiao An's meek and pitiful appearance, but this was the first time he had seen her like this.

Huang Zhihai held out his hand. “Aiyo, Qiao'an... you just come out obediently now. Come here, come sit down, let’s talk slowly.”

Huang Zhihai said, and was about to go up and take Qiao An's hand.

Joan's porcelain skin was fair and smooth, it looked just like a cow's. He had wanted to touch it for ages.

Huang Zhihai was just about to...

"Slap!" Joan slapped Huang Zhihai's face without hesitation.

Huang Zhihai: !

Before Huang Zhihai could even unleash his claws, he was stunned by a single palm strike.

"You dare hit me!" He raised his hand to press against his left cheek, which had already been slapped, his eyes widened like copper bells in disbelief.

Joanne frowned slightly.

Just now, that palm

strike didn't have good control of the strength, my hand hurts from the exertion.

Hundreds of tiny figures frowned slightly, saying lightly, “Well, you hit you. What's the problem?”

Huang Zhi-an's face stiffened: "You..."

Joan flicked her wrist, pulling down that pretty face, "Tricking a young girl to a hotel room to discuss the script, your trickery is useless. How did you tell my company, or do they know everything and collude with you? Why don't you look in the mirror, Mediterranean beer belly, with this appearance, you dare to mess with young girls?"

"You're saying that? You don't want to be in the circle anymore!"

Huang Zhian was enraged by Qiao An's defiance. His face contorted in fury as he snarled, "Fine, since you want to be shameless, then don't even think about being the main character in Xin Xi Chuan! Even a supporting role is out of reach for you. Qiao An, don't blame me for warning you, if you offend Huang Zhihai, you won't be able to survive in the entertainment industry. Come over here and apologize to me, serve me well, and maybe I can…"

"Neurotic," Joan scoffed lightly.

Grabbing her handbag, she bypassed Huang Zhihai without hesitation and walked towards the hotel room.

As for Miss Qiao, she didn't even have someone go and beat Huang Zhihai with a bag of sand. That was already being lenient to him; she wanted an apology and he dared to dream?

However, Qiaoan not only completely humbled Huang Zhihai but also slapped him.

Huang Zhihai would not allow the ducks to fly away, nor would he let Qiao An leave so easily.

Huang Zhihai's eyes sank, a malicious grin spreading across his face. He lunged from behind, intending to grab Qiao An.

Joanne, sensing someone approaching, quickly dodged out of the way.

Looking back, disgust flashed in her eyes: "Are you looking for death?"

Huang Zhihai grinned lecherously and lunged at Qiao An once more.

"Hehehe, who's looking for death? We'll see about that. Brother will show you what it means to survive... Aiyo..."

Huang Zhihai hadn't finished speaking when a sudden pain shot through his head.

The person who seemed particularly easy to bully one second ago, the next second has already kicked off their high heels and is knocking on Huang Zhihai's head.

"You can't survive, can you? You can't die either... I'll make you feel humiliated and disgusting, make you play dirty!"

Joan is not a weak and ignorant child, as the eldest daughter of the Qiao Group, she wouldn't be unprepared.

Don't make it too easy to get rid of men like Huang Zhihai, who are obese, lack competence, and middle-aged.

"Don't, don't hit... Ah, ouch, please stop..." Huang Zhihai was dazzled with stars, clutching his head and falling to the ground begging for mercy.

Joann slammed her high heels against Huang Zhihai's head a few times before nonchalantly slipping them back on and gracefully pushing open the door.

Then, they bumped into each other face to face with everyone else waiting outside the door.

Joanne: "..."

The young man guarding the door and his group of burly, black bodyguards behind him: "..."

The young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses saw Joan come out, his face flitting with surprise, astonishment, and a hint of guilt.

He adjusted his glasses and said in a calm voice, "Mrs. (Last Name), what a coincidence."