MTL - As the Minor Gay Rival in Het Novels - Chapter 20

Xueyue's life was filled with nothing but unfortunate events. Her mother died giving birth to her, her father abandoned her for another family, her stepsister stole her beloved, and she was framed for a murder she didn't commit.
Sentenced to death by beating, Xueyue thought her horrible life would finally end.

Xie Chi is a patient with multiple personality disorder. On the surface, he is educated and gentle but the secondary personality is cold and powerful, with explosive strength.

Xie Chi can never fall in love because the secondary personality is his boyfriend.
Xie Chi’s only dream is to one day embrace his lover.

In order to realize his dream, Xie Chi voluntarily bound to the Horror Movie Actor App. The app regularly releases horror movie notices such as Spirit in Red Clothes, Zombie Lovers, 1552 Haunted House…
The selected actors will be placed in a real horror environment to survive.

On the first day of filming, the first male lead with a dirty personality blocked Xie Chi in the corner. “Follow me and I’ll help you be the second male lead.”
Xie Chi smiled softly and shook his head. “That isn’t enough.”
The first male lead was dumbfounded.
Xie Chi smiled slightly. “Brother, help me beat him up.”
The secondary personality gave a cold smile to the first male lead.
End of the shoot, the first male lead: Xie Chi.

Others: Struggling to survive.
Xie Chi: Defy the natural order to change fate.
A combination of absolute wisdom and absolute force.
Starting from the 18th tier, Xie Chi will eventually become… the horror movie emperor.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”

The Empress does not grant my resignation.