Ruan Siyi transmigrated into a book, becoming the cannon-fodder alpha wife of the aloof film queen in a yuri novel.

The original host was not only a tool in a contract marriage but also s*upid enough to drug the film queen, Fu Ru’an, trying to claim this unattainable beauty in the most despicable way. The outcome was predictable—after the incident, Fu divorced her, and she was ruthlessly cyberbullied until she met her end at the hands of an obsessed fan wielding a kitchen knife.

When Ruan Siyi first woke up in this world, she saw a stunning omega beside her—cheeks flushed, eyes glistening, her entire body radiating the sweet, intoxicating scent of Baileys. The beauty’s breathing was ragged, but her eyes burned with undisguised disgust: “Where’s the antidote?”

Tearfully, Ruan Siyi leaned down and whispered, “Big sister, let me help you.”

That night, the rich aromas of Baileys and vodka intertwined, blue flames flickering.

The next day, Fu Ru’an personally tore up the divorce papers:

“I’m satisfied with you. Let’s make this marriage real.”

Ruan Siyi, who had already packed her bags to leave: “?”

Ruan Siyi and Fu Ru’an’s marriage was an open “joke” in the entertainment industry—no one believed it would last. Netizens even started a betting pool on when they would divorce, with the thread reaching thousands of comments.

When news broke that they would be appearing together on a couples’ variety show, fans exploded:

[“What are these fake spouses doing here? Does the production team think the audience is blind?”]

[“Ruan Siyi is just leeching off my queen’s fame again. Disgusting!”]

But once the show aired—

Viewers watched as Ruan Siyi, from making the bed to serving food, was endlessly gentle and attentive. Meanwhile, Fu Ru’an’s face grew redder by the day, with suspicious marks appearing on her neck. The audience was stunned.

[“Is this the same arrogant nobody from before?”]

[“The film queen never let anyone get close to her—why is she like this now…”]

[“OMG THEY’RE SO SWEET I SHIP THEM SO HARD!!”]

Later, everyone learned that Ruan Siyi was the unnamed female lead from Fu Ru’an’s first film—the one she had been waiting for all along.

Pour coffee liqueur, then layer vodka and Baileys on top—that’s a B-52 bomber.

The moment the torch ignites, fire meets ice, burning away all reason.

To the world, Fu Ru’an remained an untouchable ice queen—cold, distant, and unapproachable.

Only Ruan Siyi knew the truth: how her high heels had once crushed the last inhibitor, her body trembling with uncontrollable desire. Long fingers swept aside her hair, baring her neck, her scent gland pulsing with temptation.

Fu Ru’an’s voice dropped low, thick with seduction:

“Ruan Ruan, bite me here.”