I Cried, I Faked

Mr. Xu kept a little tyrant who bore a faint resemblance to his unattainable white moonlight. The brat, relying on his good looks, had a temper fiercer than the heavens and would storm off in a huff at the drop of a hat. Entranced by the similarities between the tyrant and his white moonlight, Mr. Xu indulged him carelessly—only to grow accustomed to the pampering over time, spoiling him rotten. Just as Mr. Xu was utterly bewitched, nearly forgetting the white moonlight entirely, the white moonlight returned. Upon learning this, the little tyrant threw a tantrum, demanding a breakup. Furious, Mr. Xu decided to freeze him out for a few days to remind him of his "place"—only to discover, one after another: The brat’s poor grades? *Faked.* The brat’s idle, reckless lifestyle? *Faked.* The brat’s destitution? *Faked.* The brat was young, wealthy, and gorgeous—*even their very first encounter had been meticulously schemed by him.* Mr. Xu thought *he* was the one keeping a pampered pet—only to realize he’d been played like a fool all along. Mr. Xu: ? At this point, *not* getting married would be the real embarrassment. *** Kang Yao transmigrated into a BL novel as a cannon fodder stand-in, destined to fulfill the clichéd plot of "*playing the substitute for the male lead until the white moonlight returns, then exiting in sorrow.*" The "little tyrant" Kang Yao smirked: *Must complete it? Fine.* But it’ll be done *my* way.