This is a female‑targeted channel, no clue why it got pushed to the male one.
Street interview livestream.
“What’s the harshest beating your parents ever gave you?”
“Didn’t beat me to death.”
Next.
“What’s your favorite celeb doing right now?”
“Serving time.”
Chat: hahaha.
The blogger moves on to another person.
A gorgeous woman is squatting by the roadside.
The blogger sticks the mic right in her face.
“Hi, street interview. What’s the most useful thing you’ve ever learned?”
The moment the viewers see that face, the chat explodes.
[Wait!! Isn’t that Queen Joyce Quinn? She’s been MIA forever—turns out she’s out here begging on the street.]
[She dared to provoke the movie king’s white moonlight, kept insisting she dated him. His fans nearly shredded her. With her tiny‑tier fame and community‑college diploma, what else can she do besides beg.]
[I’m crying. ‘Most useful knowledge’? With her education, what knowledge does she even have.]
But Joyce calmly says, “Positions? Which positions?”
Blogger: “…”
Netizens: “…”Joyce Quinn had barely landed in this wild “lose-a-kidney-and-an-eyeball” novel when her brain was still buffering, totally not synced with the plot yet.
Right then, the blogger saw the livestream comments and froze for a second, finally recognizing her. “Holy crap, you’re that ultimate simp Joyce Quinn?”
That wording… seriously?
For the first time, Joyce actually felt the reality of having fallen into a book.
I mean, in real life she was single as a dry cactus. Who was she even supposed to simp for?
Joyce dragged a hand down her face, then grabbed the blogger’s hand like they were long-lost bros. “Yep, that’s me. And wow, small world—back then you were chilling at your place, I was at mine, so obviously we’ve never met since we were kids.”
The barrage: “……”
Great.
The comments were freaking out.
Was Joyce losing it because Marcus Payne’s precious white moonlight was rumored to be back in the country?
……
Joyce—mentally stable 9-to-9-7 corporate survivor—had transmigrated into a tragic novel as her pitiful namesake.
In this melodramatic tearjerker, the heroine was a third-tier actress who once dragged Marcus Payne into the entertainment industry, handing him every resource she had.
Then he shot to fame, decided she was too low-level, and refused to go public with their relationship.
Marcus Payne basically ran a masterclass in emotional manipulation, stringing the heroine along until she loved him painfully, hated him hopelessly, and couldn’t break free no matter what.After Tiffany Atkinson came back, Marcus Payne actually went as far as taking Joyce Quinn’s kidney and even her cornea, all just to patch up his precious white‑moonlight.
Joyce didn’t want to do it, begging him through tears.
Marcus forced himself to sound heartbroken: “Joyce, I’ll be your eyes.”
Damn guy was ready to dig out both if he could.
Joyce still valued her life, so she bolted.
She ran, he chased, and their whole messy push‑and‑pull was written like some tragic romance meant to wring tears.
Because Joyce stayed close to this top actor and Tiffany kept tripping her up, Joyce’s career got torn apart. People painted her as clinging shamelessly to Marcus, as acting like a diva, bullying newbies, pushing colleagues out—black rumors piled so high even the stray dogs passing by would spit at her.
Even when Marcus finally “woke up” at the end and realized he didn’t love Tiffany at all, only the Joyce who’d always been there for him…
Joyce already had no kidney, no eyesight, and no career left. Her heart was done. She decided to punish Marcus with the biggest “game over,” and that was the tragic ending.
…
In the livestream, viewers watched Joyce finish her wild performance and walk off. They immediately told the streamer to follow her.
Everyone wanted to see if she had already fallen to the point of sweeping streets.
But Joyce just wanted to figure out exactly where in the storyline she had landed.She unlocked her phone and instantly saw a message from scumbag Marcus Payne.
"XXX Huisuo. Meet me. Tiffany is here too."
Joyce Quinn got it right away.
She’d just dropped into the plot where the white moonlight comes back to town.
She stared at the screen, totally expressionless.
"So, how far have you and Tiffany Atkinson gone now?"
Marcus, trying to stop her from “clinging again,” replied, "She’s already my woman."
Joyce shot back, "Cool. Then let’s break up. A fortune‑teller said only virgins bring me good luck."
Marcus: "…?"
He honestly thought Joyce was pulling some new stunt just to get his attention.
By the time Joyce arrived at the spot, Marcus was already there with Tiffany, clearly still fuming over what she’d said on the phone. His brows were so tense they looked like they could strangle a fly.
Joyce had just stepped in when Marcus snapped, voice full of disgust,
"Did you lose your mind or something?"
Tiffany, hovering beside him and watching the mood carefully, kept feeling that Joyce was acting… off.
Last time she’d kissed Marcus on purpose and let Joyce catch it, Joyce practically lost it—crying, screaming, the whole melodramatic mess.
…So why was she so calm today?
Tiffany opened her mouth, ready to pretend to be soft and pitiful.
"Joyce…"The very next second.
Smack—
A slap rang out, loud enough to shake the room.
And it landed square on Marcus Payne.
Marcus almost got slapped straight into the wall by the full‑force swing Joyce Quinn threw at him.
The moment her hand connected, Joyce felt instantly refreshed.
Marcus clutched his face, five bright fingerprints blazing on his cheek, staring at Joyce in total disbelief, anger rolling off him.
"Joyce?! You actually hit me!"
Yeah, she hit you on purpose, you little jerk.
Tiffany Atkinson was stunned stiff, stammering at Joyce, "Y‑you… how could you hit Marcus…"
Joyce shifted her gaze to Tiffany, her eyes narrowing.
Then she stepped toward her.
Tiffany’s brain immediately went into SOS mode, convinced she was next.
Her eyes welled up, and she scrambled back in panic.
But in the next moment, Joyce grabbed her chin.
The move was even more domineering than Marcus’s usual act.
Joyce’s eyes half‑lidded, her voice low as she asked Tiffany, "You like Marcus Payne?"
If Tiffany really liked him, she wouldn’t have left the country back then.
She was just enjoying the attention Marcus showered on her once she came back, riding the wave because it was convenient.Anyway, she wanted to break into showbiz, and Marcus Payne just happened to be a top actor who still had leftover feelings for her, so why not stir up some gossip?
Tiffany Atkinson felt her heart skip for a second under Joyce Quinn’s stare.
She hadn’t even figured out what to say yet.
And out of nowhere, Joyce just grabbed her and planted a kiss on her.
Straight-up forcing a plot twist.
Joyce started spouting nonsense like it was her native language: “Tiffany! I’ve put up with Marcus Payne for so long just so I could be with you!”
Tiffany: “…”
Marcus: “…”
The blogger who’d just rushed over nearly face‑planted: “…”
The livestream chat: “???”
What the actual—???
What kind of wild plotline was this??
Marcus gritted his teeth. “Joyce Quinn, are you insane?”
Joyce looked dead serious. “Nope. Just evolving.”
Joyce had always been obedient with Marcus. Even when Tiffany came back to the country, she’d never acted this unhinged.
What the hell did she take today?
Marcus was practically laughing from anger.
“Don’t tell me you’re doing this just to get my attention? How childish are you?”
Joyce jumped up and smacked both of them across the face.
“If your mouth is that itchy, go lick a toilet. Stop yapping here.”Right after slapping him, Joyce Quinn turned her head toward Tiffany Atkinson.
She lightly patted Tiffany’s cheek, her tone teasing as she gave a crooked smile. “Look at him. A guy who can get smacked twice by someone as ‘fragile’ as me—how’s he gonna make you happy? And do you even know that the script that got him that Best Actor award… he begged me to drink with the director to secure it for him. What exactly do you see in him?”
Tiffany was so stunned she just froze there.
Before Marcus Payne could even process what happened, Joyce had already disgusted them both enough and bolted like the wind.
Marcus was furious to the point his chest felt like it might explode.
Then he turned his head and caught Tiffany still staring blankly in the direction Joyce left.
Like she was seriously thinking about what Joyce just said.
His anger spiked instantly. Even toward Tiffany—who he usually spoke to like she was made of glass—his tone sharpened.
“What are you staring at?”
Tiffany jerked back to herself, shrinking a little. “N-nothing…”
…but why was Marcus reacting so intensely?
Could it be that the drama that shot Marcus to overnight fame… really was something Joyce got for him?
…
Meanwhile, in the livestream with the whole audience watching,
that scene had already blown up on the trending page.
#Joyce Quinn likes Tiffany Atkinson##Joyce Quinn slapping Marcus Payne
#Marcus Payne, where that award‑winning role really came from
Every tag was a trending bomb.
So many hot searches blowing up at once that netizens didn’t even know which one to tap first.
Bystanders were stunned, munching on the drama.
So Joyce had been clinging to Marcus all this time… just to take a roundabout route and get close to his precious white‑moonlight Tiffany Atkinson??
Marcus’s fans were raging, flipping metaphorical tables.
"What?!"
"Joyce actually dared to hit our Marcus? I swear I’m crashing her Weibo right now!"
Passersby trying to watch the show hurried to calm them down.
"Hold up!
Shouldn’t you fans first ask where Marcus’s big breakout role even came from?"
Back then, with his rank, he really wasn’t on the level for that kind of production.
So why did they suddenly pick him?
Joyce ignored the 99+ hate‑filled DMs and posted straight away:
"The whole internet’s already boiling. Might as well grab a bowl while it’s hot."
She already had a mountain of haters.
Her reputation was practically in the gutter to begin with.
Now with this stunt?
She looked absolutely unhinged.
The comments flooded in instantly—an entire swarm of nasty remarks.Tiffany Atkinson’s fans were losing it: “I swear I’ve never seen someone cling this hard. You chased after our guy for three years. Did he ever give you a single response? Now you’re flipping the script out of bitterness and trying to smear him?”
Joyce Quinn replied: “You make a fair point, but I still think a sow’s postpartum care really needs to start before she gives birth.”
Marcus Payne’s fans: “Joyce has been in the industry three years, right? She grabs onto Marcus every single time. We thought now that Tiffany’s back she’d be too embarrassed to keep clout‑chasing, but wow, she really found a whole new angle
respect
.”
Joyce answered: “Hard pass.”
A passerby: “What’s up with Joyce? Is she having one last meltdown before quitting the internet?”
Joyce: “Thanks for the concern, but I’m not quitting. I’m online to rule. And you seriously dare complain to the emperor? Obey me and you thrive; defy me and you’re done. If you dare criticize me, I’ll wipe out your whole clan. Anyone who tries to lecture me gets the harshest sentence. If you dare gossip about me in public and it reaches my ears, I’ll generously let you off with… assisted suicide.”
