The actor won't let me fall in love

'Summer, don't waste my time.' The man seated below the stage tapped the table impatiently, his expression riddled with annoyance. 'Are you going to dance or not?' Summer snapped back to reality, realizing she was standing on a stage inside a bar's private booth, dressed in a sultry bunny girl outfit with a shiny metal pole beside her. It wasn’t hard to guess what he meant by 'dance.' He wanted her to pole dance. This scene... seemed oddly familiar. She had transmigrated into a book? Last night, she had pulled an all-nighter to finish her best friend’s novel, The Playboy’s Love Story. The male lead, Jacky, was the quintessential playboy—heartless to everyone except the female lead, Angel, for whom he developed genuine feelings. Thus began the infamous 'wife-chasing redemption arc.' But Angel, fully aware of Jacky’s history as a heartbreaker, refuses to trust him. In response, he demonstrated his loyalty in the most twisted way: tormenting all the women he had previously 'loved,' right in front of her. 'I feel nothing when they suffer,' he would claim. In the end, all his 'fish' either went insane or perished, and Angel, moved by his "dedication," finally accepted his love and lived "happily ever after." The body Summer now inhabited? That of the most tragic "fish" in the story. Angel once casually remarked, "I’d love to see the national sweetheart Summer fall from grace." As if on cue, Jacky ordered the original Summer to don a bunny outfit and perform a pole dance for him. The original Summer, thoroughly brainwashed and PUA’d by Jacky for years, eagerly complied. She spent all night learning to pole dance and came to the bar, naively thinking this was some kind of romantic rendezvous. In reality, behind the one-way glass, Angel was live-streaming the whole event. If things played out as expected, tonight's trending topic on Weibo would surely be: *#Summer's Pole Dancing Seduces Jacky#. Summer let out a long sigh. "This is karmic retribution." If she had known she'd end up like this, she wouldn’t have trashed her best friend's novel so harshly. “Summer, my patience is running thin.” The loud crash of a wine glass slamming onto the table snapped her out of her thoughts. Jacky’s face was stern, his voice carrying a sharp warning. “If you don’t start dancing now, I’m leaving.” To his surprise, Summer's face broke into a wide, delighted grin. "Then hurry up and leave!" Jacky: ? "What are you waiting for? Go on, get out." "You—" For a moment, Jacky appeared taken aback, a fleeting sadness crossing his usually impassive face. His long, narrow eyes shimmered with an almost celestial melancholy, as if he were an immortal god cast down from the heavens. If the original Summer were here, her heart would have melted into a puddle. For five years, this was how Jacky manipulated her. A slap followed by a candy, endless torment coupled with slivers of hope. He relished controlling her, watching her flounder in a dark swamp of despair, solely to satisfy his perverse amusement. Unbidden, a dull ache throbbed in her chest—her body's instinctive response to the original Summer’s grief. She looked at him seriously. "If I don’t dance, you’ll be disappointed, right?" Jacky nodded, not saying a word. "Alright." She placed a hand on the pole, noticing the smirk forming on his lips. Behind the one-way glass, Angel was laughing too. But in the very next moment, the unexpected happened. [Summer Pulls Up the Pole!] The live-stream chat exploded: [WHAT?!] [Did she just yank the pole out of the floor?!] [I thought we were about to witness a sexy pole dance—what even IS this?!] [Has her "national sweetheart" persona morphed into "Herculean Goddess"?] On the screen, Summer spun the three-meter-tall pole effortlessly, then launched into an impressive routine of Shaolin staff techniques. The camera shook as Angel's hand trembled. [Holy crap, she’s doing martial arts with the pole!!] [Someone call Guinness World Records. This woman is UNREAL.] [Forget pole dancing; let’s talk about those cracks in the floor!] Finally, Summer brandished the pole, swung it over her shoulder, and brought it crashing down onto Jacky’s head—twice. The once-dignified Jacky toppled sideways, unconscious. [She knocked him out!!] [Oh my god, my husband fainted!!!] [She didn’t just c***k the floor—she cracked his skull too!!] [I take back everything bad I said about her. I’m a fan now, lol.] Jacky eventually regained consciousness in a hospital bed. As a strong contender for this year’s Cannes Best Actor award, his management company sent their legal and PR teams in full force to assess the situation. But when they arrived, they found Summer sobbing quietly at his bedside. Her tear-streaked face was the picture of innocence, a breathtaking image of beauty in sorrow. Through her sniffles, Summer whispered, "I’m so sorry. I only followed the pole-dancing tutorial online! It said to use the pole like that, and I accidentally hit you. You’re not mad, are you?" Dressed in borrowed casual clothes, she looked every bit like a repentant girl-next-door. Jacky studied her closely. Her sadness didn’t seem feigned. After all, she had groveled at his feet for five years. Why would she suddenly grow a spine? Suppressing a sneer, he muttered, "You always disappoint me, Summer." Tears welled in her eyes as she replied, "You’re right. Failing you is unforgivable. To make it up to you, I’ll go home right now and kneel while reciting sutras!" Before Jacky could respond, she bolted out the door. Outside, the PR team rushed in. "Mr.Jacky, the internet is in an uproar! How should we handle this?" He gave his standard response: "Just tell them she was trying to seduce me." It had worked every time before. But when the PR manager opened Weibo, his face paled. The trending topics were already damning: #Jacky PUA Summer# #Summer Releases Recording# #Jacky Makes Summer Learn Pole Dancing# Summer had uploaded a voice recording—and chaos ensued.