Steal The Male Lead

Steal The Male Lead
Fei Qianchi, a calculative and ruthless business magnate, meets an absurd end by choking on water. To his surprise, he's whisked into a transmigration system: 'Steal The Male Lead.' His mission? Infiltrate various novel worlds, embody cannon fodders or villains, and charm the male lead away from the protagonist—all while staying in character. His first assignment drops him into the luxurious, yet treacherous, Imperial Harem as Imperial Noble Consort Bai Mengxiang. Once the beloved childhood sweetheart of Emperor Xu Yongheng, Bai Mengxiang has been relegated to a forgotten corner after the Emperor's affections shifted to the reborn, scheming protagonist, Shilian. Worse, Bai Mengxiang is pregnant, and the original timeline dictates he loses his child and is brutally executed. Now, as Fei Qianchi takes over, he vows to rewrite Bai Mengxiang's tragic fate, protect his unborn child, and reclaim the Emperor's heart, not out of love, but out of a calculated, thrilling desire for vengeance and victory. Can this cunning businessman navigate the deadly politics of the harem and rewrite a destiny steeped in heartbreak?

The ache in his head was the first sensation, followed by the soft sigh that escaped his lips as Fei Qianchi's eyes flickered open. Ancient. Luxurious. His surroundings screamed both, a stark contrast to the sterile white space he'd just departed. 'Gosh dang it! Of course, it had to be the Emperor's harem,' he cursed inwardly, a familiar scenario from the myriad of transmigration novels he'd devoured.

Memories flooded his mind—a torrent of emotions, forgotten faces, and a life he hadn't lived. He was Bai Mengxiang, the Imperial Noble Consort, a position of power, yet shadowed by neglect. The ache in his heart wasn't his own, but a residual throb from the original owner, a poignant echo of lost love. He absorbed the tragic tale of Bai Mengxiang, the childhood sweetheart discarded, the first child lost, the eventual, unjust death.

Then, a voice cut through his thoughts, not from within the palace, but from the system. "Imperial Noble Consort, the Emperor... he will be heading to Imperial Concubine Shi's palace." Xiao Lan, his most loyal maid, spoke with a sorrowful gaze, a silent testament to the original's suffering. Fei Qianchi, now Bai Mengxiang, forced a faint, melancholic smile. "It's fine, Xiao Lan. Prepare a bath for me." His voice was soft, his face carefully crafted to appear pale and saddened, a performance already in full swing.