Our Motto: If We Can Settle It With Our Fists, We Won't Waste Our Breath

[A quick note before you start: This is unhinged fiction, and the author has lost it. If you have a problem, take it up with my heroine. Once you've cursed her out, you can't curse me out too, okay?]

Ye Zhenzhen had a dream. In it, she was out of her mind and acting like a lovesick fool for the Zhou family's second son, Zhou Junzhi. Before she even woke up, Ye Zhenzhen had already cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations.

What? You want to know where Ye Zhenzhen's manners are? Sorry, having no manners is kind of her thing.

When she woke up, Ye Zhenzhen discovered that her dream had actually been real.

Now clearheaded, Ye Zhenzhen returned to the entertainment industry. This time, I'm here to whip the whole industry into shape!

The trolls who attacked her: Ye Zhenzhen is a disgrace to the entertainment industry!

Ye Zhenzhen: Did I eat your rice or something? Why do you have to waste your breath on me? If you've got time to talk about me, go plant a couple of loquat trees in the yard with your dad.

Zhou Junzhi, who couldn't stand her: Stop clinging to me. Ruowei is the only one in my heart.

Ye Zhenzhen: Shake your head and listen for the sound of the ocean. If you can't figure something out, look in the mirror and you'll get it. I won't say more, bro. If I do, I'm gonna puke.

Tong Ruowei, who stole Ye Zhenzhen's endorsement: Zhenzhen, I didn't mean to take it from you. They just thought I was a better fit.

Ye Zhenzhen: Here's a line to describe you: “The face remains, but the person is gone.” You and Zhou Junzhi really are made for each other.

Tong Ruowei: Zhenzhen, don't say that. Zhou and I are just friends.

Ye Zhenzhen: Sure, sure, friends, right? Friends who eat together, watch movies, and squeeze in a little sex. It's fine, I understand. From the way you think, does your rectum connect straight to your brain?