[The whole family gets their comeuppance + angst before payoff + real heiress and fake heiress + second male lead takes the lead + entertainment-industry livestream + rekindled romance + reunion after years apart + a battlefield of rival suitors]
Shen Jinzhi is the real heiress, but her two older brothers only acknowledge the fake heiress they’ve doted on since childhood.
Her wealthy, powerful older brother splurges a billion yuan on the fake heiress, backing her and grooming her for leading roles.
Her dashing, womanizing older brother, a movie star, personally guides her to an award-winning career, shields her from drinking, and makes an exception to navigate the cutthroat world of fame and fortune for her.
Even Shen Jinzhi’s boyfriend, a promising up-and-coming director, gradually falls for her.
Only then does Shen Jinzhi realize she’s in a sweet romance novel. The fake heiress is everyone’s darling, while she’s nothing but an insignificant cannon-fodder character.
So she decisively steps out of the story, quits the entertainment industry, and starts livestreaming instead.
The woman playing the harp is gentle yet aloof, breathtakingly beautiful, and has gained countless fans, but she refuses to show her face.
The wealthy older brother: “Zhizhi, how many gifts do I need to send to see your face? Would three billion be enough?”
The dashing movie star: “My darling Zhizhi, you’re so beautiful. Come make a film with me.”
Famous director: “Zhizhi is my muse!”
Then Shen Jinzhi took off her diamond-dust mask, and the livestream, with over ten million viewers, fell silent.
A moment later, the comments flew so fast they crashed the stream!
“Isn’t that Shen Jinzhi, the one who was driven out of the industry by the hate campaign?”
*
Lu Siyu, the most powerful tycoon in elite Beijing circles, has a brazen, razor-sharp buzz cut and stands at the very top, untouchable.
No one knows that night after night, he kneels at her feet, submitting to her willingly and gladly.
*
The temperature climbed, the air grew heavy, and slender fingertips stirred ripples. He nuzzled her with his close-cropped hair, calling her name again and again: “Zhizhi, call me…”
The writing is good, but too depressing.