I'm the Top-Tier Star of Chinese Pop. So What If I'm a Bit of a Jerk?

In this era when traffic rules and top-tier stars reign supreme, Cheng Feng discovers that he can become a top-tier star on looks alone. A System? Not even a dog would use one. Cheng Feng: “Talent? What good is that? It'd just waste my time flirting with pretty girls.” Spend enough time by the river and sooner or later you'll get your shoes wet!! At last, his scandal breaks. Just when everyone thinks Cheng Feng's career is over... “I'm done pretending. I'll come clean: I'm a top tycoon.” His celebrity girlfriends are ridiculous. Li Bai laughs. You really have no idea what kind of power a top tycoon wields. Love money? Is a hundred million enough? Not enough... Then I'll keep throwing money at you. Love fame? I'll write you a hit song and produce a TV drama for you. Love power? The CEO position at a branch company is yours. Only then do people finally realize that Cheng Feng is rich and powerful, handsome and talented. The very definition of good looks, a walking hormone-fueled heartthrob. Cheng Feng: “I'll go on a variety show. All I have to do is stand there, and the female fans will go crazy.” Celebrity fan: “Oppa, want to talk about your new song together tonight?” Ordinary fan: “Oppa, look at me! I have a succubus tattoo...” Many years later... Cheng Feng holds a fan meeting and looks out at the crowd below. Fans of every skin tone, with hair in every color, leave him deep in thought. “What is going on? I was only earning a little foreign currency. How did I end up with so many...”