Long Coveted [Showbiz]

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[Blurb]: Qi Jinyan entered the screenwriting industry at twenty and became famous that same year. He made many unknown actors into stars and rose to become a top-tier star in the country. Hailed as the screenwriting industry's great hope for the next fifty years, he was pursued by countless actresses in the entertainment world.

But rumors had it that Qi Jinyan was cold and aloof, and had no interest in women.

That is, until he met Lin Shiyi at twenty-nine.

Lin Shiyi was heir to a fortune worth hundreds of billions, a quintessential rich girl from the upper class. A major figure in American venture capital was her older brother, an international fashion-world tyrant was her aunt, the unruly and formidable second young master of the Jin family was her childhood friend, and a top-tier star was her comrade-in-arms. If she didn't work hard at acting, she'd have to go home and enjoy a life of food and fun.

For the sake of her dream, Lin Shiyi decided to risk it all.

Lin Shiyi produced a check. "Teacher Qi, here's thirty million. Please write me a screenplay."

Qi Jinyan: "Heh."

Lin Shiyi: "Forty million!"

Qi Jinyan: "Heh."

Lin Shiyi: "Fifty million!"

Qi Jinyan raised an eyebrow. Then he suddenly stepped closer, leaned down beside Lin Shiyi's ear, and said with an enigmatic smile, "What I want is a priceless treasure."

Lin Shiyi, the priceless treasure: ???

[Sweet contemporary romance coming soon in my collection]: You Are the World, a Brilliant Galaxy

Blurb: A laid-back, goofy variety-show host x a sweet-but-wild top-tier male idol

Blurb: The Northern and Southern Starry Awards.

A reporter asked Huo Yeran, "Yeran, which female celebrity in the industry would you most like to work with?"

Without hesitation, Huo Yeran replied, "Song Tianzhen."

Another reporter asked, "Yeran, is there a girl you like right now?"

Huo Yeran: "Yes."

The whole venue erupted.

The reporter continued, "Is she in the industry?"

"Yes." Huo Yeran's lips curved slightly, starlight shining in his amber eyes. "She's a variety-show host, 170 centimeters tall, weighs fifty kilos, has long hair, a lovely personality, and beautiful eyes that curve when she smiles. She's my first love, though it's still unrequited for now."

Fans: Wowww! He must mean Song Tianzhen!!!

That night, Song Tianzhen posted on Weibo.

"My ideal type is someone outside the industry, 160 centimeters tall, weighing a hundred kilos, with a thick beard. He can't be too handsome."

Every single criterion perfectly ruled out Huo Yeran.

Netizen A: Song Tianzhen's taste is pretty extreme!

Netizen B: I give Song Tianzhen full marks for that display of self-preservation.

One night, Huo Yeran livestreamed himself petting a dog at home.

Fan A: Huh, when did Yeran get a dog?

Fan B: That dog... looks a lot like Zhaocai, Song Tianzhen's dog.

Fan C: Holy crap, that was a hammer blow that sent me straight to the bottom of the rabbit hole. What I mean is, I've seen that wall behind Yeran in Song Tianzhen's livestream before.

[Sweet contemporary romance coming soon in my collection]: You Are the World, the Everlasting Galaxy

Blurb: A laid-back, goofy, sharp-tongued international supermodel x a scheming, sharp-tongued, fiercely possessive venture-capital CEO

Blurb: Liang Wan is an international supermodel with a pair of legs hailed as "the most beautiful in the world."

Night Banquet Bar.

Liang Wan bets her best friend Jiang Keyan that with her figure and beauty, she can win over Xu Jinyang, the aloof, chaste legend of the venture-capital world who keeps women at arm's length, in three minutes.

Jiang Keyan: "If you'd eaten even one peanut, you wouldn't be this drunk."

Liang Wan smiles slightly, walks over to Xu Jinyang with a glass in hand, and shows off her secret weapon: her long, beautiful legs.

Sure enough, Xu Jinyang can't help taking a second look. Then he swirls the red wine in his glass and says unhurriedly, "Miss, your zipper is undone."

Liang Wan: "..."

For a long time, Liang Wan believes Xu Jinyang is prey in her hunting grounds. She never expects that he's had his eye on her all along, and once he bites down, he won't let go.

At international fashion week, Liang Wan closes the show.

The audience gasps in admiration.

Xu Jinyang frowns and quietly warns Cheng Yu, seated beside him: "Close your eyes. You're not allowed to look!"

Cheng Yu: ??? Why can't I look? Does Liang Wan belong to you?

Xu Jinyang: "That's right. She's mine."

[Goofy cultivation fantasy coming soon in my collection]: The Whole Cultivation World Calls Me Great-Aunt

Blurb: Xuantianji, sect leader of Chenbai Mountain, takes a final disciple, a sweet little girl with fair skin.

Word spreads throughout the cultivation world that Chenbai Mountain's new direct disciple has exceptional roots, remarkable talent, and extraordinary comprehension. Deeply cherished by the sect leader and her senior brothers, she is the cultivation world's great hope for the next five hundred years.

As it turns out, after three years of cultivation, this "hope" still hasn't learned even the most basic sword-flying technique.

One day, Lu Qingjue takes a group of her junior disciples down the mountain to gain experience. Along the way, they encounter a ferocious evil spirit.

The junior disciples draw their swords to defend themselves. "It's dangerous here, Little Martial Aunt! Run! We'll hold it off!"

Lu Qingjue is touched. "All right. Be careful, my nephews."

She has just turned around when she hears several thuds. Looking back, she sees her junior disciples sprawled all over the ground.

One of them spits blood. "Little Martial Aunt, run! This evil spirit is vicious and impossible to deal with!"

"..." Lu Qingjue rubs her forehead and sighs, then picks up a dead leaf. Her sword flashes across it as she scrawls a few lines in blood, then casually sends it floating forward. The evil spirit, which had seemed so terrifying moments ago, instantly vanishes into oblivion.

The junior disciples: !!! Astonished, they wonder, Is this really our useless Little Martial Aunt, the one who hasn't even learned to fly on a sword?

A handsome young man in flowing white robes, his aura cool as a spring and radiant as the moon, rides the wind toward them. He sees the younger disciples with their clothes in disarray and furrows his brow.

"I sensed evil energy gathering here in Jingzhou, as if something unusual had happened. What happened?"

Lu Qingjue: "Seventh Senior Brother, you're finally here! I was so scared. You didn't see how vicious that evil spirit looked. It was terrifying!"

The junior disciples: "What do you mean, scared? You went 'ha!' and sent it flying into oblivion!"

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