Superstar, Grab the Red Envelopes!

Qin Weiwan thinks life's three great pleasures are acting, eating delicious food, and grabbing red envelopes. They have nothing to do with the System that suddenly appeared. In a word, it's useless.

But the System promptly threw away its dignity, tempting her to do tasks with red envelopes. After all that hard work, the envelopes would end up on someone else's body.

Grab, tap, and... wait, why are the tangible red envelopes always hanging on some guy's chest or stuck to some man's firm backside? And why is it always the same guy?

For the first time in his life, the man had his chest and butt groped in public. Facing the shocked, gossip-hungry looks of reporters and spectators, his eyes darkened. "Could you be more subtle? I don't think you're subtle at all. I'll give you two choices: either sleep your way to the top, or take responsibility!"

Lan Qilun had never felt so aggrieved. A minor star had groped his chest and butt, flirted with him, then refused to own up to it. Furious, he could only focus on his career to relieve the pressure.

Wait, who's that? Isn't she the minor star who flirted with me and then denied it? Why is she everywhere?

To earn red envelopes and satisfy her urge to grab things, Qin Weiwan was giving it her all. But what was that same guy always popping up for? Was he flirting with her? Wait, why was the film emperor so free?

No red envelopes, but you still want to flirt with a girl? Where do you get the nerve?