This story lets loose. It's not a perfect love story. ENTP Demon King gong x INTP celebrity shou. Updates irregularly.
This is a dark story, and the hatred between the two women is through the roof. Their love is twisted. They are not related by blood.
The glittering excess of Upper East Side life is an Eden many people will never enter in their lifetime. Everyone knows how the Song family of the Upper East Side, once the greatest of the four families, has gradually fallen into decline, shivering like weeds in the cold wind. There are scandalous affairs between siblings, a fake heiress entering the entertainment industry, and only the illegitimate daughter has risen to the top. In her flowing red dresses, she moves among all kinds of balls, seen by outsiders as a clinging vine and known throughout the Upper East Side as a social butterfly.
Onstage, Song Yuli is a defiant wild rose of unparalleled beauty. Yet from childhood on, the love letters she received would mysteriously end up in the trash, and the boys who pursued her would quietly disappear within a month. If some male star tried to use her for publicity, he would be blacklisted a week later. If a female star tried to stage a fake romance with her, she would vanish from public view entirely.
The lights in the villa flickered like Song Yuli's tipsy eyes. Her bottomless desire stretched into a range of endless black mountains, steep and jagged. The bright lipstick, cruelly rubbed away by a fingertip for amusement, left a clownish smear beside her lips. Song Tangzhi curled her fingers and idly brushed them over her lips, staining them with Song Yuli's red. Behind Song Tangzhi, the shattered mirror cracked open like a cocoon, reflecting her frailer figure trembling slightly, even more slender than Song Yuli's.
Years of rivalry concealed too much that could never be spoken. At the funeral, everyone stood solemnly in the rain, harboring their own designs. Only Song Tangzhi held a black umbrella over Song Yuli. When the fake heiress's identity was exposed, and everyone watched with malice and mockery, Song Tangzhi still smiled as she ordered the servants to shut the doors. The bodyguards tied everyone up, and she sprayed each of their eyes with Song Tangzhi's luxury perfume.
