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I opened the car door and threw the keys to the Lamborghini to the doorman. The cold wind blew in, and I couldn't help but touch my prickly short hair. My cousin's location was posted ten minutes ago at Binhuang Nightclub. The bronze door opened, and the banner in the center of the hall was very eye-catching: [Double Twelve Carnival! Binhuang & Civil Affairs Bureau joint event - Proposal successful, get the certificate on the spot! The staff of the Civil Affairs Bureau were sitting behind a makeshift registration desk, with a steel seal and a red marriage certificate in front of them. My cousin leaned against the bar, saw me, and raised the glass in her hand. Just as I was about to walk over, a waitress suddenly rushed over and knelt down in front of me. It's Wu Shuang, the poor student I sponsored last semester.

Actress Lin Qingyue resigned from the role at the press conference: "I don't want to be held hostage by capital. Art is not a slave to money." Backstage, I was destitute and found the show's largest investor, Gu Huaian, with the intention of grabbing this life-saving straw. Gu Huaian pinched my chin, looked at my face that was very similar to Lin Qingyue, and sneered: "You want to act? Yes. Follow my arrangement, and I will let you be the next Lin Qingyue." I had no choice but to agree until Lin Qingyue returned to China. He said: "Qingyue is a little concerned about our relationship, you can go." I said: "Okay." But later I really got engaged to the person I loved, but his eyes turned red. "I don't believe it! You obviously love me so much, how could you fall in love with someone else so quickly!"