i Qingdai opened a search browser and typed in "Platinum Entertainnt."
In an instant, Platinum Entertainnt’s official website popped up.
As one of the leading entertainnt companies in the industry, Platinum Entertainnt was lavish and opulent, with its website boasting a high-end and stylish design.
She clicked on the section for artists under their label.
All the signed artists of Platinum Entertainnt appeared in artistic portraits.
At the top of the list was the Grand Slam Best Actress Zhou Qing, who had grown alongside Platinum Entertainnt and transitioned into a capital entity with significant influence within the company.
Next was a popular actor, Chen Shucheng, known for starring in hit dramas and having trendous popularity.
Third was a familiar photo—a current leading female celebrity in the entertainnt industry. She had successfully transford from a supermodel to an actress and was nearly an A-list star, constantly dominating discussions and trends.
Qiao Wan.
i Qingdai’s breath hitched.
She rembered the WeChat profile picture labeled "NANA" in Yu Fuce’s WeChat—it was the sa overused artistic portrait seen online.
It turned out to be none other than Qiao Wan herself.
i Qingdai regained her composure and laughed bitterly in anger.
She clicked on Qiao Wan’s personal profile, which laid bare everything clearly.
Born on January 28, 1999.
"Yu Fuce, you certainly know how to play the ga."
Qiao Wan debuted five years ago, and Yu Fuce acquired Platinum Entertainnt five years ago. So, they had been involved since then.
i Qingdai’s gaze fell on the phone charging beside her; she powered it on.
This phone held all of his romantic history with Qiao Wan, preserving their complete chat logs.
As she read through those sweet nothings, she couldn’t imagine Yu Fuce saying such words.
It beca clear—there’s a stark difference between loving and not loving.
Five years ago, while he was lost in the throes of love with Qiao Wan, she was enduring fertility treatnts, with her stomach covered in injection marks, gaining weight due to hormone effects. What had he said then? That her weight disgusted him.
Four years ago, while he was indulging on a cruise with Qiao Wan, she had miscarried a child that had taken imnse effort to conceive. She spiraled into guilt, insomnia, hair loss, and countless sleepless nights.
Her phone’s photo album was packed full of their intimate pictures. That woman nestled in his arms, her face radiating uncontrollable, blissful happiness.
Yu Fuce—a man who always treated her coldly—now held this woman as if she were the love he wanted to protect for life.
There were far too many photos, increasingly explicit ones included. Yu Fuce, that repulsive man, flaunted his behavior without restraint.
i Qingdai recalled the past while looking at those affectionate couple photos and could no longer bear it. She let out a scream, sweeping all the docunts and property deeds off the table, sending papers flying everywhere.
"Yu Fuce, you’ve gone too far!"
"Aaaaaahhh...!" i Qingdai broke down into bitter sobs, her composure shattered, utterly disheveled.
"I hate you."
She clenched her phone tightly, her tear-filled eyes brimming with an intense hatred that pierced the bone.
"You and that whore deserve to die!"
And that old hag who enabled Yu Fuce—you all deserve to die!
——
The film *"The Laughing Jianghu"* premiered on New Year’s Day. Among a slew of low-budget cody films, *"The Laughing Jianghu"* stood out with its stellar martial arts scenes and gripping storyline, achieving a steady rise in daily box office numbers against all odds.
With seven days of the Spring Festival holiday now over, *"The Laughing Jianghu"* completed its turnaround in both reputation and box office revenue, becoming the biggest winner of the holiday season.
Director Cen Shu successfully made a coback, retaining the aura of a renowned director; actors might scramble for a spot in his next film.
The film’s leading cast mbers all reaped substantial benefits.
Ru Caiying, with her outstanding performance, compensated for her age-related limitations and brought her role to life effortlessly. Her first leading role bore the fruits of acclaim in both box office returns and public awards, ensuring her triumphant coback.
anwhile, newcors Pu Yutai and Luuo Yunqi, along with Qi Baotan, skyrocketed to fa overnight, becoming frequent appearances on trending topics and solidifying their positions in the entertainnt industry.
The film’s box office success benefitted Other Shore Entertainnt’s three signed artists imnsely. Not to ntion, as one of the movie’s investors, Other Shore Entertainnt earned a fortune, making Zhao Heng smile nonstop these past few days.
"Boss, my instincts were spot on. I told you this film would blow up!"
Shen You’an picked up a fashion magazine lying on the desk. Its cover featured a woman in a striking red dress, with bold and exaggerated makeup that amplified her exquisite face and stylish aura, imdiately capturing attention.
Noticing her stare at the cover girl, Zhao Heng chuckled and said, "That’s Qiao Wan—currently the hottest female celebrity in the entertainnt industry. My goal is to turn Qi Baotan into the next Qiao Wan—or better yet, even more famous than Qiao Wan."
Shen You’an’s gaze deepened, "Do I look like her?"
More than once, strangers had mistaken her for Qiao Wan.
Zhao Heng froze for a mont before quickly waving his hands. "No way... Boss, you’re way better-looking than Qiao Wan... But."
Shifting his tone, Zhao Heng scrutinized Shen You’an’s figure and deanor. "You two do have similar body shapes and vibes...."
If the boss covered her face and walked down the street, people would definitely mistake her for Qiao Wan.
But Qiao Wan exuded a stardom crafted by packaging, incomparable to the boss’s natural charisma.
"I t Qiao Wan once backstage at a fashion event. Her temper was atrocious. Her rise to fa was largely thanks to her powerful benefactor’s full support."
Though her natural attributes were indeed praiseworthy, countless stunning won with model figures remained unknown nationwide—why did luck favor her?
Shen You’an arched an eyebrow. "Benefactor?"
Zhao Heng coughed awkwardly, furtively glancing around before leaning closer and lowering his voice. "I heard—just heard, mind you—that Qiao Wan has a highly secretive benefactor with imnse influence. In this industry, no one dares to cross Qiao Wan because anyone who does ends up erased from the circle. I even warn our newbies to steer clear of her; we can’t afford to provoke her."
Shen You’an curved her lips slightly. "No need."
Zhao Heng paused, looking up at Shen You’an in confusion.
Why did the boss seem even more stunning all of a sudden? If she entered the industry, there’d be no room left for Qiao Wan to shine. Her beauty and presence would crush Qiao Wan effortlessly.
"No need for what?"
"No need to avoid her. If provoked, so be it."
Shen You’an lowered her gaze and murmured softly, "It’s ti."
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