I Use My Strength to Dominate the Entertainment Industry

The kisses, the bedroom scenes, even that so-called accidental touch—they had all been deliberate. Lu Xianqing casually wrapped a towel […]

Qin Sizheng hadn’t expected him to respond so quickly, and he blushed at the teasing. Lu Xianqing looked at him,

Hu Chen’s temper was infamous in the industry. It was said that even Lu Xianqing gave him some leeway. Xu

When Qin Sizheng returned home, he was still buzzing with excitement. The moment he turned on his phone, he saw

Fake blood streamed into Qin Sizheng’s eyes, mixing with his tears until everything blurred together. The makeup artist rushed over

Qin Sizheng knew his acting skills were lacking, learning the lines by rote, so once Zhou Changjiang finished, he ducked

The chat was a chaotic blur of shouting and excitement. Qin Sizheng’s scalp tingled; he wanted to refuse but couldn’t

Qin Sizheng felt guilty. “Of course I know… it’s just… polite, I can’t exactly tell Director Zhou I don’t want

After finishing dinner, he still had no intention of leaving, switching between scripts and lines, delaying until nightfall. Qin Sizheng

Yao Jinwei bit down hard on her teeth. How could a camera have fallen there out of all places? She

This industry did not run on flattery and submission, but having good relationships never hurt. Not everyone had Lu Xianqing’s

An Ning knocked lightly before poking her head in. “Fourth Brother, finished eating? Time to go back for makeup.” Lu

Zhou Changjiang refused to take it lightly and asked repeatedly whether he was truly fine. Qin Sizheng even moved his

The morning scenes were all large ensemble shots. Zhou Changjiang’s expression had been unpleasant the entire time. What he hated

Qin Sizheng jerked his head up too abruptly. The lips that had been speaking against his ear brushed past in

“No, I will do it myself.” Qin Sizheng hurriedly stuck his hands under the running water, splashed them hastily, and

Suppressing his excitement, Qin Sizheng followed Lu Xianqing into the elevator. “Wait!” As the doors were closing, a voice called

“I saw it.” Not only had he seen it—he saw countless fans of the ‘real-life ship’ celebrating, saw his own

Ding Chenhai’s lips brushed against his nose, slowly descending, carrying his voice into Qin Sizheng’s mouth. “I want you, A-Jing.”

“Xing Xing-jie.” He Xing ground her teeth and let out a tirade. “If I could just jump off a plane,