Rain Chen Zhenzhen

[Entertainment Industry + Strong Female Lead + Refreshing Story + Hidden Identity]
The Young Sect Master of the Tang Sect, Tang Shu, who was skilled in Poison Techniques and Hidden Weapons, had transmigrated and became an 18th-tier newbie, debuting as a supporting actress.
After a variety show aired:
Haters: "I actually think Tang Shu is kind of cute. Is there something wrong with me?"
When the National Mechanical Engineering Research Institute announced: Miss Tang is our key-appointed research consultant.
Haters: "What????"
When an authoritative Chinese medicine expert revealed during an interview: The development of a new type of medicine owes much to Tang Shu.
Haters: "Isn't this just too coincidental?"
When the Porcelain Restoration Department openly stated: No one surpasses Tang Shu in the fields of porcelain restoration and calligraphy and painting.
Haters: "Is this white lotus getting a bit too intoxicating?"
When a Weibo big V with millions of fans accidentally revealed her face during a live broadcast...
The haters all declared that their minds were blown!
***
Jing Yu, the favored son of heaven, had always had an iron grip and a successful career until— he met Tang Shu.
Inside the cinema, after watching four or five movies in a row, he realized the person sitting next to him hadn't changed, enjoying the popcorn with great relish.
Jing Yu's throat moved slightly; this woman was flirting with him.
Facing each other in a coffee shop, she casually pulled out a double-sided straw and placed it in her cup.
Jing Yu's eyes tinted red; this woman was definitely flirting with him!

The Martial Artist Turned Movie Mogul

Master Bai's command reverberated with great vigor.


The resonant voice reached Bai Chenxi's ears, and he immediately pushed open the door and took a step back to clear the spot where he had just been standing.


A small face turned rosy with excitement; her eyes blinked excitedly, full of the thrill of anticipation, almost shining with the words "Come in quickly; I want to see their bewildered faces."


Grinning at misfortune without considering the repercussions, did you even think about the elderly's capacity to handle this?


She twitched the corner of her mouth, removed the black baseball cap from her head to reveal her black hair, and stepped in.


Inside the President's Office, everyone was eagerly looking toward the door, still picturing various images of Mr. She and his much anticipated entrance.


Was he a middle-aged junior in his forties or fifties, or a contemporaneous person in his sixties or seventies with graying hair?


The 722. speaks nothing of martial morality.