Cen Yingshuang, the entertainment industry’s beloved darling, had it all—a Best Actress mother, a flawless debut, and no shady rules in her path.
Then fate struck. Overnight, her family fell, and so did she. Contracts cut, roles stolen, her glory seemed over.
Until everything reversed. Deals renewed, stolen roles returned, offers flooding in.
The industry whispered: Forget showbiz—no one dares cross the man behind her.
He Yuzhou, Hong Kong’s most powerful tycoon, first saw her in his cousin’s paintings—barefoot in a garden, floral dress, biting a red apple. The more forbidden she seemed, the more he wanted her.
One day, she stormed into his office.
“Did you replace the male lead?”
“If I didn’t,” he said, eyes sharp, “should I wait for you to replace me instead?”
Fear flickered. She sat on his lap, obedient, accepting his kiss—fist clenched.
Replace him? She wouldn’t dare.
But she wished, one day, he’d replace her.
Because from beginning to end—she had never chosen him.
