Synopsis:
Wu Man has been in the industry for many years and has three rules— Camera angles for kiss scenes, body doubles for revealing scenes, and no bed scenes. After all, the tycoon behind her is extremely paranoid and psychotic. No one dares to offend him. "Who dares to touch my things?" He nonchalantly toys with her hair, suddenly pulling it hard, as if teasing a nightingale. She does not even knit her brows, long since accustomed to it. Wu Man thought that until her acting career ended, she would keep her on-screen first kiss. Until she took on a new film where the male lead was the newly emerged Best Actor, Zhui Ye. Twenty years old, standing at the pinnacle of high society, he kisses his trophy; a youth of wild arrogance and high spirits. During a certain scene, she was supposed to do a fake kiss with him according to the script. The moment their lips hovered over each other, Zhui Ye suddenly grabbed the back of her neck and leaned in to cover them—like a cheetah pouncing on a soft field of wheat. She became the trophy in his hands, deeply kissed with his cherished devotion. "Sister, leave him and be my accomplice." He whispered temptingly in her ear. She had experienced pain, violence, and control. The only thing she had never experienced was being loved. Until she looked at him, and a cherry blossom petal fell onto her eyelid. The surroundings suddenly went pitch black, yet she knew her spring night had arrived.
The tycoon's pet nightingale x The rebellious wandering butterfly Older woman/younger man, stealing a lover / The tycoon is psychotic, a constant field of bitter conflict.
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