Chapter 70 - What If! [Independent Extra.]

Under the candy-pink glow of Shanghai's evening sky, the city hummed like a living kaleidoscope: neon dragons slithered across towering billboards, maglev trains sang their futuristic lullaby, and traffic LEDs winked in harmonious chaos. From the 48th-floor balcony of their penthouse, Gu Yangjin—"the Film Empress," as tabloids loved to call her—surveyed her domain with amused detachment. Tonight, she had agreed to a rare, unscripted Weibo Live broadcast, and her executive wife, Qiao Zhi, had insisted they make it "fun and human"—whatever that meant in celebrity-speak. Yangjin, draped in a silvery satin blouse that caught the city lights like liquid moonlight, tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the marble railing.