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[Entretenimento + queridinha do grupo + identidades secretas + satisfação e vingança contra os vilões + tapa na cara] Ao atravessar para dentro de um livro, a antiga estrela feminina do topo, Su Nianx
In early summer, in City S.
The afternoon sun filtered through snow-white gauze curtains, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow across the living room floor.
On the sofa, a girl in white loungewear lounged lazily sunk into the cushions, half-lidded eyes lifting as she stretched with careless ease.
With that movement, a strip of her pale, slender waist was briefly revealed.
So dazzling it almost hurt to look at.
On the coffee table beside her, her phone was carrying an outraged male voice: “Su Nianxi! You’re absolutely disgusting. You think buying a few joint publicity posts means you can force me to accept this engagement? Dream on!”
At such melodramatic lines, the girl on the sofa tipped up her chin slightly and asked with languid politeness, “And you are?”
“Fine, fine. So now you’re pretending not to know me?” Hearing her answer, the man on the other end grew even angrier. Panting with fury, he snapped, “Let me tell you, Su Nianxi, once the old man’s eightieth birthday is over, I will immediately break off our engagement—”
Beep, beep...
Before he could finish, Su Nianxi reached out and ended the call with a tap.
What a mad dog, barking at the drop of a hat.
She tossed the phone carelessly onto the sofa, got to her feet, and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling mirror not far away.
As she approached, a breathtakingly beautiful girl appeared in the mirror: lashes slightly curled, a pair of dark eyes clear and calm, lips a vivid red that made her skin look even paler and more translucent. Her ink