It was all arranged by Queen Qing’s bestie Lin Muxue, she even gave her a free top-tier spa voucher.

Now that they were on set, that aura around Queen Qing was even more obvious.

Confident, powerful, like she could do anything.

She was literally a queen straight out of an anime!

"Hehe, it’s okay." Xu Qing’s lips curved into a faint smile. "If you ever want to do more cameos later, just say the word."

"Thank you, Big Boss Qingqing! You are my god!"

Crisp was so excited her eyes were practically shining; she directly knelt up on the soft sofa booth.

She put her hands together and bowed solemnly to Xu Qing.

"Hey, no need to be so polite."

Soft, soothing jazz started playing in the air.

The two took a few sips of their drinks and nibbled on some delicate fruit and snacks.

Crisp finally couldn’t suppress the raging gossip fire in her heart. She leaned forward a little and cautiously asked, "So, um... Sister Qingqing, can I ask a kind of personal question?"

"Go ahead." Xu Qing swirled the cocktail in her glass with elegant ease, lazy and composed, like a female star about to sit down for an interview.

"It’s just... I... I’ve been following your ’serial’ in the group this whole time. I’m really way too curious—your ex, that super overbearing CEO guy, did you two really break up for good in the end?"

At the beginning, Crisp had actually been a fan of the male lead, totally obsessed with that cold, domineering yet deeply devoted CEO Xu Qing wrote about.

She’d always thought it was just a made‑up story, and only after meeting today did she realize it was all real.

Which meant that overbearing CEO really existed too.

It felt like the ongoing anime she was chasing had suddenly become real life.

And then there was that "male second lead," the one so perfect he could be called "the ideal man made flesh," who’d made her completely "switch sides" later on!

She couldn’t wait to know what they were really like in reality.

Miss Xu Qing froze for a split second when she heard that.

She didn’t answer directly. She just downed the wine in her glass in one go.

She let out a faint sigh, eyes drifting toward the brilliant night view of the bar, as if sinking into some complicated, bittersweet memory.

After a long moment, she finally said slowly, "Only kids talk about ’breaking up’. In our adult world, there’s only ’temporary parting’ and ’entanglements you can’t cut off or make sense of’..."

She once again achieved the highest realm of a cosplayer: complete immersion into the role of Xu Yanqing.

...

At the same time—

Two taxis pulled up in front of the Light Rail Livehouse.

Tang Song and the others got out one after another.

A bunch of young people had already gathered at the entrance to "guest star" in the shoot, most of them students from nearby universities.

Everyone was dressed trendy and stylish, buzzing with energy.

Wu Siqi was clearly very familiar with how things worked here; she led the three of them straight to a temporary check‑in table by the entrance like she owned the place.

"Hi, I’m Wu Siqi, an intern from the Film and Television Base. These are my friends I brought along."

The staff in charge of check‑in checked the list, then smilingly handed over four glow‑in‑the‑dark wristbands and a few drink coupons.

"Welcome, welcome! Wear the wristbands on your wrists, they’re your ’passes’ for tonight. You can use these coupons at the bar for unlimited refills on soft drinks and snacks. Starting at 7:20, there’ll also be a dedicated buffet."

"Nice, thanks!"

The group put on their wristbands and walked into the Livehouse.

Inside, it was already packed.

On stage, the band was in the middle of soundcheck; every now and then a distorted guitar riff rang out, drawing excited whistles from the crowd below.

Because they hadn’t arrived that early, the spots near the center of the stage were already taken.

Wu Siqi led them around and finally managed to snag a booth in a corner.

It was obviously Qian Lele’s first time in a place like this. She sat a bit stiffly on the edge of the sofa.

Her beautiful almond‑shaped eyes held a mix of curiosity and nerves as she took everything in.

Li Jingrong exclaimed from the heart, "This place is insanely nice! Feels way more professional than those Livehouses in the city! Your Film and Television Base is awesome!"

Wu Siqi let out a "hehe" and grinned. "It really is pretty badass."

Zhang Minghua took over smoothly, speaking with the tone of an insider. "This Film and Television Base has a background way more complicated than you’d think."

He paused, basking in the curious looks from the girls. "It was originally co‑founded by Handing Group and a cultural‑tourism group, tied to the entire southern district’s culture‑tourism plan—a key government project!

But later, when the real estate market went downhill, Handing Group’s capital chain had problems, so they sold off their shares.

I heard from a leader at my company that the new boss who took over is a top‑tier tycoon—he just dropped over a hundred million in cash on it..."

Hearing that, the girls all let out little gasps.

Wu Siqi’s eyes went wide. "No way, seriously? Our mystery boss is that impressive?!"

She was just an intern, and the highest‑up she’d ever met was her own supervisor. She knew nothing about the deeper background of the company.

"Of course it’s true. Plus, phases two and three are starting construction next year. I heard that tycoon’s going to keep investing—studios, hotels, the works..."

Zhang Minghua leaned back against the sofa, talking at ease, exuding a kind of laid‑back confidence that came from supposed "experience."

His gaze swept past Tang Song seemingly unintentionally.

To his disappointment, though, the other party had no particular reaction.

Tang Song just listened quietly, occasionally turning his head to murmur and laugh with Qian Lele beside him, apparently unimpressed by these "blockbuster insider scoops."

In reality, all of this was just half‑baked "inside info" he’d picked up from various dinner and drinking parties.