This director is vindictive.

Countless people looked up at the "囍" (double happiness) fireworks gradually disappearing in the night sky, and the entire Olympic Sports Center erupted in thunderous applause that lasted for a long time.

The female celebrities sitting in the VIP area looked at Liu Yifei and her group with a gaze that was not only envious but also filled with undisguised jealousy—their nails were almost digging into their palms, and their teeth were grinding together.

"Why should I?" someone murmured, their voice filled with bitterness.

Many of the actresses who were contemporaries of the seven actresses looked silently at the man with a faint, indulgent smile on his face.

Yes, why? Why do they deserve a man like this? A man willing to spend hundreds of millions of dollars to create a dream wedding that the whole country will remember? Even though the wedding was packaged as a "Chinese wedding attire promotional video," everyone knew in their hearts—this was a romance that Chen Mo tailored specifically for the seven of them!

Starting with Jing Tian's "The Phoenix Brings Auspiciousness"—that wedding was based on traditional Chinese wedding ceremonies, and Chen Mo spared no expense to replicate and recreate the classical formal wedding ceremony, thus establishing his status as the empress!
Zhao Liying's "Flying Immortal with a Sword" brings together all the realms of the universe, a massive collaboration of online novel IPs!
Let those legendary characters from novels that are familiar to everyone send their blessings to her wedding!

Then there's Yang Mi's "Space Odyssey," which even went so far as to use a movie called "The Heartbroken" as a promotional tool, making it seem as if Yang Mi from every timeline could be there and see what her future self's happiness would look like!
Then there's Zhang Yuqi's dreamlike "Ocean Wedding," which takes the dream to the extreme, creating a truly magical ocean wedding with the most luxurious underwater hotel!

Gao Yuanyuan's "Qipao Wedding" is a flowing poem of time—Chen Mo collected all the qipao styles from her film and television dramas, and had embroiderers recreate them using nano-threads, so that each piece can change its pattern according to body temperature. The wedding venue was decorated like an old Shanghai film set, incorporating spy elements, making the entire wedding promotional video like a blockbuster movie.

In Fan Binbin's "The Empress's Wedding," he even went so far as to perform a foot-washing ceremony for her and make him humble himself to marry her.
Finally, Liu Yifei's "Dream Back in Light and Shadow" can be considered the ultimate presentation of Chen Mo's romance—not only did he use special effects to travel through all her classic roles, but he also went so far as to not spare even the on-screen couples: the actors who played Murong Fu and Duan Yu were forced to offer their blessings, and Hu Ge, who played Li Xiaoyao, watched helplessly as "Ling'er" was kidnapped.
Every wedding is an extravagantly romantic affair, and every detail is a tribute to their acting careers—Chen Mo uses this almost obsessive sense of ritual to tell everyone that even if he cannot give them a lifelong, monogamous relationship in the conventional sense, he can give them a grand love that is more luxurious than marriage and will be remembered by history.

It's fate! Why can't I have this kind of luck?

The female celebrities in the audience stared at the seven people under the spotlight, their eyes practically spitting fire with jealousy.

They unconsciously touched their faces—wasn't she beautiful enough? Was her chest big enough? Were her legs long enough? Then they looked at the "husbands" beside them and suddenly felt utterly bored.

Chen Mo openly flaunts his love with seven women, spending hundreds of millions of yuan from their wedding to his retirement ceremony without batting an eye.

And what about my own partner? He might get photographed by paparazzi tomorrow hugging a young model at a club.

Love in the entertainment industry?

Ha, there are no fairy tales.

Chen Mo is a scumbag, with seven women right there. Who doesn't know he's a womanizer?

But he was shamelessly scumbag, giving her all the titles, pomp, and resources she deserved.

Those male celebrities who claim to "only love you" might actually be keeping several mistresses behind the scenes.

These days, men like Chen Mo, who are both scumbags and responsible, are rarer than pandas.

The female celebrities in the audience, with tears in their eyes, thought: Why can't I meet a man like that? If I could be openly pampered, why would I want to be a mistress who can't be seen in the light of day?

Looking at the frozen image.
This isn't an advertisement; it's clearly a declaration to the world: they are the proudest honor of his life!

"How ironic..."

A female celebrity who considers herself a "wealthy wife" suddenly sneered: "We desperately want to marry into a wealthy family, but they don't even need to get a marriage certificate to get the kind of treatment we could only dream of in our entire lives."

Her best friend, who was staring intently at the replay of the kissing scene on the big screen, suddenly had tears in her eyes: "No, what we're jealous of isn't the wedding, but the man's dedication to 'making up for all their regrets'."

Yes, love in the entertainment industry has always been cheap, but Chen Mo used seven weddings to tell everyone that their youth deserves the grandest farewell!
The applause continued, and the "囍" character in the night sky finally dissipated as starlight.
The lights of the Olympic Sports Center came back on. On stage, the seven leading ladies stood side by side, with holographic projections behind them displaying silhouettes of classic roles from their acting careers—from naivety to maturity, from girl to queen, each frame a footnote to an era.

Suddenly, the most prominent screens throughout Tianjin were all simultaneously displaying the premiere ceremony.

Liu Yifei stood in the center of the stage, her slender fingers tightly gripping the white jade microphone.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, and glistening tears shimmered under the spotlight like morning dew on flower petals.

She tilted her head slightly, letting the light fall on her delicate face, her throat bobbing gently, her voice tinged with a distinct sob:
Twenty-three years ago

Her gaze drifted into the distance, as if she had traveled through time to see that girl in a Western-style dress: "On the set of The Story of a Noble Family, Bai Xiuzhu's tears fell one by one onto the floor, and no one knew how to cherish them back then."

She suddenly turned her gaze to the sea of ​​crimson lights burning like flames below the stage, a gentle smile curving her lips: "But twenty-three years from now, it's you—"

Her voice suddenly rose: "It was you who paved the brightest path home for me with your twinkling lights!"

"These years"

Her tears finally fell: "I've played the Fairy Sister, the Little Dragon Girl, and so many people's dream girl."

She suddenly removed the priceless white jade hairpin from her hair, letting her long, black hair cascade down: "But tonight, in front of you—"

She brought the microphone to her lips, her voice so soft it was as if she were afraid of waking someone from a beautiful dream: "I just want to be the 'Sissi' you all first met."

The next second, the entire stadium erupted in a deafening roar. The sea of ​​crimson lights surged wildly as fans shouted at the top of their lungs, "The white moonlight will never fade!"

Some people held up light boards with stills from the TV series "The Story of a Noble Family" from twenty years ago, showing a young Bai Xiuzhu shedding tears; many more waved specially made glow sticks, spelling out the four characters "Xixi is home" in the audience.

Watching all this, Liu Yifei suddenly crouched down and hugged her knees, like a child who had been lost for years and finally found her way home. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and suppressed sobs came through the microphone. At that moment, the big screen gave a close-up—her tears falling to the ground landed precisely on a projector lamp, refracting a rainbow of light, as if stamping this grand confession with the most precious postmark.

Chen Mo stepped forward and took her hand, and she silently bowed to the scene.

Then, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she turned and left.

Countless of Liu Yifei's fans in the audience were in tears.

Despite their reluctance, they remained silent, watching her departing figure in quiet contemplation.

The stage lights changed, and Zhao Liying came to the center of the stage. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, but couldn't help but smile.

Her sparkly costume was particularly eye-catching, with the words "Counterattack" shining brightly under the spotlight on her chest.

"Do you remember the roles I played when I first started out?" She suddenly turned around and pointed to a still from the TV series "Golden Wedding" on the big screen. This photo is probably one of her most widely circulated photos. In the photo, she has two braids and is wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket, looking exactly like a country girl.

"Back then, everyone called me 'country bumpkin' or 'village girl'."

A chorus of boos immediately erupted from the audience, and her fans excitedly waved glow sticks in protest.

Zhao Liying smiled and waved her hand, continuing, "You've all been with me all this way, watching me play each role, like leveling up in a video game—from the little palace maid in 'Legend of Lu Zhen' to the sect leader in 'The Journey of Flower'."

At this point, she suddenly winked playfully at the audience and made a fist with her right hand in a gesture of encouragement: "So next time, if anyone dares to call me 'uncool'..."

She paused deliberately, and a deafening response erupted from the audience:

"We'll crush him!!!" Tens of thousands of fans inside and outside the venue shouted in unison, their voices so loud they almost lifted the roof off.

Zhao Liying was amused by the fans' enthusiasm and laughed out loud. She gently patted her chest, pretending to be startled: "Oh dear, so fierce? But..."

Her expression suddenly turned serious: "I love you guys so much!"

She walked to the edge of the stage, bent down and took the support item handed to her by a fan in the front row—a handmade floral doll, modeled after Xue Shanshan, the character she played in "Boss & Me".

Zhao Liying rubbed the plush toy against her cheek, her eyes reddening again: "Look, even being 'rustic' is cute, this is my style!"

The big screen then displayed a montage of her stills from over the years: from a rustic country girl to a modern woman on a fashion magazine cover, culminating in an elegant and captivating red carpet photo of her receiving the Magnolia Award. The melody of "Flying Against the Light" played perfectly in the background, and the entire audience spontaneously hummed along.

As she put down the microphone and turned around, tears streamed down her face.

As the lights dimmed, the other fans fell silent, but the area where Zhao Liying's fans were located was lit up with their own lights.

Piecing together tiny sparks of firefly light.

The spotlight shone on the stage once again, and Yang Mi gracefully walked onto the stage in high heels.

Today, she unusually didn't wear a formal dress, but instead wore a spoof T-shirt that read "I am Guo Xiang" and paired it with ripped jeans—this outfit was exactly like the spirited Little Evil from the film set back then.

"Tsk, don't laugh!"

She rolled her eyes at the jeering audience, poked at the cartoonish Guo Xiang image on her T-shirt, and said, "Some people say this girl is the most spirited character I've ever played." Suddenly, she lowered her voice and imitated a hater's tone: "After all, your later acting skills...tsk tsk tsk—"

The audience burst into laughter, and some fans waved signs that read "Yummy, we will always love you."

Yang Mi suddenly turned around and pointed at the big screen, which was playing the famous scene from "The Return of the Condor Heroes" where Guo Xiang cried like a baby while looking at Yang Guo's back: "Look! Those tears! Those micro-expressions! How many young actresses in the entertainment industry could I beat at sixteen years old?"

She suddenly tucked the microphone under her arm and gestured with her hands as if she were tying her hair in a ponytail back then: "Back then, I didn't even have an assistant, and I would get up at four o'clock every day to comb my own hair. Now? I have a whole team of people, but I don't even have time to comb my own hair anymore!"

The audience laughed even harder. Yang Mi suddenly stopped joking and pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket: "Ten years ago at the Golden Eagle Awards, I said I wanted to be a People's Artist."

She unfolded the note, on which was drawn a crooked little golden figure. "And the result?"

The big screen suddenly cut to a montage of her filming projects over the years—her exaggerated screams in "Tiny Times," her disastrous lines in "The Interpreter," and her hairline that was ridiculed by everyone in "Eternal Love." Finally, it froze on a screenshot of an interview she did last year, where the reporter asked her, "How do you view the criticism of your acting skills?" She rolled her eyes and said, "An actor can never please everyone."

"Clap clap clap!"

Yang Mi suddenly started clapping loudly, her smile more like a grimace: "Let's give a round of applause to the most inspirational chicken soup in the entertainment industry—from the spirited Guo Xiang to the queen of bad movies!"

She bent over in an exaggerated bow, and when she looked up, her eyes were already red: "I'm sorry, Little Eastern Heretic, the wish you made to the fireworks back then... I couldn't fulfill it."

The entire venue suddenly fell silent, with only a few longtime fans sobbing. Yang Mi folded the crumpled "little golden man" into a paper airplane and breathed on it: "But..."

The paper airplane flew towards the audience, and as she turned around, seven large characters were prominently written on the back of her denim jacket: "This is me, Yang Mi!"

Yang Mi's self-deprecating farewell may also be a release of all the resentment she has accumulated over the years.

Or rather, she was finally able to vent her anger.

If the previous three farewells were all tear-jerking moments for fans, then Zhang Yuqi's farewell was a completely different story.

Zhang Yuqi, carrying a brightly colored toy tiger-head cannon, charged onto the stage with a fierce and imposing expression.

The cannon was ridiculously oversized, with a glow stick dangling from its tiger mouth—it looked like a prop stolen from a children's theater. She stomped one foot on the speaker and yelled at the top of her lungs, "Just checking my phone backstage, heard my unlucky fans are all 'tiger' tonight, right? Fine! Before I leave, I'll give you some heartfelt honesty—"

Suddenly, he slammed the toy cannon to the ground, and it exploded with a "bang," sending colorful ribbons flying everywhere.

She grabbed a piece of food that floated to her mouth, spat it out, and rolled up her sleeves to reveal a tiger paw print from a temporary tattoo: "If you get bullied outside in the future, no matter who the other party is, just stand up straight and shout—'I, Zhang Yuqi, am one of them!'"

She then broke into laughter, saying, "Anyway, I'm not going to be in this industry anymore, so I can just wave this tiger skin flag around however I want!"

The "cute tiger" formation below the stage instantly erupted in excitement.

Some fans bit their light sticks and imitated a tiger's roar, while some girls wore tiger-head hats backwards, revealing two braids. The most amazing thing was that several burly men in the front row suddenly lifted their jackets—the T-shirts inside were printed with the classic image of Zhang Yuqi smashing a bag at paparazzi on the street, along with the five big, golden characters "Sister Qi, the Socialite".

"May our lineage live on forever!"

Someone let out a howl, and the entire formation suddenly sprawled on the ground in a fierce roll, revealing their backs as they stood up – all covered with fluorescent stickers that read "Tiger Battalion, Personnel No. X".

This move completely baffled the entire audience.

Goodness, I've seen crazy fans before, but I've never seen anyone this audacious!
It's true that idols attract fans!
When it was Gao Yuanyuan's turn, she walked gracefully onto the stage, carrying a lantern in her hand, still as serene as ever.

Gao Yuanyuan gently stroked the warm "home" character on the lantern, a soft smile curving her lips.

Her fingertips lingered between the strokes of her pen, as if she were gently stroking the corner of the blankets that children had tucked in before going to sleep.

"People always say my 'family' is too quiet."

She suddenly looked up, tears welling in her eyes, but her voice carried a resolute warmth, "But I know perfectly well—other people's fans are like fireworks crackling in the night sky, but my 'family reunion'..."

She suddenly raised the lantern, the warm yellow light reddening the tip of her nose. The nine-fold circular array on the backdrop began to rotate, and the silk lanterns imprinted with the silhouette of a starfruit wedding dress now reflected countless figures holding up their phone flashlights—no screams, no banners, just quiet lights.

"It's white porridge simmering on the stove in winter!"

Gao Yuanyuan burst out laughing, but her tears fell onto the blue and white porcelain pattern on the lantern.

"They stay up all night without a sound, but when you come home, your body ice-cold—"

She suddenly tilted the lantern towards the audience, and dozens of notes floated out, each saying, "Remember to wear a sweater!"

The big screen captured fans in the front row wiping away tears.

They weren't wearing their support colors or carrying light sticks; they just held up their thermos cups in unison—the cups had the name "Jia Yuan" (meaning "family reunion") on them.

Unscrew the lid; inside is goji berry and ginger tea.

Gao Yuanyuan hugged the lantern to her chest, laughing so hard her shoulders shook: "See? Even saying goodbye makes you worry about my joint pain. Besides my own mother, it's only you guys who care!"

She suddenly bent down and bowed deeply, her hair falling down and brushing against the lantern.

"later."

A sob mingled with sniffles: "Even if we bump into each other at the market, we should greet each other like old neighbors!"

When Fan Binbin walked onto the stage, many female celebrities couldn't help but purse their lips.

This was her second farewell.

Fan Binbin didn't wear a dragon robe this time, nor did he have any special attire; he was just dressed in simple casual clothes.

"Actually, I didn't want to come up here. After all, I've already turned down a job once, but since the popsicles are here, I'll open for business again!"
Some might ask, how can Fan Binbin retire from the entertainment industry a second time?
But I want to say, so what?

However, one or two times is acceptable, but three times is not. After all, there have been emperors in history who abdicated and restored their thrones, but there have never been emperors who abdicated and restored their thrones repeatedly.

She suddenly raised her chin arrogantly: "I abdicate not because I lost, but because I've won enough."

Then he suddenly pulled out a folding fan and opened it!

It says: "I don't care about the future, I just want a regretless ending? Bah, I'll write my own ending!"

The fan's golden cloak was lifted in response, revealing a holographic dragon robe, and she laughed and left amidst shouts of "Long live!"

Many people couldn't help but laugh.

At this moment, the large screen switched again, displaying a photograph of Chen Mo carrying Jing Tian on his back on their way home.

This photo was reprinted by countless media outlets back then.

Jing Tian stared at Chen Mo's back on the big screen as he carried her, then suddenly turned around and bowed to the audience: "The Empress? No, I'm just the most willful female protagonist in his story."

She pointed to the sky: "The first snow has stopped, but the starlight from the 'ice cream cones' is enough for me to use for a lifetime."

The entire stadium was simultaneously showered with blue and pink snowflakes, instantly engulfing the Olympic Sports Center in a dreamlike stardust.

The seven women walked hand in hand to the center of the stage, with a giant screen behind them playing a montage—from "The Story of a Noble Family" to "Dream of Light and Shadow," from ancient alleyways with blue bricks to a torrent of seven colors. They simultaneously pressed their handprints, causing the stage floor tiles to crack and seven crystal tablets to rise, each engraved with their representative works and messages from fans.

“Goodbye means I’ll be your ‘white moonlight,’ ‘comeback queen,’ and ‘hard-working mom’ in a different way.” Yang Mi raised an eyebrow.

“—‘Retired Queen’, ‘Tiger Overlord’, ‘Housekeeper’.” Zhang Yuqi picked up the joke.

Liu Yifei softly concluded: "And the eternal Empress."

The seven spotlights suddenly converged, and their figures gradually became transparent within the crystal monument. All the lights went out, except for the seven-colored light boards of the fan contingent, which continued to flicker, forming the final message:

"The play may end, but the light remains." (End of Chapter)