In the glittering, marble-clad hall of what appears to be a high-society gala—perhaps the Fu Group’s annual soirée—the air hums with champagne bubbles and unspo

In a lavishly appointed living room—where gilded moldings whisper of old money and a floral tapestry hangs like a silent witness—the tension between two figures

In a gilded cage of marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and velvet-draped silence, two women stand like opposing generals on a battlefield no one else dares to

In the gilded corridors of high society, where every glance is a calculated move and every smile conceals a strategy, (Dubbed) The Real Heiress's Little Game un

In a gilded drawing room where crystal chandeliers drip light like liquid gold and Persian rugs whisper forgotten dynasties, a family meeting unfolds—not with t

In the opulent, marble-clad hall of what appears to be a high-society welcome banquet—complete with a grand chandelier, bilingual banners reading ‘Fu Group’s Mr

In the opulent, marble-clad atrium of what appears to be a high-society gala—complete with chandeliers, twin staircases draped in crimson, and guests dressed li

In the hushed, sun-dappled lobby of what appears to be a high-end corporate headquarters—or perhaps a private estate masquerading as one—the air is thick with u

In the opening frames of *Kill Me On New Year's Eve*, the atmosphere is deceptively warm—festive red Chinese knots hang like silent omens above a modern dining

In the glittering world of high-society galas, where every glance is a calculated move and every accessory a silent declaration of lineage, (Dubbed) The Real He

In a modern, softly lit living room adorned with festive red Chinese knots and twinkling fairy lights—symbols of celebration clashing violently with the scene’s

The chandelier—oh, that chandelier—hung like a frozen storm above the marble floor, crystal teardrops trembling with every footfall, every whispered judgment. I