The moment Su Cheng's farewell V-blog went live, his so-called "girlfriends" across the entertainment industry froze.
They hadn't expected him to be so decisive—to openly throw their names into the fire like that.
But deep down, they couldn't deny the truth in his words.
They were the ones who had pursued him. They had taken the initiative. From the very beginning, it was them who tried every trick in the book to get close to Su Cheng.
And since becoming involved with him, they had benefited immensely—from roles and endorsements to visibility and popularity.
So none of them actually wanted to leave him.
Even knowing he had other women, they still stuck around. Why?
Because being with Su Cheng meant value. Influence. A fast-track to success.
So why did they accuse him now?
Just as Su Cheng had guessed, they had been forced.
Their social accounts were all controlled by their agencies. Even if they refused to speak out, their companies would do it for them—using their names, their platforms, their faces.
In the end, Su Cheng would be blocked no matter what.
That was the reality of the industry.
It would never tolerate a superstar like Su Cheng—one who refused to obey, who didn't bow to the system.
And it wasn't just the local companies conspiring.
Even the major players from Hong Kong City, Bay City, and the state-backed film studios under the General Administration had united to crush him.
To survive, these women had no choice.
They didn't even dare to warn him beforehand.
Because if they did, they'd be dragged down with him.
Accused of moral corruption. Blacklisted. Forgotten.
Even if they tried to protect him, it would have made no difference.
Su Cheng would still be erased.
But none of that mattered to Su Cheng anymore.
He felt no guilt.
He hadn't wronged them.
On the contrary, it was thanks to him that they'd reached such dizzying heights of fame. His popularity, his status, his fanbase—all of it had grown alongside those relationships.
And now?
He had walked away.
Completely.
From this moment on, whatever happened in the domestic entertainment industry had nothing to do with him.
Let them scramble for roles and fame.
He was headed to Hollywood.
And in America, things were different.
There, people valued freedom. As long as he didn't break the law, no one could touch him.
Of course, he also needed the strength to back himself up.
If he wanted to stand tall overseas, he couldn't just rely on charm or face. He had to dominate.
Otherwise, he'd end up begging for scraps—and Su Cheng had never been the begging type.
One week later.
Su Cheng had finished tying up all his affairs in Xia.
He made sure Da Tiantian and Yingbao were taken care of. He reassured them, gave them guidance, and ensured they'd be fine in his absence.
Then, without looking back, he boarded his flight to the United States.
At the same time, the domestic entertainment industry made their final move: full blockade.
Every show, film, and song associated with Su Cheng was removed from shelves. His name was scrubbed clean.
But Su Cheng didn't care.
The loss meant nothing to him now.
In fact, this entire scandal had been a blessing in disguise.
Over the course of a single week, the controversy had brought him tens of billions in popularity points.
To put that into perspective—over the past three years of stardom, he'd only accumulated around 10 billion popularity points in total.
This single week had doubled all his previous efforts.
Of course, popularity wouldn't last forever.
The internet's memory was short.
With all his work pulled offline and the media burying his name, he knew the domestic well had dried up.
But that was fine.
Because now, he was entering a new arena.
Host: Su Cheng
Age: 21
Appearance Score: 95
Skills: Directing (Master), Acting (Master), Singing (Master), Dance (Master), Cooking (Master), Martial Arts (Master), Driving (Master), Languages (Master), Screenwriting (Master), Music Arrangement (Master), Editing (Master), Writing (Master)...
Popularity Value: 13.8 Billion
Looking at the system interface, Su Cheng's lips curled into a satisfied grin.
This was the first time his popularity value had ever crossed 10 billion.
Previously, he had always used his points as soon as he gathered enough. He had never saved this much at once.
Now, with such a massive pool to draw from, it was time to cash in.
He thought for a moment, then gave the command mentally:
"System, initiate a lottery draw—spend three billion popularity points."
The system only allowed him to use popularity points for lotteries. Each draw required a minimum of 10,000 points and capped at 10 billion per draw.
The more points spent, the greater the rewards.
So Su Cheng went big—three consecutive billion-point draws.
And then, the system's mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
"Ding. Congratulations! For spending one billion popularity points, you have obtained: a luxury villa in Beverly Hills."
"Ding. Congratulations! For spending one billion popularity points, you have obtained: Master-Level Martial Arts Skills."
"Ding. Congratulations! For spending one billion popularity points, you have obtained: a Koenigsegg One:1 Supercar."
At that moment, a torrent of information surged into Su Cheng's mind.
Fighting techniques. Battle instincts. Body coordination.
There was no need for him to study or comprehend. It all became instantly mastered, as if he had trained for decades.
His physical abilities also received a significant boost. He felt his muscles tighten, his reactions sharpen, his strength surge.
Simultaneously, he gained precise information about the location, design, and legal ownership of his new villa, along with the detailed specs and access codes for the supercar.
As he absorbed everything, Su Cheng chuckled to himself.
This—
This was the beginning of a new chapter.
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