Tanky Toon

This is one of those dramas where I *knew* better. I should’ve stuck to my drama restrictions like a sane person. But then I saw Ke Chun in the cast and thought, “It’s short, how bad can it be?” Answer: Oh, honey. Apparently, even a two-minute episode can test your brain’s pain receptors. What I got wasn’t a short series—it was an extended modeling commercial with dialogue slapped on like last-minute captions. Everyone looks great, sure, but it’s like watching perfume ads stitched together with recycled plotlines.

Let’s start with our female lead: a supposedly sharp, successful CEO who builds empires with a flick of her spreadsheet—yet can’t recognize the voice of the man she’s in love with. Yes, she’s that smart… except when she’s not. Toss in the fact that she also fails to connect that Cen Yu and Duan Qian Jie are the same person (again, not a spoiler—it’s literally in the cast listing), and you start to wonder if her real company sells suspension of logic wholesale.

What you’re watching is a blender of overused tropes: mistreated daughter, blackmail, scheming sister, rich guy pretending to be poor, double identity hijinks… all rolled into one shiny, glittering mess. If they’d added amnesia and accidental incest, I’d have just nodded like, “Yep, checks out.” And yet—I watched every second. Call it rubbernecking. Call it gluttony. But if watching this train wreck means more screen time for Ke Chun’s face? Then maybe I didn’t lose, I just… aesthetically suffered.