The year-end entertainment scene was destined to spark a storm.

The asphalt road gleamed like a mirror as a sleek black Alfa glided effortlessly through traffic, weaving with fluid precision. Inside the car, Winnie was multitasking—slipping into a haute couture gown with the help of her styling assistant, adjusting the dress hoops, and cooperating with the makeup artist, who dabbed her face with a powder puff. On her right, the hairstylist worked frantically to style her long hair ...