The Rebirth of a Diva

Episode 11

Xia Yu walked over from outside the screen, wearing a customized one-piece black dress. The simple cut of the dress perfectly formed her proportional body. His face was pale, his shoulders narrow and skinny, and looked extremely pitiful.

He walked over to Chu Chen's side and took over the microphone while continuing, "My brother is a great person. He's a perfectionist and gives himself a lot of pressure to do well." He lifted his eyes, which were blurry with tears and filled with pain. "My sister once said that she loves Imperial Entertainment, and she loves all her fans. He needs to show everyone the best he can achieve. And so, he worked very hard. Even in this year or so that she received treatment for depression, she would still secretly practice singing and dancing, and continue to compose music … "

The sound of sobbing rose from around the square.

If not for the fact that Xia Ling had seen Xia Yu's original color, and had been humiliated very badly by the most degrading words that came out of her mouth, she said, watching the show today would make Xia Ling believe that her "good sister" loved her very much.

He should have known. Xia Yu can match any Oscar-winning actress.

Xia Yu's moving performance moved the entire audience. Whether it was on screen or off-screen, many were crying beside her. His identity makes his appearance even more attractive. Some had a slow discussion between their cries—

"She is Xia Ling's blood-related sister, whatever she said must be true. It seemed like Xia Ling was really depressed and …"

"Yes, Xia Ling had always mentioned Xia Yu in interviews and said that they had a very close relationship. Whatever Xia Yu said must be true."

"It seems we're all wrong. There was no murder. Xia Ling was only sick and could not accept the pressure, so she committed suicide."

Xia Ling listened to the discussion and could only give a bitter smile. Is this called digging his own grave? She used to trust Xia Yu wholeheartedly and devote all her love and protection to her thin and sickly sister. Whether it was in interviews or during fan meetings, she would always mention her sister, her words reflecting her pride and closeness to her sister. All Xia Ling fans knew that Xia Yu was a precious jewel in Xia Ling's eyes.

As a result, they all thought that Xia Yu felt the same way about her older sister.

Xia Yu was crying on the screen.

Some staff came on stage to help her get on stage.

The video feed switches to show footage of Xia Ling's journey since debuting in chronological order. Many classical songs coupled with classic moments from his time in the limelight are displayed. Large and sophisticated, recounting the heyday Xia Ling enjoyed at the top of the industry.

Xia Ling never took a moment to admire everything that had been filmed before. In his past life, he was always busy. Busy singing new songs, busy shooting new commercials, busy receiving other awards, busy attending other parties. He also had to take care of Xia Yu and deal with all the grievances he had with Pei Ziheng.

To this day, when everything was in the past, Xia Ling stood in the middle of the crowd, staring towards the diva she used to be. The diva on the screen had a very beautiful face and beautiful eyes that were full of spirit. Between his eyebrows, there was an air of seduction and arrogance, and each of his movements had a charm.

A staff member working in the industry once said in an interview that it is difficult to say whether editing Xia Ling's video clips is easy or difficult. The easy part is that any recording is good enough for the final cut, and the hard part is that there are so many great moments that it's hard to choose.

A staff member working in the industry once said in an interview that it is difficult to say whether editing Xia Ling's video clips is easy or difficult. The easy part is that any recording is good enough for the final cut, and the hard part is that there are so many great moments that it's hard to choose.

Many were jealous of Xia Ling, and many said hurtful things about her. But no one denies the fact that he is blessed.

And the attitude doesn't care about anything, like he's never felt or been hurt before.

He remembered that year when Pei Ziheng brought him home and raised his face in his hands. He said, "This perfect face should not have an ounce of worry or darkness."

Pei Ziheng gave the best of everything and fulfilled all his requests. He spent a lot of money by hiring the best teachers to teach his etiquette, music, performances, and dance. For her, she had sent Xia Yu to the best hospital in the world for treatment. He has hired personal assistants and nutritionists to meet his daily needs. . . His office is out of bounds for anyone without an appointment, only he can enter as he pleases. . .

Everyone had seen how much Pei Ziheng loved him.

Many people started to suck Xia Ling up and make sure that she got everything she wanted. As he became a voter, his anger and desire worsened. However, Pei Ziheng was still smiling and spoiling his foul. Finally, the day after he turned 17, he called Feng Kun and Chu Chen and said, "You are the best producer and manager in the industry. I'm handing my baby over to you."

Critics in the media say that no one else has ever been the perfect combination of seduction and chastity, vanity and innocence.

Pei Ziheng hugged her while watching the news, lowering his head as he kissed her. He said, "I told you I'd make you the most popular artist in the world."

Pei Ziheng hugged her while watching the news, lowering his head as he kissed her. He said, "I told you I'd make you the most popular artist in the world."

Xia Ling only had gratitude and admiration for him. Now that he thinks back, it could have been a game for him from the start. He had spent a lot of time and money, only to create Xia Ling what he wanted – ideal artist and ideal lover.

As a result, when he tried to escape from his clutches and from the path he had laid for him, he had lost it all.

Pei Ziheng's. . .

Does he really love her?

The melody of the song spun past his ears as he could no longer see which song it was and when he sang it. He stood in the middle of the crowd that was immersed in the memories of the past. Until, all of a sudden, the camera feed suddenly lit up on the big screen. He saw a face that he would never forget in his entire life.

Pei Ziheng's.

His nose is high and his lips are thin. His face is handsome but charismatic. The whole package is like a god.

He wore a low but formal suit, as he always did when attending important events. His metal gray tie was perfectly fastened, and the intricate buttons on his shirt and cuffs were perfectly designed. Expensive and hand-stitched suits make the stature look taller and perfect. Even through the camera lens, its presence is very diverse.

The atmosphere in the square seemed to have stopped for a moment.

He wore a low but formal suit, as he always did when attending important events. His metal gray tie was perfectly fastened, and the intricate buttons on his shirt and cuffs were perfectly designed. Expensive and hand-stitched suits make the stature look taller and perfect. Even through the camera lens, its presence is very diverse.

The atmosphere in the square seemed to have stopped for a moment.

Xia Ling looked at him stunned. In the next example, a deep-rooted fear from his bones flooded his body as he felt his knees slightly bend. He took a step back and accidentally stepped on someone's foot. The person cursed him loudly, but he had no interest in caring.

Lu Tao stretched out his hand to catch him. He asked, "You Xingling, are you okay? You …"

Xia Ling closed her eyes quickly, using all her determination not to think of the face she was so afraid of. It seemed that even after experiencing death and reincarnation, even within the bodies of others, the wounds from his deep soul could not be destroyed or reduced.

He thought that seeing her again would make him feel sick and sad. However, it made him feel even more afraid and fearful.

Lu Tao's hand gripped Xia Ling's arm tightly. The warmth and strength passing through his palm helped him slowly become calm. He repeatedly said to himself in his head. Xia Ling, you have been reborn. You are now Ye Xingling, you will not be locked up in a bungalow for having to respond to that person's calls and calls again. You are now thousands of miles away from him, a completely different person. You are safe, safer than ever.

The sounds around him returned to his ears.

Then, he heard Pei Ziheng's speech. His voice was lower and hoarser than usual, his words formal and politically correct, completely in a monotonous tone. "What Imperial Entertainment has lost is not just Xia Ling, but a complete generation."

The cameras around him were passing non-stop. There were those who were shouting, and others crying out loud in sadness. Some even fainted completely. The pandemonium broke out of one sentence and the focus of the camera quickly switched again. Live broadcasts from all over the world flashed across the big screen, each scene depicting chaos. One sentence from Pei Ziheng had made the volcano of emotions everywhere erupt.

He stood in the middle of the storm, calm and silent.