The Rebirth of a Diva

Episode 21

Xia Ling turned around and ignored him, yet she still rambled. "You're being petty if this makes you angry, little beauty. Have you ever forgotten that while you sleep, you won't let go of my hand and even demand that I sing to you?"

Heart's clenching. Maybe that voice wasn't a dream.

He lifted his head in disbelief. "You ... You sing to me ?!"

His face turned into an attractive smile. "That's right, if I don't want to sing, you won't let me go. You won't sleep well, wake up in cold sweat. I had no choice, I had to hug you and sing. I sang so many songs – I think I sang all the songs I knew before finally you went to bed. "

Li Lei mockingly continued, "You're very difficult to please, pretty girl."

Xia Ling could not understand. In this life, he would find himself pleasing, but he was nothing compared to the incredible beauty of his last life. Even among all the other celebrities, he was average. How could she call him Little Beauty so easily?

Of course, at this moment, his main concern was not his nickname choice. He had more pressing matters to resolve when he frantically asked, "What did I say when I was sleeping?" He could vaguely remember Pei Ziheng somewhere, and he prayed that he wouldn't let what he shouldn't say.

Li Lei narrowed towards him and smirked. "Don't be too nervous. I only understood what you said when you begged me to sing. Anything beyond that completely escapes me."

"Very?" he asked, not sure enough.

"Why should I lie to you?" Li Lei leaned back into his chair, hands outstretched to pat his head before closing his eyes again. "Sleep, we still have a long way to go."

The cocoon in a soft and warm blanket, its steady breath gasping in its ears, gently it went back to sleep without a dream. When he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day, in his luxurious room in the mountains.

She had been prescribed and even had an injection, but most importantly, doctors advised her to rest.

His rest days were basically different from before – no, thanks to Wei Shaoyin.

From the day he borrowed his song sheet to study, he would come to him every day. At first, he would discuss matters regarding the sheet songs with her, and slowly, the topic of conversation grew deeper and deeper. It begins by analyzing the different transitions and continuations of different musical theories. Discussions were mostly centered on the works of previous incarnations. There's no other way about it. Xia Ling's musical style was too classical.

By the way, MV Wei Shaoyin is in honor of Xia Ling.

The title track was lyrical and melancholy, titled "I'll Sing Another Song for You".

I'll sing another song for you /last song/farewell offer for flowers yesterday / legends yesterday

I'll sing another song for you /last song/farewell offer for flowers yesterday / legends yesterday

I'll light you another lantern/lotus light on another beach/forget the tides of time/let the smoke and rain take you home

The production was Wei Shaoyin's style, no doubt, but for some reason, it was lacking something. After all, this was inevitable, why would she want to work on a song for him? In Xia Ling's last life, they were never familiar, neither with each other nor her work.

They are basically strangers.

In this life, Xia Ling and Wei Shaoyin met by chance. He is a top producer, he is an unknown trainee. And he sometimes felt he was not in a position to pry for certain things. However, as their music discussion deepened, he let the question disappear. "Master. Wei, if I'm not mistaken, you and Xia Ling have never been close, why would you want to present a song to her?"

The bitter aroma of the deep roasted Mandheling coffee graced the air as Wei Shaoyin twisted the porcelain cup in his hand. His posture was elegant, and in his voice, he could hear the tone of ignorance and pretended helplessness. "I have no choice, Mai Na forced me into it. I don't think you know him, he is the most difficult manager in our company, and a famous and hard-earned fan of Xia Ling."

Xia Ling turned the name on her head for a moment, but to no avail. The truth is, in his last life, he didn't keep an eye on his fans, so it's no surprise that not a single fan name could come to mind.

Thinking back on how they grieved for her after her death, she could not help feeling that she had let them down.

Xia Ling sipped her tea and gently asked, "Only this reason?"

Xia Ling sipped her tea and gently asked, "Only this reason?"

Wei Shaoyin smiled. "Of course, there's also the money. Xia Ling's popularity was no joke, writing tribute songs would be very profitable." Even though he was a genius producer, he was basically still a businessman.

He nodded in understanding but faltered. "But if the company releases a tribute song, and then all the other companies follow suit in a row, I don't know if the fans will follow." After all, in his last life, he had ten years in the spotlight, ranging from his debut to suicide, and all of that was spent in Imperial Entertainment.

“This is the magic part,” Wei Shaoyin laughed, reminding him of the cunning fox. "I met Feng Kun the other day. He said he didn't mean to write tribute."

Feng Kun was the producer, and all of his songs from his last lifetime had been produced exclusively by him. In the company, if Feng Kun did not take responsibility from the tribute song, then no one else could.

Xia Ling's heart sank, probably like how the remnants of Wei Shaoyin's coffee settled in, bitter and sour. He had thought that Feng Kun left him just like that after his death. Feng Kun, his most precious and trusted best friend on his musical journey, did not even want to help him.

Wei Shaoyin continued, "Feng Kun said that Imperial Entertainment did not deserve it."

"What?" He had to take the time to react.

"She said, 'Imperial Entertainment didn't deserve to make Xia Ling a tribute song, and didn't deserve to make money'" Wei Shaoyin repeated. "The producer of the gold star who has worked for Imperial Entertainment for over a decade says this. It really made one wonder what kind of relationship he had with his own company .. Or perhaps, what relationship Xia Ling had with that company."

He did not hear his last sentence, only fixated on the fact that Feng Kun said that Imperial Entertainment was unworthy.

"She said, 'Imperial Entertainment didn't deserve to make Xia Ling a tribute song, and didn't deserve to make money'" Wei Shaoyin repeated. "The producer of the gold star who has worked for Imperial Entertainment for over a decade says this. It really made one wonder what kind of relationship he had with his own company .. Or perhaps, what relationship Xia Ling had with that company."

He did not hear his last sentence, only fixated on the fact that Feng Kun said that Imperial Entertainment was unworthy.

He closed his eyes, overwhelmed. Feng Kun and Chu Chen were the same. They both knew the truth, except unlike Chu Chen, Feng Kun did not abandon him. Of all the people around him, there was only him. Just him .

In his memories, Feng Kun was just like him. They have great pride, and demand perfection in their work, hating anything less than that. He was much more mature, and like an older brother, he always kept his line up. Every time Xia Ling offended people, she would mock him. "Xiao Ling, please, be more humble. After all, being a bigger person is how we can be happier."

Unfortunately, he never listened.

To this day, after everyone has left him. He really has his best interest at heart.

Feng Kun. . .

I'm sorry, I've spent many years of your work.

Since he had a second chance at life, he promised himself that he would never forget his words, would never make the same mistake again.