The Rebirth of a Diva

Episode 26's

It was then that Xia Ling realized that the sister she loved wholeheartedly hated her so much that she wanted her dead.

Xia Yu had used all the methods she could think of to insult and annoy Xia Ling, hoping all the time that Xia Ling would be pushed through the wall and commit suicide. Xia Ling thought that maybe if the incident at the concert never happened, maybe she would be killed at the hands of her own sister.

No . . .

There was no way to tell if the killings at the concert were the work of his sister or the Wang family.

He did not dare to think too deeply about this matter, wholeheartedly willing that the culprit was the Wang family.

Camera clicks are heard.

Surprised, Xia Ling returned to her senses. Turning around, he saw Wei Shaoyin pointing the camera at him, clicking the shutter twice in a row quickly.

He raised his eyebrows, looking at her with a question.

"You're very calm in front of the camera, not at all like a trainee," Wei Shaoyin said, and then ordered, "Turn your body a little more, heading towards 9 o'clock … Tilt your head in the direction of going a little, 30 degrees .. yeah, very good. "

He clicked the shutter twice more.

"I charge a heavy fee for my photos," Xia Ling said as she obediently took a few poses.

“I told you, the trainees have to do a lot for the company for free,” Wei Shaoyin replied instantly, his hands do not intend to stop.

"What do you want from these pictures?" he asked curiously.

"To sell when you become famous," He laughed so much that his eyes formed a line. With that, he stopped and kept the camera.

Xia Ling sat back on the spacious and spacious sofa made of real leather. He turned to look at her and asked, "Are you so sure that I'm going to become famous?"

“All the trainees that I, Wei Shaoyin, choose to foster have all been great.” He sat at the end of the sofa, his long index finger swaying on the glass of the coffee table. "What were you thinking? Your expression is …"

"What?"

He did not answer but threw the camera at him.

Xia Ling turned it on and scrolled to the picture she had taken. The first is a half body profile shot. He was wearing a pale loose cardigan, with one hand touching the glass window of a full-size window, the sunlight setting on his face. His facial expression on camera was very gentle but sad, weakness showed from the depths of his eyes as he stood to stare out of the mirror blankly, the afternoon sun gave him a gentle glow.

Undoubtedly, Wei Shaoyin's photography skills were outstanding.

Xia Ling turned off the camera and returned it to him, not saying a word.

Xia Ling turned off the camera and returned it to him, not saying a word.

Wei Shaoyin did not urge him with questions, but simply filled his cup with warm water. The warmth radiated from the tips of his fingers, making him feel alive. Being alive. .just this simple, to be able to feel a little warmth.

A few days later, the year-end music extravaganza began on schedule.

It was a live broadcast. A long security barricade was erected around the square outside the broadcast station under the starry night sky, a bright red carpet that stretched from a large entrance to a carved stone staircase.

Xia Ling attended the ceremony with Wei Shaoyin as her assistant.

He arrived at a Ferrari worth tens of millions, wearing a wine-red silk shirt with a silver-gray tuxedo and the same Patek Philippe on his left wrist. As he stepped out of the car, there was a sea of screams from fans watching. Its popularity even overshadowed some actual artists.

He walked confidently on the red carpet, while Xia Ling followed outside the security barricade.

He heard someone ask, "Who is that guy?"

A new round of cheers and shouts sounded. Mixed in sentences like: "Wei Shaoyin, I love you", "Your song 'I'll sing another song for you' so touching I cried", "MV for 'Snow in the Barren Land' really cool" , "Create a song for my love Ning Chen". . .

Shouts come in many different ways and types.

The world's most remarkable comment is when someone yells very loudly. "Feng Kun Dating! Feng Kun Dating!"

The world's most remarkable comment is when someone yells very loudly. "Feng Kun Dating! Feng Kun Dating!"

He even managed to get an approval response from many people in the crowd.

Xia Ling wanted facepalm. These crazy fangirls have incredible imaginations. As the saying goes: "Two kings in the same line of business are enemies, they will not face each other". For many years both Feng Kun and Wei Shaoyin were in the industry, the number of times they met each other was few and far between.

He turned to look at Wei Shaoyin. He thought that since he had been in the limelight for quite some time, he should get used to this crazy situation and the absurd rumors from the entertainment circle, he said, but under the calm demeanor he displayed on the red carpet, he could see frostiness and anger at the depths of his eyes. Obviously, he did not enjoy this red carpet experience and almost lost his temper.

He sighed. Being a Virgo, he is a perfectionist and hypochondriac in the material and mental world. He can be very picky.

He took a step to catch up with her and walked towards the large hall at the broadcast station. In the large hall, they were protected from all the crazy fans. A staff member led them to the elevator lobby to head upstairs, where they were greeted with many different sized waiting rooms and changing rooms on both sides of the corridor. Wei Shaoyin was a well-known and high-status figure in the industry, therefore, the broadcast station had reserved a waiting room further inside to give him more privacy.

As they were being guided to the waiting room, they passed through the dressing room along the way. They could hear a loud commotion coming from within and before they could react, a large group of bodyguards had pushed a woman out of the room. The woman was wearing a red evening dress and her long hair was in a mess as she fell to the floor after being pushed out of the room. Her handbag slipped out of her hand and her makeup pad spilled open, staining the leg of Wei Shaoyin's trousers.

Wei Shaoyin stopped, his face three degrees colder than before.

Xia Ling recognized the woman as a popular singer in the past, named Hua Xue. Even though she was past her lifetime, she had no choice but to continue the entertainment circle to pay off the debts her husband had suffered from horse gambling.

Hua Xue stared towards the group that pushed her out, her thick makeup unable to completely cover her old face. Holding back her tears, she chokingly said, "Xia Yu still has plenty of time before having to go on stage. I'm the opening artist, you can't just cut my lines. The makeup artist needs to finish my makeup, there is not enough time … "

Xia Yu. . .

Is this her dressing room?

Xia Yu. . .

Is this her dressing room?

Is he here too?

Xia Ling raised her head suddenly but could only see the wall of bodyguards in front of the door, all tall and muscular, completely blocking her view of the inside of the room. He only recognized the man standing in front of all the bodyguards in a slender suit. A man he had not seen for a long time – Chu Chen.

A man he once considered a good friend to be trustworthy.

When he was imprisoned in Pei Ziheng's bungalow, he had given everything to escape to the door, only to bump Chu Chen slowly in. He was happy to see her and called her for help. However, all he did was take a quick glance at his barely usable clothes and the gold chain on his ankle that he had so badly torn, take off his jacket and hang it all over his body. He then grabbed her and helped her up, his hands just touching the jacket around her, and called out from above her head. "Boss."

He realized that something was wrong and wanted to push him away.

But his arms were as strong as steel, and he grasped them firmly, so no matter how hard he tried, he could not fight freely.

He handed it back into Pei Ziheng's hands.

That day, she finally believed the sentence that Xia Yu told her – Sister, do you really think everyone is so kind to you? Before you hit a pet, you need to see who owns it!

Memories of her past floated in her mind, and Xia Ling had to reach for the corridor wall for support. He quietly took a deep breath.

He heard Chu Chen's voice say, "Hua Xue, just give up. Ken approached us on his own to offer her makeup services and we already gave her the assignment. She didn't have time to do makeup anymore, went looking for another makeup artist. "

Through the cracks of the human walls set up by the bodyguards, Xia Ling could see many makeup artists around one person, busy working on their work to make it look amazing.