The Rebirth of a Diva

Episode 30's

As everyone looked at Xia Ling at the same time, Chu Chen gave her a surprised expression – she obviously did not expect Wei Shaoyin to take care of a mere assistant.

Without much thought, Xia Ling said, "Money."

Wei Shaoyin underestimated. "Pretty."

Xia Ling was angry. Yes, he was wealthy, but he should still have an understanding of his predicament. He owes a lot of money to the company and needs to pay it off as soon as possible. Then he would be able to leave the entertainment industry. Isn't that great?

Of course, Wei Shaoyin clearly did not think this way.

He pointed at Xia Ling as he answered Chu Chen. "Make sure you fulfill the request. Overcome as much as possible, in addition to giving it ..." He smiled, showing two rows of perfect white teeth. ". money."

. . . Geez, Wei Shaoyin is a terrible person.

Xia Ling threw away her face sadly. Other than money, he really did not need anything at all.

Chu Chen nodded in agreement. Saying goodbye, she left with Xia Yu.

Wei Shaoyin turned to Xia Ling and lectured her. "Money is the most worthless thing in the world, and you just want it?"

Xia Ling felt like ignoring him altogether.

At the door, Chu Chen stopped in the middle as he closed the door. He turned to look once more at Wei Shaoying and Xia Ling.

Xia Ling was too lazy to guess what she was thinking as she sulked, pushing a slice of lemon in her glass.

Wei Shaoyin raised his wrist to look at the time. He said, "It's almost time for the closing of the show, I have to go to the recording studio. Take our things and wait for me outside. I'll drive a car to pick you up."

He likes to drive his own car and will not hire a driver.

Xia Ling could only express her unhappiness in her heart, secretly scolding her for being a hypocrite and very small person.

She was unaware of her complaints and left the room for her affairs, leaving her alone in an empty dressing room. He turned a full circle at the same stop before putting on his jacket reluctantly, gathering the scattered items and turning around to leave.

The back door of the broadcast station was very quiet, opening into a large private open space. No need to worry about harassment from fans. This exit is close to the parking lot and is where most artists will go after recording the show. There is a beautiful green plant barricade, making the surroundings peaceful and savory.

Xia Ling came out early, and there was no one around. A cold night wind blew over him, making him shiver.

Started snowing. . .

He raised his head and looked at the snowflakes that fell in the night sky.

Under the dreamy European-style streetlights, white and soft flakes fell down and created a beautiful little halo, looking like angel feathers. He raised his face and raised his hand to touch the splinters with his fingertips, paying attention as they melted slowly and formed small, clear water droplets.

Under the dreamy European-style streetlights, white and soft flakes fell down and created a beautiful little halo, looking like angel feathers. He raised his face and raised his hand to touch the splinters with his fingertips, paying attention as they melted slowly and formed small, clear water droplets.

In his past life, this was a game he loved to play. All he needed to do was lift his finger to see the purity and transparency of this world.

Pei Ziheng laughed and said that he was like a child. He would hug her from behind, afraid that she would catch a cold, and use his warm, dry hands to cover her hands and pull her into his arms. Then, he would find the man annoying and complain that he did not feel cold, struggling to break free from his embrace. Sometimes, he succumbed to his little anger, but there were also times when he would refuse to let go and say, "Xiao Ling, be nice and listen to me."

Thinking back, perhaps whatever he did or did not do, his every action never got out of control.

Xia Ling withdrew her hand as she thought about her emotions, her soft eyelashes casting a shadow of light on her lower eyelids. His death had given him the freedom he craved, but the man was no longer behind him. The night wind plus snow blew onto his body, causing him to shiver uncontrollably. He pulled the thin jacket closer to himself.

When he turned to leave, he suddenly saw a high shadow at the bottom of the stairs leaning against the black Rolls-Royce and silently staring at him.

At that moment, he stopped breathing for a moment.

That is . . .

He could not move and looked back at her. At that moment, it was as if the entire world was black and white and only his face was clear. Every line on his face would affect his heartbeat and breathing.

The snow fell haphazardly between the two of them.

He is thinner than before, though this makes him look more childish and charismatic. Between her eyebrows was a deep frown line that made Xia Ling feel compelled to approach her and rub it down smoothly. He silently clenched his fists, his nails dug into the middle of his palms, and the sharp pain helped him to regain some of his senses.

He is thinner than before, though this makes him look more childish and charismatic. Between her eyebrows was a deep frown line that made Xia Ling feel compelled to approach her and rub it down smoothly. He silently clenched his fists, his nails dug into the middle of his palms, and the sharp pain helped him to regain some of his senses.

He wore a specially designed black trench coat, which he casually paired with a long gray scarf. Cigarettes between his fingers almost burned.

He remembered that he was not used to smoking.

He felt tears begin to flow well and a sharp pain in the depths of his heart.

He had tried to escape from it regardless of the consequences, and had repeatedly told himself not to think about it anymore. Yet today, as she stood alive and kicked in front of him, she realized desperately that she still loved him so much.

How scary is that?

Xia Ling was surprised at herself. He turned to leave, but his legs felt like they were growing roots.

The driver got out of the car to hold an umbrella over Pei Ziheng's head, but he ignored it and continued to stare at him in silence. His eyes were dark, and there was an unreadable expression on his face.

The driver said a few sentences to him in a low voice.

He switched off the cigarette with one hand and received the items handed over by his driver.

A familiar voice sounded from close up. "Sister Ziheng."

Without turning her head, Xia Ling knew that it was Xia Yu. He silently watched as Xia Yu approached and raised his head to look at Pei Ziheng beside the car. His little face was filled with excitement and innocence as he said, "Brother Ziheng, have you come specifically to pick me up?"

Pei Ziheng finally turned his gaze away from Xia Ling. Looking down, he slowly wrapped the item in his hand around Xia Yu's neck. Only then did Xia Ling realize that the item was a intricately woven scarf. The style was very familiar, and he remembered that it was from a brand he liked to use in the past.

Without turning her head, Xia Ling knew that it was Xia Yu. He silently watched as Xia Yu approached and raised his head to look at Pei Ziheng beside the car. His little face was filled with excitement and innocence as he said, "Brother Ziheng, have you come specifically to pick me up?"

Pei Ziheng finally turned his gaze away from Xia Ling. Looking down, he slowly wrapped the item in his hand around Xia Yu's neck. Only then did Xia Ling realize that the item was a intricately woven scarf. The style was very familiar, and he remembered that it was from a brand he liked to use in the past.

Countless in the past that she was so gentle with him. Now, Xia Yu was on the receiving end of her gentleness.

A cold snowflake fell on his face, and he felt a chill enter his body down to his bones. Xia Ling took a step back, deeper into the shadows of the street lights. He lowered his eyes to the ground and pondered. Maybe he should wait for Wei Shaoyin in the parking lot.

However, before he could make a move, he heard Wei Shaoyin's voice coming from in front of him. "Xiao Ling!"

Before he had time to react, Pei Ziheng, who had gotten into his car, suddenly turned around and looked at him again, his eyes like an eagle as he tried to burn a hole in his body with his gaze.

An almost sexual sense of terror swept over him, and memories of his past flooded into his mind. He suddenly recalled what kind of monster this man had as a chill slowly approached his body and every single cell in his body screamed in pain. How strange, he was clearly in a completely different body, but that terror seemed to be ingrained in his soul. He could remember every single extraordinary detail clearly.

Xia Ling could not help but ask herself, Do you really still love that man? Still love that monster. . . ?

He felt his body tremble on the spot and could barely remain stable.

Wei Shaoyin raised his voice again. "Xiao Ling!"

When he regained his senses, he saw Pei Ziheng's gaze become even fiercer. He cursed Wei Shaoyin in his heart for more trouble than help. He thought seriously for two seconds if he had to change his name after returning but was sad to think that Pei Ziheng had already heard his name and it was too late to change it now. . .

He turned to look at Wei Shaoyin and saw him sitting in the Ferrari driver's seat. He had lowered the car window and called out impatiently.

The magnificent luxury car was right behind Pei Ziheng's Rolls-Royce.