The Rebirth of a Diva

Episode 9

Xia Ling looked at him, her feet rooted to the ground. She squeezed out a smile, hoping that her carefree expression would be the last thing she remembered.

However, before he could think of how to explain his decision to leave, he walked over and slapped his face hard. "Xia Ling, I didn't know that you were so cruel! You went too far by poisoning someone to death!"

Poisoning someone to death?

He could not understand what he was talking about, falling weakly onto the floor due to the shock from the impact. His forehead touched a corner and blood started flowing down his face, blinding his line of sight. He looked at her in shock, with his ears buzzing and a hazy deep awareness.

He leaned over, grabbed his collar and shouted. "You have great guts, dare to kill Wang Jingwan! The Wang family is now chasing us for an explanation. Do you know how many problems you have caused ?!"

Wang Jingwan, his fiancee, is dead?

The thought flashed through his mind for a few seconds before disappearing. He tried his best to open his eyes to see clearly at the man in front of him, but the blood radiating made it hard to see. His face ached with pain, seemingly beginning to swell, which affected his speech. He mumbled indistinctly. "I want to .. go, let me .. go …"

Whether the woman was dead or not, it no longer meant anything to her. The focus is only on one thing – Pei Ziheng actually slapped him. This was the first time he had hit her without any pity or concern as if she was his sworn enemy.

Unfortunately, their relationship is very fragile.

For this random woman. .ha, it may not be entirely random. For the woman who was supposed to be from a suitable family, a political marriage, she had thrown away their ten-year relationship.

They really ended.

Xia Ling did not kill her fiance, but she would not believe him.

Apparently, the last person to see Wang Jingwan was him. He was found dead on the sofa of a private room in the coffee shop they had met, shortly after their negotiations. Xia Ling's fingerprints were found on the glass of drink that rolled beside her body.

Pei Ziheng then held him under house arrest.

Everything that happened after that, Xia Ling could only hope to forget forever. It was an agonizing year that only made Xia Ling learn one thing – the kind of Pei Ziheng who had promised to protect her all day his life had died. Replacing him is a wild beast, a cruel monster. . .

A cold autumn wind blew, causing Xia Ling to shiver.

He emerged from his folly of past memories and hugged the paper bag in his hand tightly in his chest. The paper bag contained all the items he bought for outdoor filmmaking, and the weight of the bag gave him a feeling of life. The streets were filled with people, pushing him from all around, making his steps waver. Surprisingly, being a part of this rush made her feel safe. Just a month ago he could never imagine being able to escape Pei Ziheng's clutches and walk normally along the way.

He emerged from his folly of past memories and hugged the paper bag in his hand tightly in his chest. The paper bag contained all the items he bought for outdoor filmmaking, and the weight of the bag gave him a feeling of life. The streets were filled with people, pushing him from all around, making his steps waver. Surprisingly, being a part of this rush made her feel safe. Just a month ago he could never imagine being able to escape Pei Ziheng's clutches and walk normally along the way.

It had been more than a month since he died and reincarnated.

He accidentally counted days, but –

Xia Ling looked up and found herself in the middle of a shopping field. The surrounding people were running their businesses, with many young people walking around carrying white daisies in their hands. Some of them were sobbing, others were whispering to the people beside them. He made some of them say things like, "Xia Ling ..." "It's a shame …"

A familiar melody plays in the background. It was a song he had been singing for a long time. On the screen in the center of the square, a striking black-and-white text was played repeatedly.

"Sleeping butterfly – commemorates 77 days since Xia Ling's death"

The credit roll is Imperial Entertainment.

Watching the live broadcast of his own death anniversary is a strange situation. Xia Ling did not expect that she would coincidentally watch this on a random day so she decided to go shopping. He suddenly felt lost. He wanted to turn around and leave, but his legs seemed to have taken root and he could not move. Deep down, a voice called out in anticipation. Will Pei Ziheng appear? After his death, how is he. . deed?

Xia Ling, you can't save.

Xia Ling, you can't save.

Another voice in his heart sneered at him. He caused you so much pain, yet you still miss him ?!

The people around kept bumping into him, and the impatient voices became louder, "Hey, are you walking or not? Why are you standing in the middle of the road." "Go away, stop playing dead here." . .

He was pushed to the right and left until he crashed into a sturdy chest.

"Ye Xingling, are you looking for where you're walking ?!" Lu Tao, who pulled him to the side of the road. "Go somewhere else to daydream if you want to. Here is full of crazy fans of Xia Ling. If you stand in the middle of the road and get caught up in a raid, no one will know who is to blame for your death."

Xia Ling looked at him, her mouth agape.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say something wrong? Don't tell me you're also one of Xia Ling's crazy fans." Lu Tao stuffed his hand into his trouser pocket, looking extremely annoyed. As he spoke, he turned to stare at some "crazy fan Xia Ling" who was also glaring at him.

Xia Ling was silent.

He finally found his voice and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I went out to buy some stuff. If it wasn't for filming the MV tomorrow and today being the only day of rest, I wouldn't have been caught dead here in this crowd during Xia Ling's memorial service." Lu Tao waved to someone behind as he replied. "Here-it!"

He finally found his voice and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I went out to buy some stuff. If it wasn't for filming the MV tomorrow and today being the only day of rest, I wouldn't have been caught dead here in this crowd during Xia Ling's memorial service." Lu Tao waved to someone behind as he replied. "Here-it!"

Xia Ling turned around to see two of Lu Tao's sidekicks carrying many bags, big and small, squeezing the crowd with great difficulty. They came to Xia Ling and Lu Tao, panting.

"Yes, God. Big brother Lu, you won't believe what these crazy fans are capable of. These people are crazy, there are their walls and walls that mess this place up. There were so many of them crying ... looked up there, and there ... "The two boys put down the things they were carrying, complaining excitedly as they showed the fans to Lu Tao.

Just a moment later they saw Xia Ling standing in front of Lu Tao.

"Eh, isn't this Ye Xingling?" They commented in shock, looking at him as if he were a ghost. "Sister Lu, why are you with him?" No wonder they were so shocked, it was only yesterday that Lu Tao and him were locked in a battle. Not only did they have a dance fight, but Lu Tao also had to kneel before everyone in the training camp. How could he be together with her here today, talking to each other so kindly?

Even Xia Ling found it strange. Is Lu Tao just relaxed or very forgiving? If it was anyone else, they would have avoided it like a plague after having to kneel to it yesterday. Who still stays nice and pulls him to safety?

Lu Tao looked up at the sky and rolled his eyes. “He's lucky I happened to hit him, otherwise he'll be hit by these guys now.” He pushed her, the chains on his wrists clinking. "Ye Xingling, yesterday I lost a bet and held my share of the bargain. I've just saved your life today, how are you going to repay me?"

"How do you want me to repay you?" Xia Ling realized that Lu Tao was like an immature child. No wonder he would childishly pour ink all over the table. Mature adults will never do that.

Upon hearing his question, Lu Tao's eyes twinkled. "Yesterday when I saw you doing a windmill, you were going to do something with your ankles as you kicked a different air than what we normally see in windmill dance moves … I've never seen that before. I tried a few times this morning and I couldn't get the right angle. Where did you learn to do that? Hurry up, tell me! "