Reborn in 1970: I Saved MJ, Seriously?

After transmigrating as Bruce Lee’s daughter, I thought I’d gotten a cheat code.

Then my father died when I was four, and my mother when I was ten.

Before she died, Mom told me, “Sweetie, I had a System. I tried to save your dad, but failed. Now it’s yours.”

New target: Michael Jackson.

Me: ???

In the original timeline, he died in 2009.

Capital, the media, his family, paparazzi, false accusations: a pack of hungry wolves waiting to tear him apart.

He refused to be capital’s lapdog, so I helped him slap capital in the face.

I reviewed contracts, checked out doctors, fought false accusations, and guarded against fires, burglars, and stepbrothers.

The System gave me intel, and I gave it results.

The ending?

The King of Pop didn’t die in 2009.

He’s alive and well, and together we turned Neverland into a real fairy tale.

A few warnings: This is fanfiction, a work written for fellow Michael Jackson fans. It mixes Chinese and English and contains a great deal of English. The author is sensitive and has a three-minute attention span, so I’m not reliable about finishing stories. I might lose interest and stop writing at any time. I write purely out of interest and love, and only hope fellow fans will enjoy it. I’m not expecting to profit. If real life gets busy or my love cools, I may lose the desire to update. Fellow fans are welcome to join the discussion and leave comments. Your thoughts can motivate me to keep updating. I’m open to both praise and criticism. Whether I keep updating and finish the story is up to me.