Fame [Showbiz]

Xu Zhi spent a year pursuing Lu Ming, two years in a relationship they had to keep secret, and three years being a fool. The songs she wrote were performed by Lu Ming's artists, and she gave up her chance at fame for him. Yet Lu Ming was absent from every important moment in her life. After he missed another one, Xu Zhi broke up with him. Lu Ming couldn't have cared less. He bet his friends, “Give it a month. She'll come crawling back.” Xu Zhi never did. She vanished completely from Lu Ming's world. Not long after, a dark horse emerged on a music competition show. Xu Zhi, a wildly gifted singer-songwriter, had an original song trending across major platforms every week. The mentors all reached out with offers, and popular celebrities invited her to collaborate. Xu Zhi shot to fame. Lu Ming couldn't believe Xu Zhi had really left him. As torrential rain poured down, Lu Ming stood outside Xu Zhi's home, waiting for her to change her mind. After half an hour, a second-floor window opened. A tall man lounged against the window in a loosely worn black bathrobe. His handsome, cool face wore a lazy, post-coital look in the night. “My wife is asleep. What do you want with her, Mr. Lu?” Not long afterward, Qi Fei publicly announced his relationship with Xu Zhi. Xu Zhi's new boyfriend was the hugely popular superstar Qi Fei. On the day Xu Zhi broke up with Lu Ming, Qifen Media played “Good Days” all day long. The boss of Qifen Media: Qi Fei. |Satisfying wish-fulfillment|Fictional entertainment industry, please don't take real people as inspiration|He can't win his wife back| Male lead: Qi Fei|The male lead has a secret crush Next book: Out of Control Blurb: Xiang Jia first met Lin Qinghe outside the only bar in town. He wore a loosely buttoned white shirt, one long leg braced as he leaned against the weather-beaten wooden door. Behind him, a dim alley was strung with cheap, tacky lights and plastered with illegal ads. He glanced up nonchalantly, his strikingly handsome, cool face completely out of place in those surroundings. At his feet was a piece of cardboard that read: “Take me home for just fifty yuan! Fair skin, pretty face, long legs. I'll let you pet me, hug me, and kiss me. I'm absolutely professional.” The next time Xiang Jia saw Lin Qinghe, he was being dumped by a rich woman and kicked out of her luxury car in the pouring rain. Clutching a pack of cigarettes too soaked to light, he stood in the downpour like a stray dog. Xiang Jia hit the brakes, studied his beautiful, ethereal eyes, and rolled down the window. “Interested in a long-term arrangement? Say, six months with me, and I'll pay you the highest market rate.” Lin Qinghe gazed at Xiang Jia for a long while, tossed away the cigarette pack, opened the car door, and got into the passenger seat. “Sure.” Hounded online, mocked by rivals, and suppressed by her agency, Xiang Jia abandoned her account and returned to her hometown. Refusing to give up, she started from scratch and built a new online brand. Within six months, it took off, and Xiang Jia clawed her way back against all odds. On the day she left town, Xiang Jia used the alcohol as an excuse to have her way with Lin Qinghe. She lit a post-coital cigarette. “I've transferred the money to your account. You can keep everything here. This is over. Don't see me again.” They belonged to different worlds. Her world was the stars and the sea; Lin Qinghe was only a breeze in the mountains. “If you're the one who comes looking for me,” Lin Qinghe said, taking the cigarette from her fingers and crushing it in the ashtray. His dark, turbulent eyes fixed on her. “Would I still say no?” “No. I want you to reject me without mercy.” Why would Xiang Jia come looking for him? That kid had quite the imagination. The original investors suddenly came up with every excuse to stall, and the contract remained unsigned. Xiang Jia discreetly asked around and learned that her project had been assigned to a new lead. The boss wanted to train his younger son by giving him a new project to practice on, and it had landed in the young master's hands. Rumor had it the young master was her hater and refused to work with her. Xiang Jia decided to meet him. At last, she cornered him in the company parking lot. She composed herself and approached his car, but before she could use the lines she'd prepared, the window rolled down, revealing Lin Qinghe's bewitchingly handsome face. His long, slender fingers, sharply defined at the knuckles, propped up his chin. He said slowly, “You told me to reject you without mercy.” Theme: Keep striving and never give up.