Gu Yibai was a struggling actor, and the man I’d had a crush on for ages. When he entered a singing competition, I stayed up all night writing songs for him. He treated me coldly, but warmly called out to the female singer, “Qianqian, this song is for you. You’re sure to become a star!” His performance was so poor that nobody paid attention, so I spent money to get him trending and boost his numbers. He made his debut as he’d hoped, then warned me, “You can spend money on me, but don’t expect anything more. You should be grateful you get to stay by my side as my unpaid assistant!” He drove the sports car I’d bought and wore the luxury designer outfit I’d ordered, all while openly dating the female singer. Online, people said he was a rich heir, shipped him and Cheng Qian like crazy, called me a scheming homewrecker, and cursed me to die. I worried it would hurt his career, so I never set the record straight. I even endured my depression in silence. He and Cheng Qian went to a charity gala, but his card was declined. He sent me an angry message: “This is a charity gala, and you only prepared thirty million for me. Who are you trying to embarrass?” To make it up to him, I begged my father to invest in a TV drama and cast him as the lead. He was made into an award-winning actor, and proposed to Cheng Qian in public. But then he arranged to go hiking with me and shoved me off a cliff. “Tang Dai, all you know how to do is humiliate me with your money. What else can you do? I feel dirty spending your money. Thank goodness Qianqian stayed by my side, or I never would’ve made it this far!” Reborn, Gu Yibai yelled at me, “You’ve had all day and only written one new song? Are you an idiot? Hurry up and give it to me!” I tore up the sheet music and stuffed it into his mouth. “If you want a new song, write it yourself. Don’t just open your mouth and demand one. What am I, your mother?”
