Reborn, I Tear My Heartless White Moonlight Apart

Jiang Jingdan was a struggling actress, and the unattainable love of my life. When she joined a singing competition, I stayed up all night writing songs for her. She was cold to me, yet warmly called the male singer, “A He, this song is for you. You’re sure to become a star!” Her performances were so poor that no one paid attention, so I spent money to get her trending and boost her numbers. She made her debut as she’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 an unpaid assistant!” She wore the jewelry I bought and the luxury gowns I ordered, then went on high-profile dates with the male singer. Online, everyone called her a rich heiress and shipped her with Wang He like their lives depended on it. They cursed me as a scheming mistress and told me to die. Worried it might hurt her career, I never set the record straight. I even endured depression in silence. She and Wang He went to a charity gala, but her card was declined. She angrily messaged me: “This is a charity gala, and you only prepared thirty million for me? Who are you trying to embarrass?” To make it up to her, I begged my father to invest in a TV drama and cast her as the lead. She was elevated to an award-winning actress. In public, she proposed to Wang He, but she arranged to go hiking with me and pushed me off a cliff.

“Lu Bo, besides humiliating me with your money, what else can you do? I feel dirty even spending your money. Thank goodness A He stayed by my side, or I wouldn’t have made it this far!”

Reborn, I heard Jiang Jingdan scold me: “You’ve had all day and only just finished a new song. Are you an idiot? Hurry up and give it to me!”

I tore up the sheet music and stuffed it into her mouth. “If you want a new song, write it yourself. Don’t just open your mouth and demand one. What am I, your dad?”