Rebirth: My Reclusive Husband Helps Me Get Revenge!-Chapter 78: She didn’t trust him

"Let’s run it again. Verse two into the chorus. This is your chance—make it count."

Lixue nodded mutely, her throat tightening as the music track cued up. The melody swelled in her ears, a familiar rhythm she had rehearsed countless times, but today, it felt alien. Her mind was elsewhere, weighed down by memories of her grandfather’s solemn words and the sight of her mother’s fragile frame in the hospital.

She opened her mouth to sing, but her voice faltered halfway through the first line, the note shaky and off-pitch. She immediately stopped, her heart sinking as the music abruptly cut off.

The producer’s sigh echoed through the room, heavy with disappointment. "Y.L., what’s going on? You’re not hitting the notes, and you’re completely out of sync with the track. This is basic stuff!."

"I’m sorry" Lixue said, her voice muffled as she bowed in apology. She bowed her head, clutching the lyrics sheet tighter.

"Sorry isn’t enough," the producer snapped, his patience clearly fraying. "You’re supposed to be our next big breakout artist, but if this is what you’re bringing to the table, you’ll be lucky to make it to the second round of promotions." 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Lixue flinched at the harsh words, but she couldn’t argue. She knew she wasn’t giving her best today, and the shame of it made hee stomach twist.

The team had put so much effort into her debut, and now she was letting them down.

The producer rubbed his temples, his voice softening slightly, though his frustration still lingered. "Look, I get it. Everyone has bad days. But this isn’t the time for that, Y.L. You’re new, and people are watching. You can’t afford to mess up now. If you’re not feeling it, go home, sort yourself out, and come back tomorrow. We’ll reschedule."

Her chest tightened at the dismissal, but she knew she couldn’t argue. She wasn’t in the right headspace, and staying would only make things worse.

"Yes, sir," she said quietly, bowing her head again.

As she left the booth, the team barely acknowledged her, their focus already shifting to their next task. She kept her mask firmly in place as she walked through the hallway, her movements mechanical.

Once she was outside the building, she inhaled deeply, the crisp air a welcome contrast to the stifling atmosphere of the studio.

The ride back to the Mo family estate was quiet, the city’s bustling streets a blur outside the car window. Lixue stared blankly at the passing scenery, her thoughts a chaotic mess. She had wanted to pour everything into that song, to prove she was capable of standing on her own, but her emotions had to betrayed her.

The ride back to the Mo family estate was silent, as she stared blankly out the window, the weight of her day pressing heavily on her chest. The producer’s sharp words replayed in her mind like a broken record: "You’re supposed to be the next breakout artist, but if this is what you’re bringing to the table..."

Lixue clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She had wanted to prove herself today, to show that she could handle the pressure and live up to the expectations Dream Entertainment had placed on her.

Instead, she had faltered, her emotions spilling into her performance and ruining everything.

When the car pulled up in front of the estate, the grand, sprawling grounds that usually felt comforting only added to her sense of inadequacy. She stepped out, her legs heavy, and made her way inside. The quietness of the house felt eerie, amplifying her feelings of loneliness.

Mo Ran wasn’t home—he was still at the company, handling a full slate of meetings and negotiations. Lixue had overheard the staff mentioning how busy his schedule had been lately, and she didn’t want to burden him with her failures.

He already had enough to deal with.

She wandered into the living room and dropped onto the couch, letting her bag slide to the floor. Pulling off her mask, she let out a shaky breath, pressing her hands to her face. The frustration that had been building all day threatened to spill over, but she swallowed it down, forcing herself to stay composed.

For a moment, she sat there in silence, the weight of her emotions pressing against her chest. Her gaze drifted to the grand piano tucked into the corner of the room. It had been a long time since she’d played anything just for herself. She hesitated, then rose slowly, her feet carrying her toward the instrument.

Sitting on the polished bench, she ran her fingers over the keys, the cool surface grounding her. She pressed down gently, a single note ringing out in the quiet room. Then another, and another, until a soft melody began to take shape.

It wasn’t a song she had written for work or a tune meant for the studio—it was something simple, something hers.

The music flowed, carrying her emotions with it. The frustration, the fear, the longing—all of it poured out through her fingertips, weaving into the melody. She closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the sound. For a little while, she didn’t have to think about expectations or deadlines or the weight of her family’s history.

She could just be....herself

When the final note faded, the silence that followed felt different—lighter, almost. Lixue opened her eyes, her chest rising and falling with the remnants of her emotions. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to steady her, to remind her of why she had started this journey in the first place.

As the music drifted away, a quiet resolve settled in Lixue.

She had always been someone who carried the weight of decisions with a heavy heart,

but this time, something inside her shifted. Her fingers lingered on the piano keys, but her thoughts turned elsewhere—toward her mother.

The conversation with Nangong Jiantao echoed in her mind. His calmness, his admission of past mistakes, the gentle vulnerability in his voice.

It didn’t erase the years of absence, nor the sting of betrayal that she still felt. But it did give her a glimpse of something she hadn’t anticipated: the possibility of care, real care, for her mother’s well-being.

Lixue had always thought of herself as her mother’s protector, the one who would be there when no one else was. But her mother’s condition was only getting worse, and the truth was clear: Lixue couldn’t manage it alone. As much as she wished things could be different, she had to face the reality of her mother’s deteriorating health, and the only place that seemed capable of offering the care she needed was at the Nangong estate.

She closed her eyes, trying to silence the anxiety clawing at her chest. Would she be betraying her mother by letting her go to a place where she would be surrounded by strangers, by a grandfather she hardly knew?

But then, the image of her mother appeared in her mind—the sterile, impersonal hospital rooms, the constant worry in her own eyes—flashed before her. Lixue had done everything she could to keep her mother safe and comfortable, but her strength had limits. The Nangong estate, with its resources and familiarity, would provide a better life for her mother than Lixue could offer alone.

Even if it meant stepping back and allowing her grandfather to play a role in her mother’s care, perhaps this was the only way forward.

But it didn’t mean she loved her mother any less.

Lixue made a decision, even as the doubts lingered. She would let her mother go back to the Nangong estate. It was the best choice for her, no matter how complicated the feelings surrounding it were.

But even as she resolved to move forward, a part of her couldn’t shake the unease. She didn’t trust her grandfather yet—not fully. He may have claimed to care for her mother from afar, but that wasn’t enough. Actions spoke louder than words. If he truly wanted to prove himself, he would have to do more than just provide a comfortable home. He would have to show her, not just tell her, that her mother’s well-being was his priority, not some agenda of his own.

She took a deep breath and slowly rose from the piano bench, her decision now firmly in place. There was no easy way to navigate this. No matter what, the future would always hold difficult choices and emotional turmoil.

But Lixue knew this, that she couldn’t carry the weight of it all alone. Letting her mother go to the Nangong estate was not because she trusted her grandfather.

Not one bit.

But It was a choice to trust that, despite everything, it might offer her mother peace and herself peace.

All she ever wanted was for her mother to be happy and if being with her family would do that then she had to let her mother go.

She had to let go of all these weight so she could focus on the future ahead of her, the Yu family had taken so much from her mother and herself. And she was determined to make them pay back.