Rebirth: My Reclusive Husband Helps Me Get Revenge!-Chapter 95: Mini debut(3)

"There you have it folks, I believe this is the best piece we’ve had as a ending piece, since 2015, Lin Shuang uproar. Thank you miss Y.L"

Lixue smiled as she bowed, the photographers taking shots furiously the papers, magazines and Weibo.

Mo Ran smiled slightly, what a marvelous sight it had been, turning to his assistant, he signaled him, to get up so they could slip out before anyone noticed.

Mo Ran’s movements were smooth and calculated as he rose from his seat, his assistant following closely behind. While the audience remained fixated on Lixue, still reeling from the performance, he took advantage of the distraction.

As they weaved through the venue, the applause still echoing in the background, Mo Ran’s assistant, Shen Yu, leaned in slightly. "Sir, the media is already reacting. Weibo’s trending list has ’Y.L Mongolia’ climbing at an alarming rate."

Mo Ran smirked. "As expected."

"Some industry insiders are already speculating about her identity. There’s chatter about her voice being too refined for a debut artist."

"They’ll keep guessing." His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable trace of pride in his tone.

Meanwhile, back on stage, Lixue maintained her poised smile as the host wrapped up the event.

"We thank everyone for attending this unforgettable night. And once again, let’s give a round of applause to Dream Entertainment’s rising star, Y.L Mongolia!"

The crowd erupted once more, but Lixue had already stepped back gracefully, allowing the host to reclaim the spotlight.

As soon as she exited the stage, she was met with a flurry of movement—stylists, managers, and event coordinators all buzzing around, either congratulating her or discussing post-event plans.

Dream Entertainment’s spokesperson, a man known for his sharp business acumen, approached with a pleased expression. "An outstanding performance, miss YL. You’ve exceeded expectations."

Lixue simply nodded, her expression calm. "I aim to."

As they spoke, a member of the PR team hurried over, phone in hand. "Miss YL, you should see this."

She took the phone, her eyes scanning the screen.

#YLMongoliaDebut

#YLMongoliaVsYuJia

#WhoIsYLMongolia

The trending topics were climbing fast, comments pouring in by the second.

— "This voice?! Where did she come from??"

— "Yu Jia needs to watch out. This girl is serious competition."

— "Not Dream Entertainment finally debuting someone with actual talent."

— "Her stage presence is insane. How is she a rookie? Something isn’t adding up."

— "Forget Yu Jia, Y.L Mongolia might be the new queen."

Lixue’s lips twitched. How amusing.

She handed the phone back, her voice even. "Looks like Dream got what they wanted."

The spokeperson chuckled. "More than we expected. You’re already being compared to Yu Jia. We’ll have to manage the narrative carefully, but this is the best kind of publicity."

Lixue merely hummed in response, but inside, she found it ironic.

Yu Jia had spent years living off her lyrics.

Now, those same fans were ready to throw her aside for something fresh.

Poetic.

"Miss YL, we should get going," her manager for the day whispered, sensing the growing media presence. "Paparazzi are already waiting outside."

Nodding, Lixue allowed them to lead her towards the private exit, where a black car awaited. As she slid inside, she exhaled softly, tilting her head against the seat.

The night had been a success.

But this was just the beginning.

In one of the VIP sections, a group of esteemed fashion critics, designers, and influencers sat with their phones in hand, already dissecting the night’s biggest moment.

"Did you see that last gown?" Lillian Zhang, a renowned fashion editor, adjusted her glasses, her voice brimming with intrigue. "That silhouette, that craftsmanship—it wasn’t just haute couture, it was art."

Felix DuPont, an international designer known for his discerning eye, nodded slowly. "And yet, no one seems to know who designed it."

Lillian swiped through the high-definition shots now flooding Weibo. The dress, a masterpiece of deep black fabric that clung like liquid silk, was adorned with intricate embroidery so fine it looked hand-stitched by a master.

"I’ve checked the major houses—there’s no match," she muttered.

A luxury fashion blogger chimed in, her eyes alight with curiosity. "The way it draped, the structure—it reminds me of Maison Laurent, but their signature isn’t visible."

The mere mention of Maison Laurent made the group pause.

Felix exhaled sharply. "Maison Laurent?"

Lillian looked up, her expression serious. "Think about it. No major brand has claimed this dress. No teasers, no leaks, nothing. If it really is Maison Laurent, then it was a private commission."

The blogger’s lips parted in realization. "Which means someone very powerful arranged it."

Felix rubbed his chin, his intrigue growing. "If that’s the case, then the real question isn’t just who designed it... but who it was designed for."

"This YL is no ordinary person.."

Meanwhile, across the event hall, entertainment reporters and influencers had their own conversations buzzing.

"I don’t know about you, but this ’Y.L Mongolia’ just became the most talked-about name of the night," one reporter whispered, rapidly typing into their phone.

"Barely debuted, and already trending on Weibo," another mused. "Dream Entertainment really knows how to create a moment."

"Forget Dream—this wasn’t just a performance. This was a statement."

The event had barely ended, yet the internet was already ablaze.

Reporters scrambled to draft their headlines, influencers rushed to upload their reactions, and Weibo was a battlefield of opinions.

At one of the major entertainment news desks, a team of writers huddled together, reviewing footage of the final performance.

"Get this on the front page now," the editor-in-chief ordered, tapping his pen against the desk. "Make the headline punchy. Something like—" He paused, eyes narrowing as he watched the screen.

The camera had caught the moment perfectly—Y.L Mongolia, standing in the spotlight, her elegant black gown flowing like liquid midnight. The final note of her song had just faded, yet the audience was still in stunned silence. A second later, thunderous applause had erupted.

The editor smirked. "—’A Star is Born: Y.L Mongolia Steals the Show.’"

And with that his team immediately got to work.

—

Meanwhile, on Weibo, entertainment bloggers were already sharing their takes.

[Entertainment Weekly - Official Post]

"Dream Entertainment’s newest artist, Y.L Mongolia, has made an unforgettable debut. With a voice that captivates and stage presence beyond her years, she has left audiences in awe. Is this the rise of a new legend?"

The comment section was chaos.

— "Who even is she?! How is this her FIRST performance?"

— "No teasers, no promotions, no history... and she sings like THAT?"

— "Dream Entertainment better explain because I NEED to know where this woman came from."

—"She has the voice of an angel, and the body of a queen.."

—

At a popular influencer’s studio, a livestream had just started.

"Alright, guys, let’s talk about it," the host, Liv, said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She leaned into the camera. "I know we’ve had some good debuts before, but this? This was DIFFERENT."

Her chat flooded with messages.

— "SHE ATE. LEFT NO CRUMBS."

— "Yu Jia is shaking rn."

— "I don’t even stan new artists but I need her album NOW."

Liv grinned. "I don’t know who trained her, but they deserve a RAISE. That vocal control? The confidence? That gown?? Y.L Mongolia walked in like she already owned the stage. And you know what? Maybe she does."

—

Backstage at the event, reporters were gathering, trying to get statements from industry insiders.

"What do you think of Y.L Mongolia’s performance?" one asked a well-known fashion designer.

The designer adjusted his glasses, still visibly impressed. "Exquisite. She carries herself like a seasoned performer. And that dress... perfection."

A music producer standing nearby chuckled. "Dream Entertainment wasn’t playing around with this one. I’ve seen a lot of debuts, but I can tell you right now—she’s different."

Another reporter turned to a veteran singer who had been watching from the VIP section. "Any thoughts?"

The singer simply smiled. "I think the industry just got a new competitor. And some people aren’t going to like that."

On Weibo, debates were already heating up.

— "Is she REALLY a rookie? There’s no way. Her technique is too polished."

— "Yu Jia better step up her game. This is the first time I’ve seen people doubting her status as the top artist."

— "The industry is about to get interesting."

Somewhere, in the penthouse suite of an upscale hotel, a woman scrolled through her phone, her expression unreadable.

Yu Jia’s grip tightened around the device as she read the comments.

Y.L Mongolia. Yu Lixue

She exhaled slowly, then tossed her phone onto the table, irritation flashing in her eyes.

No one had ever made her feel threatened before.

But this?

This was different.