The Rebirth of a Top Star

Shen Nanqiao never imagined that she would wake up to this scene before she fell asleep.

An unfamiliar bed, an unfamiliar environment, and a sense of unfamiliarity with one's own control over one's body.

Aches and pains spread through my limbs, and I struggled to my feet, looking out at the slightly ajar window, where dusk was approaching.

It was an unfamiliar environment.

The last time Shen Nanqiao was conscious was in the afternoon at the company, when she and her agent arrived at the underground parking lot. Before they could even get into the car, Wu Miaomiao rushed over anxiously.

This girl, or rather, her junior, is very likable, hardworking, willing to start from small roles, and has great interpersonal skills, never letting herself be embarrassed in any situation.

Faced with such a progressive junior, Shen Nanqiao was very willing to give him a helping hand.

She had exchanged a glance with him and walked ahead to the back of the car around the corner. Before she could turn around, Shen Nanqiao fainted.

When I open my eyes again, it's now.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly. He used to think she was naive, or perhaps he pitied her and couldn't bear to see children like himself slowly climb the social ladder.

They only offered a helping hand, never expecting it would backfire on them; it's truly laughable.

Shen Nanqiao quickly checked herself and found that her phone was gone. The old, broken clock on the bedside table indicated both the time and the surroundings.

Shen Nanqiao didn't have enough strength to stand up and look at the scenery outside the window.

From a distance, the buildings appeared to be low-rise buildings, perhaps in an old town area, but certainly not the high-rises that Shen Nanqiao was used to seeing.

Wow, that's a huge expense.

Based on the current situation, it seems that they did not stay overnight; only a few hours have passed.

Shen Nanqiao was considering whether to leave immediately, as her physical condition kept telling her it wasn't okay.

Shen Nanqiao then abandoned the idea of ​​running away immediately, deciding that observing the situation was the best course of action.

As dusk approached, night fell exceptionally quickly. Before Shen Nanqiao and the others realized it, darkness had already engulfed the twilight.

Shen Nanqiao was not focused on her thoughts until she heard a noise outside the door.

Someone has arrived.

Shen Nanqiao lay down and closed her eyes, pretending that she had never woken up.

All of this happened very quickly.

I twitched my ears slightly and heard the door lock turn three times before it finally opened.

The woman who led the way in was someone Shen Nanqiao recognized without even opening her eyes. The voice was identical to the one she'd heard when they first met, with a slight hint of obsequiousness: "They're right here. Come in."

The sound grew closer with each footstep.

Shen Nanqiao squinted slightly after finding the right angle and looked at the woman with her back to him. The first thing that caught his eye was her pair of haughty red high heels.

Your favorite color and style.

Shen Nanqiao had already taken the time to think things through. Her anger did not provoke her thoughts; rational thinking calmed her down.

"When will your boss arrive? Time waits for no one." As she spoke, she turned around to check on Shen Nanqiao's condition.

Unable to wait any longer, Shen Nanqiao mustered all her strength.

There were so many people standing at the entrance, and it was clear from their conversations that even more people were about to arrive.

Shen Nanqiao could only focus her attention on another source of light.

The window is already covered in unsightly rust, but its low position makes it easy to climb up without any extra force, even when you're weak.

In a split second, avoiding the area with many people, Shen Nanqiao mustered all her strength and, before Wu Miaomiao had a chance to come over, opened the dilapidated window with one hand and plopped down on the windowsill, just as she had planned.

The sudden noise drew everyone's attention to Shen Nanqiao.

Wu Miaomiao's raised eyebrows also expressed her surprise.

"You were awake a while ago? Or at all...?"

Wu Miaomiao couldn't help but have doubts.

Shen Nanqiao gave Wu Miaomiao a disdainful smile, "There's no point in saying any of this."

She truly deserves to be called one of the most beautiful women in the entertainment industry today.

Even her natural expressions are breathtakingly beautiful.

"I just want to know what the point of you doing this is?"

"What's the point?" Wu Miaomiao seemed to be ignited in an instant. "What's the point? Are you kidding me?"

Ignoring Shen Nanqiao's actions, he strode forward and said emotionally, "If it weren't for you, how could I have ended up like this? If I hadn't always been so superior to you, how could I have gotten to this point? If it weren't for you, if it weren't for you..."

Wu Miaomiao suddenly burst into a rapid-fire speech.

Shen Nanqiao gripped the windowsill even tighter.

She had to be wary, wondering whether Wu Miaomiao was going to pull her down or push her down.

Unconsciously, Wu Miaomiao had gotten too close to her.

The venom in his eyes was undisguised.

Shen Nanqiao reflected on herself, realizing she hadn't provoked anyone. She genuinely wanted to know at what point her charitable career had offended this person...

"Step back." Shen Nanqiao pointed her index finger directly at Wu Miaomiao's nose. "Otherwise, I'll jump right now!"

Behind me was a faded blue awning, weathered and obviously flimsy.

Shen Nanqiao's beautiful fingernail touched it, and a small hole appeared. It slowly and gently sank down with the breeze below.

Sixth floor.

Shen Nanqiao's body was already half outside.

"What do you want?" Wu Miaomiao did not back down, but stood still, without a trace of tension on her face.

Like someone watching a good show, waiting for the next act to continue, Wu Miaomiao secretly wished that Shen Nanqiao would disappear from the scene, or better yet, never have appeared at all.

Shen Nanqiao remained calm and composed. "If something happens to me, do you think the person behind you who you're relying on will let you off the hook after what happened today?" Her tone was steady, without any deliberate threat.

Shen Nanqiao simply stated a fact that she had already guessed.

Yes, Wu Miaomiao had to be cautious.

Shen Nanqiao is the person mentioned above who likes her. The reason she did this was also for that resource.

That resource.

Wu Miaomiao had to be cautious.

She lowered her head and took a step back, her expression changing rapidly, her smile vanishing in an instant. "Don't be like this, Sister Nan Qiao. Life is still very important. Come down, come down quickly."

He waved to his followers behind him, "Quickly help our Sister Nan Qiao down, someone could die if she falls."

The red high heels made a muffled clattering sound on the damp wooden floor.

Shen Nanqiao waved her hand impatiently.

"Either you let me go, or I'll leave from here."

Shen Nanqiao wasn't sure if such a low-level threat would work, but after so many years in the entertainment industry, her own life, or rather, the life of "Shen Nanqiao," was still valuable.

The boss behind the scenes probably also wants to take my life; at least until I see him, I won't be in any danger.

Shen Nanqiao leaned further back.

She wasn't sure if her agent had found out or called the police; everything was uncertain, so she had to rely on herself in this unknown situation.

Shen Nanqiao looked at Wu Miaomiao, who had turned and was now standing at the very back.

"I have something to ask you. You don't need to come over."

Shen Nanqiao had already reached behind her with both hands, but her eyes were fixed on Wu Miaomiao.

"Am I not good enough to you?" Shen Nanqiao asked, puzzled.

“That’s good enough, really good enough. I’m actually very grateful to you, Sister Nan Qiao.” Wu Miaomiao smiled, “But why can’t you understand people’s hints?”

"A hint?" Shen Nanqiao pondered what hints Wu Miaomiao might have implied in her previous appearance.

Before she could even think, Wu Miaomiao's phone beeped with a notification. After reading it, she burst into laughter. "You pride yourself on relying solely on yourself, never giving a second glance to those who covet you. Now, haven't you ended up in this state?"

Wu Miaomiao took two more steps back, pressing herself against the wall. "Since your pride is about to be trampled underfoot, then I'll tell you everything."

Wu Miaomiao didn't look up at Shen Nanqiao's state anymore, and started to "complain" to herself.

"You are truly sacred, a rare treasure in the eyes of the audience, your peers, and even some capitalists and tycoons who find pleasure in manipulating others."

There was a hint of self-deprecation in Wu Miaomiao's words.

Shen Nanqiao's gaze remained calm, offering no rebuttal; those were merely other people's opinions.

“But if you are truly so holy, how could you see me in distress and refuse to help? When others bullied me, you were the first to pull me out of the mire.” Wu Miaomiao was already overwhelmed with emotion.

"But what? But what? Did you abandon me after that? I tried so hard to please you, but you didn't do me any favors, not even a small supporting role in your drama?"

The whites of her eyes had unknowingly turned red, all because of her accusations against Shen Nanqiao. So hypocritical, Wu Miaomiao was convinced.

"So much so that after you saw me give you a gift, you complained that it was too cheap and actually specified that the role I had my eye on should be given to her that very day? You knew all along."

Shen Nanqiao knew about this. The role wasn't given to Wu Miaomiao, but she herself wasn't involved at all; it was all the company's doing.

And the gift given by Wu Miaomiao is still carefully preserved on her bookshelf, clean and spotless in its acrylic box.

Shen Nanqiao was helpless; she had never heard her say these things before.

But Wu Miaomiao was deeply moved by her own words.

They can't even stand any outside noise.

Shen Nanqiao wanted to explain.

Before the syllables could even leave her mouth, Wu Miaomiao broke through the barrier between the group, took a step forward, rushed straight at Shen Nanqiao, grabbed Shen Nanqiao's arms with both hands, and eagerly wanted to get an answer.

"Why? Why are you treating me like this? Am I not devoted enough to you, or not humble enough?"

Wu Miaomiao burst into tears, recalling the treatment she had received so many days ago. No matter who spat at her, Wu Miaomiao retorted by covering Shen Nanqiao's head with every drop of their spittle.

The tension in her chest made Shen Nanqiao unable to grip the short barre behind her.

Wu Miaomiao's face was very close.

"It's not my fault." Shen Nanqiao knew she hadn't done anything wrong. Because everything was blinded by Wu Miaomiao's resentment.

Regardless of her accusations, she never truly saw the truth about herself. A person who is blinded by a single leaf cannot be easily explained.

Shen Nanqiao had a clear conscience. But it was this very expression and tone that provoked Wu Miaomiao once again.

Reason vanished, and Wu Miaomiao wanted to vent her anger on Shen Nanqiao. If she were to swing her hand and strike his face with her sharp nails, the wound would not heal in ten minutes.

Shen Nanqiao's body reacted involuntarily.

So what should have been a resounding slap didn't land on Shen Nanqiao's face.

Because of the force of Wu Miaomiao's pull, Shen Nanqiao broke through the awning as her upper body retreated. Small pieces of awning debris fell with Shen Nanqiao's body, but this time the fall wasn't too dramatic.

Shen Nanqiao's mind stopped thinking, and the surrounding scenery flickered slowly. Is this my final appearance?

Shen Nanqiao had to admit that the death of the big star Shen Nanqiao was somewhat hasty.

With a loud thud, like the tires of a large truck hitting an immovable, thick wall, a huge sound rang out from the hardened concrete floor.

This forced everyone who heard the noise to obey their will and immediately stick their heads out of the window to take a good look.

Shen Nanqiao watched the blood spread out, red and glaring, slowly seeping into the ground and taking root in the earth.

"This looks like my blood," Shen Nanqiao belatedly exclaimed. "It's so red."

Countless footsteps rushed toward her, and Shen Nanqiao silently closed her eyes, losing consciousness.