Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

After changing into a black Chanel-style dress, Ji Xiaosong finally went out.

The first thing to do is to go to the hospital to see Shen Fengming.

She had surgery yesterday, but thanks to the diluted spiritual spring water that Ji Xiaosong had given her in advance, her recovery is going very well today.

"Xiao Song, the doctor just finished his rounds and said my wound is healing well. I can go back home in a few more days. You don't need to come and take care of me every day. The caregiver we arranged yesterday is very good."

"Mom, I found a new job yesterday, and the salary is pretty good. If you don't have any other plans after you're discharged from the hospital, why don't you come and live with me? I don't want to live at the Ji family's anymore. You left me there before because you wanted me to have a better life, but now I can provide for myself."

“Xiao Song, if you were still in the Ji family, your future marriage would definitely be better than if you were with me.”

Shen Fengming knew very well that, given the Ji family's status, even a marriage that was rejected was far better than one he could find himself.

After all, different circles require different family backgrounds, which are essentially the entry ticket.

"But Mom, I'll be unhappy. You don't want me to follow in your footsteps, do you? This isn't ancient times anymore. If I can support myself and live a free and happy life, what's wrong with that?"

Ji Xiaosong eventually managed to persuade Shen Fengming.

After staying there for a while, Ji Xiaosong paid for a few more days of caregiver fees and then left.

Jiang Yao had already instructed the driver to wait for Ji Xiaosong at the hospital entrance; he did not come to pick her up personally.

Jiang Yao, who has also graduated, is currently the deputy general manager of Fanxing Group.

I'm already so busy with work every day that I really don't have time to waste on picking people up.

Upon arriving at Fanxing Entertainment, Ji Xiaosong went straight to the recording studio.

The arrangement team rearranged Ji Xiaosong's song, and Ji Xiaosong only made three more changes on set before recording "Graduation Season" was finished.

When they came out, they saw Jiang Yao sitting in the tea room by the door.

"Busy man, what brings you here?"

Ji Xiaosong smiled and walked over to greet him.

"Let's see how my newly signed singer's first recording goes."

"Did you hear that just now?"

"Hmm, not bad. Once it's all sorted out, we can release it directly. Now I'm going to take you to see your manager, Luna. If there are no problems, the third phase of the debut project can be started."

"Luna? You mean Luna, the one who's managed countless A-list singers?"

Ji Xiaosong exclaimed in surprise; she couldn't believe Jiang Yao would give her such good resources.

"Yes."

When the two arrived at the dressing room, Luna, the top agent known as the "star-making witch," appeared wearing ten-centimeter red-soled shoes and carrying three clothes hangers.

“A vintage silk shirt paired with wide-leg pants, an off-the-shoulder knit dress, or…”

She unfolded the third motorcycle jacket, studded with rhinestones. "A subversive image?"

Ji Xiaosong touched her dress and took a half step back, but the stylist pressed her in front of the makeup mirror.

As the brush swept across the corner of his eye, Jiang Yao's voice came from the mirror: "Do you remember the senior year arts festival? You were hiding in the equipment room writing a song, and I listened to it from outside the door before pretending to pass by."

He picked up the diamond hair clip from the dressing table. "At that moment, I knew that the phoenix must rise from the ashes to be reborn."

Ji Xiaosong's heart pounded; she knew this was the original owner's emotion.

Being appreciated is something she has always longed for.

"I prefer your phoenix-like appearance as it is now, so keep it up, I believe in you."

Luna tossed her third rhinestone-studded motorcycle jacket onto the vanity, the metal chain clanging against the glass.

She pinched Ji Xiaosong's chin and examined her from left to right; the rhinestones on her manicure reflected a cold light under the vanity light.

"Beneath the innocent girl's skin lies the soul of a dark singer. Ha, President Jiang was right about her."

As the makeup artist used dark purple eyeshadow to draw an upward-sweeping eyeliner, Ji Xiaosong looked at her increasingly unfamiliar self in the mirror.

Her originally straight black hair was curled into lazy waves, and a phoenix with outstretched wings was painted with gold powder at her collarbone, which shone brightly under the spotlight along with the diamond hair clip left by Jiang Yao.

"Raise your arms!"

Inside the photography studio, Luna's scolding mingled with the clicking of camera shutters.

Ji Xiaosong, wearing an off-shoulder knit dress, kneels on a broken mirror, with a projection of raging flames behind her.

The moment the stylist poured gold powder onto her shoulders, the flashbulbs lit up like a galaxy.

Late at night, Ji Xiaosong broke out of her cocoon and soared to third place on the trending searches.

In the nine-grid photo, the girl's transformation from a pure white school uniform to a dark leather jacket is made into a dynamic comparison picture, and finally freezes on a close-up shot of her face with small diamonds sparkling at the corners of her eyes.

The comments section exploded with responses from countless viewers of "Star Generation":

"The innocent girl who sang folk songs in the preliminary round can actually pull off a dark style!"

"Very good. The contrast between her innocent image on the first stage and her current one is enough to generate buzz."

Luna scrolled through the data on her tablet and slapped the newly printed schedule onto the dressing table. "Special training starts tomorrow. 'Graduation Season' will be released as the semi-final song for the Star New Generation talent competition. I want you to learn to perform the same song with three different emotions within three days."

Ji Xiaosong touched the gold-embossed cover of "Image Positioning Manual," the title page of which prominently displayed "Project Siren"—to use aggressive beauty and a destructive voice to shatter the monotonous sweet girl template in the talent show market.

As she slipped into a padded-shoulder suit to prepare for her official photoshoot, her phone vibrated and displayed a text message from an unknown number:

"The girl who wrote songs in the equipment room has finally stood under the lights."

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights were still on in the vice president's office on the 99th floor of the Fanxing Group building.

Jiang Yao loosened his tie and paused the surveillance footage of the girl becoming increasingly confident and at ease in front of the camera.

He clicked on the official Weibo account of "Star Generation," which he was following closely, and gave the first like to the dark-themed girl in the latest official poster.

After finishing her work for the day, Ji Xiaosong returned to the Ji family's confinement room.

I had just removed my makeup, changed my clothes, and was sitting on the floor when the door was suddenly pushed open forcefully.

The moment the bronze door was smashed open, the phone screen clutched by Assistant Li still showed the lyrics of Ji Xiaosong, the lead singer of Dark Song.

"Turn on the lights. I want to see for myself how this little bitch managed to get out of the Ji family's house, in a place where even the security cameras can't capture it."

The housekeeper suddenly turned on all the lights in the solitary confinement room, and the glaring light made Ji Xiaosong instinctively shield her eyes.

At the same time, she also cast an illusion so that when they saw her, she would look like she had been locked up for several days and was so hungry that she was barely recognizable as a human.

"Water... water..."

Ji Xiaosong pleaded in a hoarse voice.

"Assistant Li, look at Miss Li's appearance. She doesn't look like someone who can participate in any competition, let alone take any promotional photos."

The butler stood aside, not believing that Ji Xiaosong could escape the Ji family's inescapable trap.

After all, the Ji family has forty housekeepers, nannies, bodyguards, and other staff.

With the addition of various infrared detectors, the possibility of escaping from under their noses is almost zero.