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

In the second competition, Ji Xiaosong was more composed than before.

By this time, she already had fans in China, and under Luna's guidance, her fan base was relatively well-organized from the beginning.

Unsurprisingly, she won the championship.

The national finals will be held in another two weeks.

The competition will be broadcast live, and Ji Xiaosong has been undergoing intensive training under Luna's arrangement.

Before leaving home.

"Xiao Song, have you brought everything?"

Shen Fengming placed the neatly folded performance costume into a silver suitcase, his fingers repeatedly stroking the satin fabric.

Ji Xiaosong was stuffing throat lozenges into the sheet music folder when she heard this. She looked up and smiled, "Mom, you've checked it three times already."

She watched as her mother stuffed the thermos into the side pocket again, and suddenly noticed that the white hair at her mother's temples was particularly glaring in the morning light, and her nose suddenly stung with tears.

Over the years, Shen Fengming has lived a comfortable life, though not wealthy.

Ji Fu treated the original owner badly, and she was able to persevere entirely because of the love that Shen Fengming secretly gave her.

The original owner of this body was her only child, and she had given almost everything to him.

Does your back still hurt?

Ji Xiaosong hurriedly helped her mother up, "How about we let the caregiver stay with you for a few days?"

"Worrying blindly."

Shen Fengming feigned anger and slapped her hand away, then turned and took out a velvet box from the bottom of the dresser.

A seashell brooch lay nestled in faded blue velvet, its mother-of-pearl shimmering with iridescent light in the morning glow. "This was left to me by your grandmother. She didn't have many things left behind back then."

"Let's bring it on stage this time."

Shen Fengming pinned the brooch to her daughter's collar, her fingertips trembling slightly. "Mom will applaud you in front of the TV."

After giving Shen Fengming a hug, Ji Xiaosong left home.

On the day of the final, Ji Xiaosong's votes were consistently far ahead.

As the stage lights cascaded down like a galaxy, Ji Xiaosong caught a glimpse of a familiar strand of curly hair behind the judges' panel.

Shen Fengming nervously clutched the program booklet as a girl wearing a work badge led him toward the VIP area.

Behind that seat, Jiang Yao's figure, dressed in a suit and tie, was faintly visible in the shadows.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome tonight's favorite to win—"

When the spotlight suddenly turned on, Ji Xiaosong's fingertips slipped on the piano keys.

She watched her mother's smiling face being pushed into the camera's view by the director, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught Jiang Yao gesturing towards the control panel from the shadows of the side stage.

The platform slowly lifted her snow-white skirt, and suddenly a clear harp note appeared in the accompaniment tape—the cadenza she had casually mentioned wanting to add yesterday.

When the live stream camera panned across the audience, the chat suddenly exploded with exclamations of amazement.

Someone captured a photo of Shen Fengming wiping away tears from her profile, while many others discussed the seashell brooch on her chest that matched her daughter's.

No one noticed that in the control room, Jiang Yao was staring at the real-time public opinion monitoring screen, pushing the trending topic "Ji Xiaosong's new song" up three places.

The confetti rain at the moment of victory was heavier than expected.

As Ji Xiaosong retreated backstage with the trophy in her arms, sticky notes stuck to the makeup mirror fluttered down.

The strong, vigorous penmanship read: "The third locker in the changing room holds a surprise."

Pushing open the door, one finds Jiang Yao leaning against a pile of champagne roses, his tie loosely hanging on the second button.

He reached out and brushed the sequins from her hair, the USB drive in his palm still warm from his touch: "All the footage of your aunt from when she entered until she cried is here."

"Why……"

Her throat tightened as she recalled the extra non-slip mat on the control panel during rehearsals, and the work-related WeChat messages that she always received replies to in the early hours of the morning.

"The first time I saw you at the preliminary round, you looked so confident and composed..."

He suddenly leaned down, the sharp edge of the trophy pressing between their chests. "At that moment, I thought, such brilliance shouldn't be covered by dust."

The moment he heard footsteps in the corridor, he took a half step back, reverting to his dignified demeanor as Vice President Jiang, but then slipped the velvet box into her palm.

The moment it was opened, Ji Xiaosong saw the mother-of-pearl brooch, shattered under the spotlight, perfectly set in a crescent-shaped platinum setting, with the small "J&J" engraved on the inside.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"it is good."

Ji Xiaosong's fingertips turned white as she gripped the brooch box tightly. Hot tears fell onto the engraved indentation, staining "J&J" into two shimmering crescent moons.

The sudden burst of cheers outside startled her, causing her to take a half-step back. Seven or eight stagehands carrying champagne burst open the slightly ajar door.

When the ribbon gun exploded with a "bang," Jiang Yao raised his hand to shield her from the flying gold foil, but his palm quietly enveloped her trembling fingertips.

"President Jiang kept this from us for so long!"

The publicity director squeezed to the front, holding up his live-streaming phone. The comments on the screen were refreshing at a rate of thousands per second. "We just finished switching to the awards ceremony and received an urgent task: to shoot the sweetest official announcement vlog in history!"

Ji Xiaosong's ears turned bright red as she tried to pull her hand away, but Jiang Yao held her up in front of the camera with their fingers intertwined.

The shoulder of his suit still had bits of rhinestone from her eyelashes stuck to it, but his tone was as relaxed as ever: "This is a key project for Starry Sky Entertainment over the next three years. We hope you will all support it."

"President Jiang is abusing his power for personal gain!"

The sound engineer with dreadlocks cheered and threw a bouquet of flowers at them, the baby's breath landing on their clasped hands.

The blue light from the monitor screen cut in from the corridor, illuminating Jiang Yao's suddenly tense jawline.

He quickly wrote "I'm sorry" in her palm.

Ji Xiaosong suddenly tiptoed and kissed his sweaty temple, laughing lightly amidst the incessant clicking of camera shutters: "Mr. Investor, it's time to raise my signing fee."

She was momentarily stunned when she saw the live stream on her phone.

Later I realized that in a place like the entertainment industry, if you don't have a background, you might become someone that everyone can bully.

Even if she is very talented, it doesn't necessarily mean she can keep it.

Since that's the case, then revealing her hand openly can be seen as another form of self-protection.

At the celebration banquet, the dazzling crystal chandelier illuminated the champagne tower, turning it into an amber waterfall.

At this moment, Jiang Yao was pushing the gilded contract across the table.

The words "Chief Partner for Global Tour" on the gold-embossed cover startled the contestant next to him, causing him to knock his fork onto the porcelain plate.

"The shortlist of candidates for brand ambassadors for next quarter."

He seemingly casually tapped the iPad, and in the high-end jewelry catalog that lit up the screen, Ji Xiaosong's photo from the audition was prominently displayed at the top.

The PR director immediately understood and raised his glass, saying, "Xiao Song is a once-in-a-decade Ziwei star in our Fanxing (a Chinese astrological system).

A dull thud came from the corner as a glass was slammed back onto the table.

The runner-up, Lin Qianqian, gripped her napkin so tightly that her knuckles turned white, but her manager had already squeezed to the head table with a glass of wine, smiling and saying, "President Jiang has a sharp eye. Could our artist feature on Xiao Song's new album?"

Ji Xiaosong sipped her honey water, smiled gently, and glanced at Lin Qianqian's stiff false eyelashes out of the corner of her eye.

Three hours ago, this girl was mocking "capital creates gods" in the restroom, but now her agent is pushing her over to clink glasses, saying, "Senior sister, please take me under your wing."

Jiang Yao suddenly reached out and straightened Ji Xiaosong's shawl, his warm palm pressed against the back of her neck, and said, "The tour's general planner will be at the company tomorrow. You will personally select the band."

These words, spoken neither too lightly nor too heavily, left the third-place finisher, who was holding up his phone hoping to get a photo with the others, stunned.

Everyone knows that Starry Sky's top producer never takes on projects from newcomers.

"President Jiang is biased."

The music director tried to smooth things over with a laugh, but Jiang Yao patted him lightly on the shoulder with the contract and said, "This year, Fanxing has added an original content fund. Anyone here with a demo can invest."

The slight rustling of the tablecloth instantly turned into enthusiastic applause, and Lin Qianqian's red wine finally spilled onto her skirt.

When Jiang Yao placed the key to the recording studio on the top floor of the Starry Sky Building into Ji Xiaosong's palm in front of the entire internet live, he said, "True protection is putting you in a position that no one can take away."