After Divorce, a Song Becomes a Sensation
Su Le, armed with memories from his previous life, found himself transported to Blue Star, reduced to a down-and-out singer despised by his celebrity wife. He suffered the agony of divorce, abandonment, and was seen as nothing more than a stumbling block. Since fate had destined him for anything but mediocrity, he would ignite a spark that would blaze across the world! With his debut song, "Big Fish," he slaughtered the Chinese music scene, dominating the charts with ease. Possessing the complete memory of an entertainment industry lost to this world, he rampaged through the new era. He became a god, the patriarch of the music world, a once-in-a-century genius of original music. Hundreds of hit songs crashed down like thunder, breaking through the walls of the entertainment circle. While his ex-wife still struggled to become a diva, half the music industry’s idols and superstars were already his fans and employees.
After Divorce, a Song Becomes a Sensation
"The lousy folk songs you wrote are already obsolete, totally irrelevant. Your marriage ends here!" The female manager sneered.
"So, it turns out I've lost my value," he murmured.
"A so-called marriage is nothing more than a transaction, a weighing of pros and cons."
Su Le gave a bitter smile.
"Think whatever you want. Just remember, right now, you’re nothing but a burden!"
"If you’d insisted on writing songs back then, you wouldn’t have fallen so low. It was your own choices, nothing to do with Yaoyao!"
"If you sign this agreement, you’ll get three million in compensation, plus the house and car. Otherwise, you won’t get a cent!" The manager’s patience had run dry. She didn’t want to waste any more words.
"Divorce... is a major event. Let her come and speak to me herself."
Su Le leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath.
The sky, once cloudless, felt suddenly heavy and overcast.
"Su Le, we’ve given you enough dignity. Don’t be so ungrateful!" The manager slammed her hand on the table, her voice sharp.
Su Le remained silent, gazing out the window.
"You!" The manager’s expression twisted in displeasure at his attitude.
Just then—
Outside the café.
A Porsche pulled up by the curb.
A stunning woman stepped out, clad in a snow-white gown, her waist slender, her figure graceful. Her beauty was flawless, her aura extraordinary, her skin pale as jade.
In an instant, every passer
