Shen Zhiyao sat in the last row of the audience at Zhou Ye's concert, surrounded by a cacophony of noise.
A message popped up on her phone: "Yaoyao, let's break up! Don't ever let me see you again."
An agreement was handed to her from the side. Zhou Ye's assistant, Xiao Sun, said, "This is a non-disclosure agreement. Please sign it. As you know, Brother Zhou's singing career is just getting started, so his private life can't be made public. Once you sign the agreement, we'll give you ten million as compensation."
"Ten million? Is your Brother Zhou trying to pay off a beggar!?" Shen Zhiyao's gaze was icy.
Suddenly, the fans around her erupted in a deafening roar.
It was Zhou Ye, walking onto the stage.
The man Shen Zhiyao had been in love with for nine years.
If the former Shen Zhiyao had seen this, she would have been moved to tears.
But now, this body had long been inhabited by a different soul.
She hailed from the Cultivation Continent, where she had been the most powerful State Preceptor in the nation of Daxia. Unfortunately, the year she turned 100, she divined that Daxia was doomed to fall. The enraged Emperor gathered 108 Cultivators to summon heavenly lightning and had her struck dead on the spot.
When she awoke again, she was in the body of this girl, who shared her name and her face.
The body's original owner had been utterly love-obsessed. An orphan, she was desperately starved for affection.
Just because Zhou Ye had shown her a little kindness in middle school, she had loved him with unwavering devotion for nine years.
As for Zhou Ye, he had dropped out of school to pursue a singing career in the entertainment industry.
But his family was poor and couldn't offer any help. The only person who could support him was Shen Zhiyao.
Zhou Ye had said, "I'll marry you when I get famous."
And so, Shen Zhiyao generously gave him all her scholarship money from her school years.
She also worked odd jobs, managing to scrape together the funds he needed to make it in the entertainment industry.
Zhou Ye had said, "Babe, it's okay if things are a little tough now. When I make it big, I'll buy you tons of villas and give you hundreds of billions. I'll make you the wife of an international superstar, adored by millions!"
And so, Shen Zhiyao worked five jobs a day, sleeping only three hours a night. All the money she earned went to buying Zhou Ye brand-name clothes and paying for his expensive vocal coaching.
She never felt it was a hardship. Watching her beloved's career slowly take off, she thought she was getting closer and closer to happiness.
She fantasized about him fulfilling his promise to marry her and love her for a lifetime.
But he broke his promise.
As soon as Zhou Ye's career began to take off, he started to distance himself from Shen Zhiyao.
He began to find her ugly, criticizing her for dressing frumpily and being inarticulate. He would use any excuse to give her the silent treatment for months on end.
Recently, Zhou Ye had shot to fame across the country with an original song. He officially became an A-list singer, and his fanbase exploded.
The first thing he did after reaching the top was to cut down the very person who helped him get there.
She didn't get the long-awaited happiness she had been waiting for. Instead, she got his breakup text.
Devastated, Shen Zhiyao went to find Zhou Ye, only to be photographed by the media. The incident became a trending topic that same day.
The next day, Zhou Ye posted a clarification on social media: "She's just a deranged fan who's been obsessed with me for years. She seems mentally unstable. I've never been in a relationship. I was honestly terrified."
Heartbroken, Shen Zhiyao was wandering the streets in a daze when she happened to run into one of Zhou Ye's crazed fans, who berated her for being a fan who embarrassed him.
In the ensuing scuffle, Shen Zhiyao was pushed into the road, where she was struck by a car and killed.
By the time Shen Zhiyao's soul transmigrated, the original owner's body was already cold. Only a remnant of her soul lingered, asking her to tell Zhou Ye one thing: "I agree to the breakup, but you have to let him know that *I* was the one who dumped *him*."
And that was why she was here now.
'Since we're breaking up, it should be done publicly, of course.'
"Brother Zhou is a famous singer now. The company has built an 'innocent idol' persona for him; he can't date or get married. Breaking up is also for your own good, so he doesn't hold you back."
"You're only clinging to him because you want money, right? If ten million is too little, we can negotiate."
"The reason we didn't mention compensation before was that Brother Zhou was busy and didn't get around to it. It's not that we weren't going to give you anything."
"So are you going to sign or not! If you don't, we have plenty of ways to get rid of you!"
Shen Zhiyao scoffed. She found the body's foolish original owner truly pathetic.
Her eerie smile startled the assistant. "What... what are you planning?"
"Fine, I agree to the breakup."
With that, she shot to her feet and rushed toward the stage.
She moved so fast that before the assistant could react, she had reached the edge of the platform. With a light leap, she jumped onto the three-meter-high stage.
Luckily, no one saw it, or the audience would have been scared to death.
Zhou Ye was on stage, passionately singing his heart out, when the microphone was suddenly snatched from his hand. He looked up and saw a familiar face.
"How... how did you get up here?"
It all happened so fast that even the security guards couldn't intercept her. The screams from the crowd erupted once more.
Zhou Ye flinched, quickly lowering his voice. "Stop messing around and get down from here! If ten million is too little, I'll give you twenty million, thirty million! Even forty million, okay?!"
"Yaoyao, it wasn't easy for me to get to this point. Please, don't ruin me. Yaoyao, have you forgotten you said you'd do anything for me?"
Shen Zhiyao replied coolly, "I agree to the breakup."
A wave of relief washed over Zhou Ye. 'I knew it,' he thought. 'Shen Zhiyao is so deeply in love with me, a few nice words are all it takes to keep her from making a real scene.'
'After I get her to leave, I can just use the same old trick and claim she's a stalker fan.'
The next moment, she suddenly announced into the microphone, "Zhou Ye, I'm breaking up with you! But there are some things that I feel shouldn't be kept secret!"
As she spoke, Shen Zhiyao pulled out a thick stack of sweet photos of her and Zhou Ye from their middle and high school days—proof of their love.
During her hardest and most exhausting times, the original Shen Zhiyao would look through these photos and feel like it was all worth it, falling asleep while hugging them.
Now, she was going to give them back to him, on behalf of the original Shen Zhiyao!
And everyone in the audience would be her witness!
The moment Zhou Ye saw the photos, his face fell. He reached out to snatch them.
But Shen Zhiyao raised her hand, changed direction, and scattered the photos out into the crowd below.
This move successfully sent Shen Zhiyao and Zhou Ye to the top of the trending charts.
After the incident, Shen Zhiyao paid no more mind to anything involving Zhou Ye.
She had fulfilled her promise to the original owner. From now on, she would live for herself!
'But to live, the first problem to solve is food and shelter.'
The previous Shen Zhiyao had spent all her money supporting a man. Besides a phone, a few cheap clothes, and six months of overdue rent, all she had left in her pocket was a single 20-yuan note.
The current Shen Zhiyao was a stranger to this world.
It took two days of her stomach growling for her to even realize she was hungry and needed to eat.
It wasn't her fault she was slow on the uptake. In her previous life, she practiced Fasting as part of her cultivation and hadn't known the feeling of hunger for decades.
But now, with her Cultivation gone, her stomach was rumbling. She wandered the streets for a while but couldn't find any way to make money.
Finally, she stood in a corner of a park, tilted her head back, and yelled at the sky, "Oh, heavens! How in the world am I supposed to make money quickly?!"
"Start streaming!"—answered the heavens. No, wait! It was an old man.
The old man was watching a livestream of a beautiful woman on his phone, his face creased with a wide grin.
Shen Zhiyao leaned in for a closer look and saw a sweet-looking, round-faced girl dancing energetically on the old man's phone screen.
The dancing was nice, but unfortunately, it was pre-recorded.
But the old man loved this kind of thing. He skillfully typed out a corny message:
[Heavenly Fairy Sister, you're my heart and soul, my precious little treasure! I'm tipping you all my secret savings, my dear! Go check!]
The old man's heartfelt confession was quickly buried by the flood of scrolling comments.
Shen Zhiyao's sharp eyes caught one of the comments:
[I'm here on Heavenly Fairy Sister's stream trying to catch my dad, and I used to catch my mom on Scholar's stream. But Scholar's channel got banned, and now my mom's too sad to eat. I'm so happy, lol!]
The old man's eyes were glued to Heavenly Fairy Sister's stream, but he still offered Shen Zhiyao some advice. "Young lady, I see you're quite pretty. Why don't you learn from my Heavenly Fairy Sister and become a beauty streamer? By the way, can you dance?"
Shen Zhiyao shook her head.
The old man asked again, "Well, what can you do?"
'New to this Otherworld, my Spiritual Power is gone,' Shen Zhiyao thought. 'In the past, I could divine great fortunes and reverse destinies by aligning the Seven Stars in a Row with a mere wave of my hand. Now, I'm useless.'
She rested her chin in her hand and thought for a long time before coming up with just one thing. "Fortune-telling."
'That kind of skill doesn't require any Spiritual Power, just a bit of technique.'
The old man chuckled. "Young lady, don't tell me you read a few books and now think you're a psychic?"
Shen Zhiyao glanced at him and said flatly, "In one minute, you will face a bloody calamity. The only way to avoid it is to put down your phone."