Sweet Beloved Reborn

“The Imperial Harem” was a big-budget IP teleplay adapted from a court intrigue novel, which told the story of a woman who was framed and thrown into the harem, a place where suffering might be endless. She climbed up step by step from a simple maid to the queen. The plot was full of ups and downs, and the character design was full of wisdom. There was no white lotus, no Virgin Mary, no humanity, but only rights, greed, desire, and unrealistic fantasy for that ridiculous freedom.

Every step was like treading on thin ice, with blood on both hands.

After Song Qinghuan was reborn, she had already sorted out all the important details of the popular plays and movies in the next four years that she knew. The theme song of this teleplay was her famous song in her previous life, and it became popular rapidly. However, Song Shuyao stood on stage by taking advantage of her painstaking efforts and received lots of praises that should have gone to her.

Although Song Qinghuan could not change the course of her life, she decided that in this life, she must firmly hold what should be hers, allowing nobody to take it away.

In addition to the theme song, she also wrote the episode and the ending song, but the episode was sung by the leading actor of the play, while the ending song by the leading actress and the leading actor together.

Thus, Song Qinghuan expected that she would be on the hot search again. She was also very confident that she would become popular even without the help of others.

Shen Yinian felt she had been overexcited after seeing the calmness of Song Qinghuan, the protagonist of the event, but she was really happy for her sis.

Since the play was broadcast for the first time on Saturday, after a night of spreading, the number of followers showed a dramatic increase on the weekend. At the same time, the song “Chang ‘an Memories” also quickly entered the various major lists of music due to the popularity of the TV play.

However, when the netizens following the teleplay and the fans listening to the song found out the homepage of Song Qinghuan’s microblog via the ‘@’ lists of the cast, they saw that the microblog of the person who was the center of attention now just had a few contents, just like a wasteland with wild grass sprouting up.

The content forwarded last in the homepage of Song Qinghuan’s microblog was still the official post of Xinghan Music Academy. Even so, it couldn’t stop the enthusiastic netizens from leaving numerous comments.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

-I want to be in love with little Qinghuan.

-The butterfly on the kite still loves her, while I love you only.

-Mom! It was this voice that gave me a passionate romance, and then a lovelorn disappointment again!

-It’s torturing. The drama is already torturing enough. The fans of the Eighth Prince can hardly find any solace in this even more torturing song.

-Master, come back! I can’t bear it alone!

-People will be crazy about gaining more popularity when they are on the hot searches. But what about you? How many times have you been on the hot searches in total? And you don’t care at all? I can’t bear to see your wasteland-like microblog anymore. I think you need an assistant, a handsome boy like me.

At the dining table, Song Qinghuan, who was suffering from a hangover, was drinking soya-bean milk. Xu Ningzhou took the cube sugar and asked, “Light? Another piece?”

Song Qinghuan shook her head and said, “It’s just all right.”

Shen Yinian vividly read the popular comments under Song Qinghuan’s microblog. After taking a gulp of milk, she said, “Now the comment ‘I want to be in love with little Qinghuan’ has been given a thumbs-up by more than 500, 000 people. That’s what we all want. I will give it my thumbs-up.”

Xu Ningzhou slowly tilted his head and said jokingly to Shen Yinian, “Will you face the reality? Why do you live in illusion?”

Shen Yinian gave him a glare, then looked at Song Qinghuan and asked, “Huanhuan, you can’t have forgot the password of your microblog, right?”

Song Qinghuan glanced at Xu Ningzhou, who was holding a soup dumpling for her, and said slowly, “No, someone locked my account.”

Xu Ningzhou’s chopsticks shook a little bit and immediately punctured the dumpling he wanted to feed Song Qinghuan. The bright yellow soup instantly flowed out.

“What shady website did you go to? Is your cell phone attacked by the virus?” Shen Yinian thought here came the chance to help her cousin show his care, so she enthusiastically said to Song Qinghuan, “Just give you cell phone to my cousin and ask him to repair it for you. These small domestic viruses are nothing to him, the top ha…”

“Hi, Aunt Fang,” Xu Ningzhou interrupted Shen Yinian in time and said loudly to the kitchen. “Could I have another cup of black rice soya-bean milk? It’s delicious today.”

When Shen Yinian was about to continue the previous topic after being interrupted, Xu Ningzhou tapped on the table top with his finger, then pointed to the stomach and said with a serious face, “Lady, no words when eating.”

“Humph!” Shen Yinian made a gesture at Song Qinghuan and seemed to be saying, ‘Look, a tyrant too!’

Song Qinghuan drank soya-bean milk calmly, which was warm and making her stomach feel comfortable. She didn’t ask any more questions. They really did not say a word in the rest time of the breakfast.

Xu Ningzhou glanced guiltily at Song Qinghuan and looked at Shen Yinian opposite. ‘What a fool! I am almost betrayed!’

Shen Yinian didn’t know she was regarded as a foolish teammate. She thought, “Obviously, I am helping my cousin, but he is so ungrateful.” Therefore, she came to a conclusion that her cousin had high intelligence quotient but low emotional quotient. At the moment, she couldn’t help thinking of someone …

‘Sure enough, birds of a feather flock together. The ancient people always made such wise remarks.’

After breakfast, Xu Ningzhou found some time to sneak into the study and unlock Song Qinghuan’s microblog. After unlocking and login, he saw the top comment in the background management system and moved the mouse cursor until he stopped on the delete button.

He would be very glad to delete it, but he thought that if the hot comment was deleted, some people would think that Song Qinghuan was playing dirty. After thinking about it, Xu Ningzhou decided to ignore it for the moment, so he did not delete it, but silently banned the ID of the person who made the comment.

At the same time, Xu Ningzhou switched into his account and sent a comment. In the end, he also quickly made a tricky software to increase the thumbs-up number.

After Song Qinghuan successfully logged on her microblog, she found that the top comment on the microblog had changed.

Dear, you are my sweet love song.

Thumbs-up number was 1, 314, 520.

The head portrait of this ID was a little girl, with halo effect on the top of her head. Song Qinghuan felt a little familiar. She couldn’t help clicking in and suddenly found out that it was her photo taken when she was a child in competition with Shen Yinian.

Song Qinghuan suddenly logged out of the microblog. She felt very confused.

Xu Ningzhou did not know Song Qinghuan’s confusion. He was finally satisfied when seeing the hot comment that he had made ranked top.

Song Qinghuan planned her life very well. Faced with those agencies that called to sign her continuously, she adopted circuitous tactics at the beginning and discovered that these people were too eloquent. Then, she directly switched the phone into the flight mode.

When she saw the message from Xi Ze after class, she suddenly fell into a trance. Since the summer vacation when Xi Ze went abroad, they had a tacit understanding and didn’t disturb each other.

As a friend, Song Qinghuan helped Xi Ze change his fate, but when he chose to become estranged from her, she also knew judiciously it was better not to disturb him.

Perhaps it was because of the time difference. Xi Ze did not say much in the message, but just told Song Qinghuan briefly that his mother couldn’t get through to her, so the old lady asked for other contact information from Xi Ze. In the end, he asked Song Qinghuan to call his mother when she saw the message.

Song Qinghuan called Aunt Qiu while walking forward. On both sides of the long straight road were oriental planes. The yellow leaves rustled in the wind, dancing in mid-air and then slowly falling down.