In the grand, magnificent concert hall, the final note fell.
Shen Qinghuan slowly opened her eyes, bringing her bow movement to a flawless finish, and the entire audience erupted into thunderous applause.
No one noticed that her eyes were full of confusion.
“…Where is this?”
Shen Qinghuan thought—hadn’t she already died from a terminal illness?
At the judges’ table, the judges unanimously held up perfect-score signs.
“Shen Qinghuan, the sole touring spot with the top-tier orchestra—you fully deserve it!”
The moment the host announced the result, the whole hall boiled over.
“As expected of the violin prodigy!”
Shen Qinghuan stood at the center of the stage, the spotlight shining down on her.
As she nodded her thanks in a daze, a flood of memories surged into her mind.
“I really… transmigrated?” Shen Qinghuan murmured.
This seemed to be the world of a novel she had read.
This body belonged to the brainless, vicious female supporting character from the third-rate novel Angel’s First Love—a wealthy heiress from a top-tier family named Shen Qinghuan.
The vicious supporting character Shen Qinghuan was born into a prestigious family, doted upon from childhood.
Her parents were gentle and loving, her eldest brother a titan of the business world, her second brother a genius scientist.
The original owner of this body should have been a favored daughter of heaven standing at the top of the pyramid.
But in the plot, for the sake of the male lead named Lin Chen, she had turned herself into the most laughable figure possible.
In the memories Shen Qinghuan received, the original owner had, for Lin Chen’s sake, resolutely broken off her engagement with her fiancé—a CEO worth a hundred billion.
Moreover, because of this, she had broken with the parents who loved her most, cut ties with her two brothers who doted on their younger sister more than anything, and left home with nothing.
The original owner had drained all her savings, handing over the finest resources, connections, and opportunities to Lin Chen.
And Lin Chen?
He took everything the original owner had given him and handed it straight to his childhood sweetheart, Bai Anqi, even helping her become wildly popular on a livestream show.
In the end, all the original owner got in return was one sentence: “Qinghuan, you’ve been good to me, but you’re no longer worthy of me.”
In the end, the original owner ended up destitute on the streets. At twenty-three, she fell gravely ill with no one to care for her, and died alone in a rented room.
“Let’s congratulate Shen Qinghuan!”
At this moment, the cheers in the concert hall formed a stark contrast with the miserable scenes from the original book.
Shen Qinghuan closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were clear and calm.
Since she had taken over this body, she would absolutely not repeat the same mistakes.
Below the stage, a figure was rushing up quickly.
Lin Chen, wearing a shirt faded from repeated washing, hurried up to Shen Qinghuan.
With his usual gentle smile, he said: “Qinghuan, congratulations on getting the spot!”
Shen Qinghuan looked at him and gave a cool, “Oh.”
Lin Chen paid no attention to her uncharacteristic reserve and continued on his own, his tone gentle yet matter-of-fact:
“But Qinghuan, your family is so well-off—you’ll have plenty of other opportunities.”
“Anqi works so hard, and her family isn’t well-off. This orchestra spot means a lot to her.”
“So, you should give this spot to Anqi.”
The entire audience fell silent, everyone unable to believe their ears.
This was a spot Shen Qinghuan had won through her own ability, yet Lin Chen was actually asking her, in public, to give it to someone else?
Shen Qinghuan couldn’t help frowning.
Coming up and saying this right away—this original male lead was even thicker-skinned than she had imagined.
Besides, with so many people in the room, had no one noticed that something was off about the original owner—that the person inside the shell had changed?
Lin Chen saw Shen Qinghuan’s cold attitude and grew anxious. He took another half step forward, his voice turning even gentler.
“Also, Anqi’s violin is too old—the sound quality can’t keep up with her progress anymore…”
“I remember you still have 100,000 yuan in pocket money. Why don’t you help her get a new violin first?”
“Qinghuan, you’re so kind. You wouldn’t refuse, right?”
Whispers began to spread through the audience.
Many people at Jingda’s School of Music knew that Shen Qinghuan, the eldest daughter of the Shen family, was haughty and looked down on everyone.
Yet, as if possessed, she had always been completely obedient to Lin Chen, giving him whatever he wanted without ever saying a single word of refusal.
Lin Chen spoke passionately, his tone even taking on an air of compassion for the unfortunate.
“Anqi comes from a poor family. It really hasn’t been easy for her to achieve what she has today.”
“Qinghuan, you should be kinder. You’re so outstanding—you’ll have plenty of opportunities in the future. Why compete with Anqi over this?”
He spoke with such self-righteous conviction, as if Shen Qinghuan refusing to give up her spot or hand over money would be some unforgivable sin.
Shen Qinghuan finally spoke.
Under the spotlight, she lifted her head impatiently, her cold, aloof face bearing none of the original owner’s former servility and fawning.
“Are you finished?”
Lin Chen froze, clearly not expecting such a cold response from Shen Qinghuan.
Shen Qinghuan looked at him, her voice clear and distinct, loud enough for the entire concert hall to hear.
“Lin Chen, I earned that spot through my own ability. The judges voted unanimously in my favor. There is no dispute about this result.”
Shen Qinghuan’s voice hardened. “I’m not giving it to anyone. Get out of my way and stop bothering me.”
Transmigrated or not, she could never stand people who tried to get ahead by taking shortcuts!
Lin Chen’s expression shifted slightly. “Qinghuan, what do you mean by that?”
Shen Qinghuan ignored him and continued.
“Lin Chen, do you think my money grows on trees—that I’m just supposed to be your and Bai Anqi’s personal ATM?”
The whole hall erupted. Everyone stared in shock at the cold, resolute girl on stage.
Was this really that lovesick young miss who used to orbit around Lin Chen, nodding along to everything he said?
The gentleness on Lin Chen’s face finally slipped. He frowned. “Qinghuan, what’s gotten into you today?”
How had this brainless, foolish young miss suddenly slipped out of his control?
Shen Qinghuan looked at Lin Chen coldly, enunciating every word.
“From today on, I, Shen Qinghuan, am cutting all ties with you, Lin Chen. We have nothing more to do with each other.”
“If you ever dare try to morally blackmail me again, I won’t mind making a list of all the money I’ve spent on you over the years and posting it on the school bulletin board.”
With those words, Shen Qinghuan turned and walked away—clean and decisive, without a trace of hesitation.
After a moment of silence, the audience burst into suppressed murmurs.
Everyone was stunned by the scene.
“How did Shen Qinghuan suddenly come to her senses?”
“What a dramatic change.”
How had the Shen Qinghuan of the past—the one who would give up her dignity, her family, even her engagement for Lin Chen—suddenly changed so completely?
On the top floor of the concert hall, inside a VIP box, a dignified figure in a black suit stood before the glass wall, coldly overlooking everything unfolding on stage.
The president of Jingda was his uncle, and Lu Shiyan had come this time for an investment in his alma mater.
He watched the farce unfold, and from beginning to end, made no move whatsoever—not even a flicker of change in his expression.
But the moment Shen Qinghuan turned to leave, a barely perceptible ripple appeared for the first time in his frozen eyes.
Lu Shiyan lowered his gaze, his slender fingers lightly brushing over his cufflink.
His former fiancée—how had she suddenly become a completely different person?
“How interesting.”
On stage, Lin Chen stood frozen in place, his face alternating between pale and ashen.
He couldn’t believe it. Shen Qinghuan, who had always been utterly obedient to him, granting his every wish, had just humiliated him in public.
In a corner below the stage, Bai Anqi’s eyes were rimmed red, her lips trembling slightly, the very picture of someone who had suffered a terrible injustice.
But behind those reddened eyes, she was already gathering her strength.
She and this pair of “star-crossed lovers” had always been perfectly in sync when it came to deceiving Shen Qinghuan.
Bai Anqi rushed forward, calling out to Shen Qinghuan in a choked voice:
“Qinghuan, please don’t be angry. I don’t want your spot—please don’t blame Brother Lin Chen, okay?”
Lin Chen saw Shen Qinghuan’s cold attitude and grew anxious. He took another half step forward, his voice turning even gentler.
“Also, Anqi’s piano is too old—the sound quality can’t keep up with her progress anymore…”
“I remember you still have a hundred thousand in spending money. Why don’t you help her get a new piano first?”
“Qinghuan, you’re so kind. You wouldn’t refuse, right?”
Whispers began to spread through the audience.
Many people at Jingda’s School of Music knew that Shen Qinghuan, the eldest daughter of the Shen family, was haughty and looked down on everyone.
Yet, as if possessed, she had always been completely obedient to Lin Chen, giving him whatever he wanted without ever saying a single word of refusal.
Lin Chen spoke with impassioned fervor, his tone even carrying a hint of tragic sympathy.
“Anqi comes from a poor family. It really hasn’t been easy for her to achieve what she has today.”
“Qinghuan, you should be kinder. You’re so outstanding—you’ll have plenty of opportunities in the future. Why compete with Anqi over this?”
He spoke with such self-righteous conviction, as if Shen Qinghuan refusing to give up her spot or hand over money would be some unforgivable sin.
Shen Qinghuan finally spoke.
Under the spotlight, she lifted her head impatiently, her cold, aloof face bearing none of the original owner’s former servility and fawning.
“Are you finished?”
Lin Chen froze, clearly not expecting such a cold response from Shen Qinghuan.
Shen Qinghuan looked at him, her voice clear and distinct, loud enough for the entire concert hall to hear.
“Lin Chen, I earned that spot through my own ability. The judges passed me unanimously. There is no dispute about this result.”
Shen Qinghuan’s voice hardened. “I’m not giving it to anyone. Get lost while you still can, and stop bothering me.”
Whether transmigrated or not, she despised people who tried to take shortcuts above all!
Lin Chen’s expression shifted slightly. “Qinghuan, what do you mean by that?”
Shen Qinghuan ignored him and continued.
“Lin Chen, do you think my money grows on trees—that I’m just supposed to be your and Bai Anqi’s personal ATM?”
The whole hall erupted. Everyone stared in shock at the cold, resolute girl on stage.
Was this really that lovesick young miss who used to orbit around Lin Chen, nodding along to everything he said?
The gentleness on Lin Chen’s face finally slipped. He frowned. “Qinghuan, what’s gotten into you today?”
How had this brainless, foolish young miss suddenly slipped out of his control?
Shen Qinghuan looked at Lin Chen coldly, enunciating every word.
“From today on, I, Shen Qinghuan, am cutting all ties with you, Lin Chen. We have nothing more to do with each other.”
“If you ever dare try to morally blackmail me again, I won’t mind making a list of all the money I’ve spent on you over the years and posting it on the school bulletin board.”
With those words, Shen Qinghuan turned and walked away—clean and decisive, without a trace of hesitation.
After a moment of silence, the audience burst into suppressed murmurs.
Everyone was stunned by the scene.
“How did Shen Qinghuan suddenly come to her senses?”
“What a dramatic change.”
How had the Shen Qinghuan of the past—the one who would give up her dignity, her family, even her engagement for Lin Chen—suddenly changed so completely?
On the top floor of the concert hall, in a VIP box.
A dignified figure in a black suit stood before the glass wall, coldly overlooking everything unfolding on stage.
The president of Jingda was his uncle, and Lu Shiyan had come this time for an investment in his alma mater.
He watched the farce unfold, and from beginning to end, made no move whatsoever—not even a flicker of change in his expression.
But the moment Shen Qinghuan turned to leave, a barely perceptible ripple appeared for the first time in his frozen eyes.
Lu Shiyan lowered his gaze, his slender fingers lightly brushing over his cufflink.
His former fiancée—how had she suddenly become a completely different person?
“How interesting.”
On stage, Lin Chen stood frozen in place, his face alternating between pale and ashen.
He couldn’t believe it. Shen Qinghuan, who had always been utterly obedient to him, granting his every wish, had just slapped him across the face in public.
In a corner below the stage, Bai Anqi’s eyes were rimmed red, her lips trembling slightly, the very picture of someone who had suffered a terrible injustice.
But behind those reddened eyes, something was already gathering strength.
She and this pair of “star-crossed lovers” had always been perfectly in sync when it came to deceiving Shen Qinghuan.
Bai Anqi rushed forward, calling out to Shen Qinghuan in a choked voice:
“Qinghuan, please don’t be angry. I don’t want your spot—please don’t blame Brother Lin Chen, okay?”