Rebirth: My Reclusive Husband Helps Me Get Revenge!
Chapter 88: Not his place to question

Chapter 88: Not his place to question

No wonder she said she could destroy her if she wanted, she was closeby, one word from her could destroy her entire career.

The producer cleared his throat, uncomfortable with the tension. "All right, Y.L, we’ll start with the first track. Are you ready?"

Lixue adjusted the headphones and stepped up to the mic. She glanced through the glass at Yu Jia, her lips curving into a faint smirk. "I’ve never been more ready."

The music began to play, the notes filling the room. Lixue closed her eyes for a brief moment, grounding herself.

Then she began to sing.

Her voice was like a breath of fresh air after a storm—clear, powerful, and mesmerizing. The control she had over every note sent chills through the room.

As Lixue’s voice filled the recording studio, the air grew thick with an almost tangible intensity. Her tone carried raw emotion, dipping into soft, vulnerable lows before soaring into brilliant highs that left everyone spellbound. Each note was deliberate, every word infused with meaning.

The sound engineer leaned forward, his hand frozen over the controls. "Is this really her first time recording this track?" he muttered to the producer, barely audible.

The producer shook his head in disbelief. "No. She did a terrible job yesterday. There’s no way she’s a rookie. That control... It’s better than half the artists we’ve had in here."

Even the trainees, who had initially been whispering among themselves, were rendered silent, their gazes locked on Lixue through the glass. Her voice seemed to pull them into her world, and they couldn’t look away.

Yu Jia stood stiffly, her polished facade cracking ever so slightly. Her jaw tightened as she crossed her arms, her fingers digging into her sides.

"She’s good," one of the trainees whispered, wide-eyed.

"Good?" another murmured. "She’s incredible. There’s no need for her to compete with the rest of us."

Yu Jia shot them a sharp glare, silencing their awed commentary. Her gaze returned to Lixue, who stood at the mic like she owned it.

When Lixue sang the final note, her voice lingered in the air like the aftermath of a firework display—stunning, impossible to ignore. The room was silent for a beat before the producer’s voice broke the spell.

"That was... brilliant," he said, his voice hushed as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just witnessed. "Absolutely brilliant. We don’t need another take. That was perfect."

Lixue removed the headphones and stepped out of the booth, her movements calm and deliberate. Her gaze swept across the room, landing briefly on Yu Jia, whose expression was carefully guarded.

"Anything else you need me to prove?" Lixue asked, her voice light but laced with challenge.

The producer blinked, as if still recovering. "No, you’re—no, you’re perfect. That was exactly what we needed."

Yu Jia finally spoke, her voice clipped. "Don’t let one recording make you overconfident. This industry isn’t about one good track. It’s about staying relevant. Do you really think you can handle that?"

Lixue’s smile widened, though her eyes remained cool. "I guess we’ll find out, won’t we?" She turned to the producer. "If that’s all, I’ll leave the rest to you."

The producer nodded quickly, still somewhat awestruck. "Of course, Y.L. Come by tomorrow, I’m sure the higher ups have alot to discuss with you, your vocal coach and your manager as well"

Lixue nodded as she headed for the door, she paused, turning back slightly. Her gaze rested on Yu Jia, sharp and unwavering.

"Oh, and Yu Jia," she said, her tone casual but carrying an undercurrent of steel. "Next time, don’t mess with someone you don’t fully understand. It might not end well for you."

Yu Jia’s lips thinned, but she said nothing, her knuckles white as her fists tightened at her sides.

With that, Lixue walked out of the studio, her every step measured and confident. Behind her, the room was alive with murmurs, the trainees and staff unable to stop talking about the stunning performance they had just witnessed.

"She really wasn’t kidding, her voice control is top tier " one of the trainees whispered, glancing nervously at Yu Jia.

Yu Jia turned sharply toward them. "Get back to work," she snapped, her tone icy.

But no amount of control could erase the undeniable truth: Lixue had made her mark, and she wasn’t going to stop there.

Outside the company, Yan stood by the car, his posture formal as he watched Lixue approach him. He opened the door for her without a word, stepping aside to let her in.

Lixue slid into the backseat with a graceful ease, her expression composed but thoughtful. Yan climbed into the driver’s seat, starting the engine before glancing at her through the rearview mirror.

"Finished for the day, Madam?" he asked, his tone neutral but polite.

"Yes," Lixue replied, her voice calm. "Take me back. I’ve done what I needed to do here."

Yan gave a small nod, his hands steady on the steering wheel. "How was the session?"

Lixue tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the passing streets. "It went as expected."

Yan didn’t press further, sensing her preference for silence. The car moved smoothly through the city, the hum of the engine was the only sound between them.

But Lixue’s thoughts weren’t as quiet. The image of Yu Jia’s face—first smug, then shocked—played over and over in her mind. The power dynamic had shifted, and it was a shift Lixue intended to solidify.

As the car pulled away from the company, Lixue leaned back in her seat, her fingers brushing the edges of the headphones still in her lap. She had made her mark today, but this was only the beginning.

Back in the company, the air was thick with whispers.

"She’s not just a trainee," one of the girls muttered, her eyes wide. "That was... unreal."

"I’ve never heard anyone sing like that," another chimed in. "Do you think she’s already debuted somewhere under a different name?"

Yu Jia stood rigid by the console, her hands clenched at her sides. The praise for Lixue—or Y.L. Mongolia, as they knew her—felt like a knife twisting in her gut.

"She’s just a trainee," Yu Jia said sharply, cutting through the murmurs. "Don’t let one performance distract you from your own work. Talent means nothing if you can’t sustain it."

The trainees exchanged nervous glances but said nothing further. Yu Jia’s icy tone silenced the room, but her words did little to quell the growing unease in her chest.

"She said she could destroy me," Yu Jia muttered under her breath, her mind replaying the words Lixue had spoken during their confrontation. She clenched her jaw. "And now she’s proving it."

"Who does she think she is?" Yu Jia finally said, her voice cutting through the chatter. "One good recording doesn’t make her a star. She still has a long way to go."

The producer cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. "With all due respect, Miss Yu Jia, that wasn’t just a good recording. That was... exceptional. She has talent, and it’s undeniable."

Yu Jia shot him a sharp look, but before she could respond, one of the trainees hesitated and spoke up.

"Miss Yu Jia," the young woman began nervously, "didn’t you say Y.L. Mongolia was just an ordinary trainee? But... she’s not ordinary at all. And—" She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. "She looks so familiar. Like I’ve seen her somewhere before."

Another trainee nodded. "Exactly. It’s like... I don’t know, she has this presence. And her face... she’s gorgeous, but it’s not just that. There’s something about her."

Yu Jia’s nails dug into her palms. "Stop speculating," she snapped. "Focus on your own training instead of idolizing someone who hasn’t even debuted."

Yu Jia’s words had hit a mark, as each person left to do their own thing, as some entered the booth to start their session.

Yu Jia stepped out of the studio, it wouldn’t be long until everyone found out that her and Lixue were half sisters, before everyone would start digging around and soon find out she had stolen songs from Lixue.

She didn’t to do something about it.

As the car glided through the bustling streets, Lixue sat in silence, her gaze fixed outside the window. After a moment, she spoke, her voice calm yet resolute.

"Take me to Mo Corporation. I want to see Mo Ran."

Yan glanced briefly at her in the rearview mirror, his expression unchanging, though there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "Understood, Madam."

There was no hesitation in his movements as he adjusted the car’s direction. Being one of Mo Ran’s men, Yan wasn’t surprised by her request. However, this was the first time she had shown any interest in visiting the corporation. It was unexpected, but not his place to question.