Rebirth: My Reclusive Husband Helps Me Get Revenge!
Chapter 96: Mini debut(4)

Chapter 96: Mini debut(4)

Yu Jia’s grip on her phone was vice-like, her nails digging into the sleek metal casing.

She read the comments over and over, each one stoking the fire in her chest.

— "Yu Jia who? Y.L Mongolia just stole the entire industry’s attention in one day."

— "I always thought Yu Jia was untouchable, but Y.L Mongolia’s voice? The control, the power... there’s no competition."

— "Isn’t it ironic? The queen of the industry might lose her throne to the very person she thought she wouldn’t. A NEWBIE."

The last comment made her stomach twist.

A Newbie.

Her lips curled in disdain.

So, they were already starting with that narrative, huh?

The whispers of doubt weren’t just about her talent anymore. No, people were beginning to question.

Question her career.

Question her rise to fame.

Question just how much of it had come from Y.L Mongolia—no, from Yu Lixue.

She hated that name.

Yu Jia exhaled sharply through her nose, resisting the urge to hurl her phone across the room. Instead, she clicked the power button and tossed it onto the table, slamming back against the cushions of her sofa.

For years, she had crafted herself into perfection. Every move calculated. Every performance flawless. Every connection secured.

And yet, the moment Lixue —that useless, weak thing she had long discarded—stepped onto a stage, the industry had the audacity to compare them?

To pit her against me?

Yu Jia clenched her jaw, the memories of their childhood flashing in her mind.

Lixue had always been quiet, meek, a shadow at the edge of her vision. Someone to be dismissed. Someone to be used.

And then, one day, someone to be erased.

Yu Jia had made sure of it.

When their father married, when her mother secured their place in the family, when she stepped into the industry with Lixue’s lyrics under her name—she had won.

Lixue had vanished.

She was never supposed to come back.

And yet—here she was.

Standing in the spotlight.

Taking back everything with a single performance.

The thought made Yu Jia sick.

Her phone buzzed again.

She ignored it.

Instead, she stood abruptly, storming toward the window that overlooked the glittering city skyline.

Her reflection stared back at her—poised, perfect and untouchable.

But for the first time in years, something cracked beneath the surface.

A slow, burning rage.

Lixue thought she had won something tonight.

She thought she had made a name for herself.

Fine.

Let her have her moment.

But Yu Jia had spent years playing this game, and she wasn’t about to let her half-sister ruin everything.

No, if Lixue wanted a war—

She would get one.

Her phone buzzed.

[Manager: Call me. Now.]

She grabbed the device and dialed without hesitation. The moment the line connected, her manager’s voice came through, low and sharp.

"We have a problem."

Yu Jia scoffed. "No kidding. What’s the damage?"

A brief pause. Then—

"It’s worse than expected. The narrative isn’t just ’promising rookie.’ It’s ’Y.L Mongolia overshadowed Yu Jia.’"

Her jaw tightened. "Who started that?"

"I don’t know. Some influencers ran with it after the performance, but the media’s picking up on the angle. Weibo’s already divided—half the fans are defending you, but the other half..."

Yu Jia closed her eyes for a second. "They’re turning on me."

"Not fully. But they’re questioning."

That was bad enough.

A few wavering fans could be dismissed. A momentary dip in public opinion could be managed.

But doubt?

Doubt was a slow poison, one that spread until it was too late to cure.

Her manager sighed. "Dream Entertainment planned this well. They didn’t just debut her—they made her an event."

Yu Jia’s grip on her phone tightened. "And we let it happen."

"We underestimated her."

Yu Jia let out a cold laugh. "No. I underestimated her."

There was silence on the other end.

Then—her manager spoke again, voice careful. "What do you want to do?"

Yu Jia opened her eyes, her gaze dark and unreadable.

"...We remind them who I am!."

Lixue sat in the backseat of her car, legs crossed, scrolling through Weibo with an amused expression. The reactions were pouring in, the narrative forming exactly as expected.

Mo Ran had said the industry would be watching.

He didn’t mention they’d be obsessed.

Her phone buzzed. A message from Mo Ran.

[A perfect debut.]

Lixue smirked, fingers tapping out a response.

[Thank you for the gown, it’s beautiful]

Mo Ran smiled, getting Maison Laurent to design the gown had been a pickle but seeing it on Lixue, it had been worth it.

[Ive been blessed with a beautiful wife, a dress like that can only look good on you. Will be back home soon. Yan is at dream to take you home when you’re ready]

Lixue sighed and sent a "Got it" she placed the phone back in her back and relaxed, she had a light headache and the stress of earlier on had started to get to her.

"Miss Y.L it’s best you be on your phone for the meantime..."

The manager said as Lixue had no other choice but to fish out her phone.

Notifications flooded in at an overwhelming speed—comments, articles, reaction videos.

Her name was everywhere.

Y.L Mongolia.

The industry had no choice but to acknowledge her now.

In the dim glow of the screen, she watched as entertainment blogs dissected every moment of her performance. Some praised her stage presence, others were already debating whether she had what it took to surpass Yu Jia.

And then, of course, there was the hate.

— "She’s obviously an industry plant."

— "No way she’s a rookie, that’s a lie."

— "Dream Entertainment is setting her up as the next Yu Jia? LOL, good luck with that."

— "She’s nothing special. Just another new face that’ll disappear in a year."

— "Why is she getting this much hype? She hasn’t even proven anything yet."

—"Personally I think she’s just another Yu Jia, drop few hit songs and then fall out of grace."